This is one of those stories I am sure your going to go oh great a long and tedious event however this is a relationship of two men that spans OMG yes it spans a period of 20 years believe it or not. For myself it has a lot to do with feelings not necessarily sexual but emotional however for Bray it was always about the sex. A little background here I had just relocated back home from Australia after a very strange and somewhat damaging relationship in which I felt threatened so returning to Canada seemed to be the perfect choice for me. About myself :- I had been working in the hotel industry for many years to which I had managed to score a wonderful opportunity of becoming a trained butler. Upon my return I felt the best way to seek employment was to join the hospitality industry. I stand 6 feet tall although not muscular certainly not bad to look at, had a full head of hair tinged prematurely gray, I to be honest never felt I was attractive compliments of my Turkish ex, but have been told by others I am handsome. Have a full chest of hair, and a great thick uncut cock standing at erection over 7.5 inches long. So here I am settled in Calgary working for a very upmarket chain earning exceptional money, certainly not looking for a relationship trust me it was totally the last thing on my mind. Where as I had mostly been a top with my last relationship I had bottomed mostly I was not planning on returning to that avenue very soon. Because of my job and the fact they where …
A Glory Hole View
Without having any access to a gay group, I could only continue visiting toilets in the city where I knew I would get attention sexually from older men. It was very infrequently that I saw a young man present in these toilets. I think I stated in my previous encounter that I was like a honey pot to these older men by just being a teenager. Well, I think I need to add that these mature old men were all like honey pots to me. I was drawn to them as soon as I entered a toilet where they were. I just couldn't resist them. As soon as I joined them at the urinals my cock was hard and stiff in anticipation of what they would do to me. I would have my hard cock out in a few seconds and flashing it for all to see, desiring it got attention from them as quick as possible. I loved their cocks also and couldn't wait to get my hands on them. I remember on a number of occasions that there were up to seven or eight men around my young body all doing different things to me. My favourite was to be pushed up against a wall, my trousers and pants pulled down by them, my shirt raised up over my chest, and hands and mouths doing the most delightful things to me and giving me pleasures which had my head in a swirl. I used to stand and arch my back and thrust my buttocks forward so that my cock was out to its extremity. What a feeling that was, standing there, eyes closed, lapping up the gorgeous pleasures of hands, mouths,tongues, cocks, all heightening my sexual senses to the point where I …