Passionate Rubdown Escalates Into Steamy Three-way Exchange

He threw himself into his pillow and began to weep. “That was amazing Lance. Is it cause you’re a black man? Darnell face was dripping with sweat and his equipment belt made a rhythmic sound like a tambourine as the keys, baton and handcuffs jingled with every impact of his hips into Johnny’s bottom. Darnell led Johnny through the door behind the counter, and they were in a long hallway with doors along both walls. Now he knew. I wonder if you can work your magic on me today.” He grabbed his engorged cock through his pants, not even hiding the intent of his meaning. There were men loitering, talking quietly, and some of them recognized Darnell and they gave him a friendly smile. Less than a month ago, he dreaded what life would be like as a sissy fag.