Car and I have a little too much to drink at La Rue. After dinner, he drives us back to my Cape Cod, although he shouldn’t get behind the wheel because he’s blitzed. He begs me to make love to him the whole way home, over the bed, doggy style, every which way, wherever.
“You know I sometimes like it that way, Gyles. The harder, the better. Bites and spanks. Remember? Don’t forget I’m a man who likes to feel his head buried in a pillow.”
Honestly, he’s just a man who likes to have s*x: any way, any place, and at any time. Car’s fueled by s*x, craving my attention, particularly by the deeds of my d**k.
To my surprise, I fulfill his s****l needs, pleasuring him: any way, any place, and at any time. Like tonight, I strip him out of his clothes in the living room, provide him with a healthy
