Sexually Driven II

Jock always made sure the rent and car notes were paid. There was no love there; he came by at booty call hour. He treated me like a prostitute and when he came by it was show time. It was time to preform, no questions asked. After the performance the sign of appreciation was left on the coffee table. ----------------------------------------------***-------------------------------------------------- I didn’t know his name. We just started talking as we had a few drinks at this hole in the wall of a place. Somehow we started conversing about sex. I was like please don’t go there; I am never satisfied in that area. I was beginning to think I am gay. He started saying you never had someone make you feel like grabbing on to them closer as the walls of your love tunnel closed in tighter as the juices flowed?