Defense

Alfonso stared at Jack, who was expressing his amazement, but kept smiling. As the fog became denser, Alfonso felt Jack’s hand on his knee. He felt excited. He felt damned horny! He was giving in to his urges, bending towards Jack, putting his hand on his knee, then on his groin. They kissed. At first just a tender lip touch, then suddenly they were French-kissing as if there tongues were having a duel.

Jack softly told him that he would like to feel Alfonso naked. This was a surprise to Alfonso.

“What, right here?” asked Alfonso.

“Look around, stud.” said Jack, as he began to peel off Alfonso’s T-shirt. He began sucking his man-tits…and then Alfonso understood.

Through the fog he could now discern many naked bodies in the front rows, he hard the sound of continuous moaning, bumping, sucking, fucking, he realized that this was no longer an auditorium. It had become a sexatorium. Then, opening Jack’s fly and liberating the hard and wanting cock, he thought that the environment in which they were did not matter anymore. He would have had sex with Paul right now anywhere, in a full train, in the middle of a crowded street, before the eyes of his grandfather. All inhibitions were gone: this was sheer lust.