Porn Watcher

There’s a hot bartender at one of the gay bars I frequent, who, when I first met him, I found sexy in a very familiar way I couldn’t quite put my finger on (Although there’s a lot about the guy I would like to put my finger on -- if you know what I mean.) Every time I went to the bar when he was tending, I kept trying to figure out why he seemed famliar, how I recognized him.

One evening I was looking at him (not without lust in my eyes, I admit) and suddenly I realized why he seemed so familiar. He looks exactly (and I mean exactly) like straight Euro-porn-stud Tony DeSergio.

DeSergio is one hot cum-machine. I always love seeing him when I rent porn flicks. He has a large cock and he knows how to use it. He appears to love ramming his dick up a wet pussy or ass or mouth, eats snatch like he’s starving, and he shoots massive loads of salty, sticky jizz. He is handsome, well built, and it’s always pleasant to see him naked and turned on.

Now when I look at my local bartender, I no longer see a nice guy (Who -- did I mention? -- is straight even if he does work in a gay bar) serving strong drinks. Instead I see Tony DeSergio pounding some slut’s cunt, pulling out at the last moment and squirting salvo after salvo of dripping cum all over her face and into her mouth.

He must have noticed I’m gazing oddly at him. He probably thinks I have the hots for him (which I kind of do.) I’m sure he doesn’t have any idea I’m thinking about straight sex.

Wouldn’t he be surprised?