I wanted the spit on my palm as I stroked myself. I wanted the cock shoved into my dry asshole. I wanted the sweaty, faceless, nameless sex. I fell in love with the dark side, the nasty side of being a homosexual. I watched every frame of that movie salivating and stroking my meat, watching Al Pacino in leather or with a bandanna hanging out of the back pocket of his jeans.
Inspired by Sue Grafton's alphabetical series.
