HIGH STEEL

I am a gay boy; I move cot to cot, I get down on my knees; I live to suck cock. They give tributes; from soft velvet tips, I take creamy loads; on sexy full lips. When they lay pipe; ardent lust they do quench, leaving my face covered; with hot sticky drench. I take them all; with open mouth wide, pleasing large hunks of steel; and swallowing with pride. Like these steel workers; I live on the edge, I walk the high steel; without feeling of dread. We live on site; in a bunkhouse of many beds, I make a living; every night giving head.