He signalled for a waiter, paid the tab, and we left. Not before I got an exquisite view of his arse and that fucking bulge in the front of those dark grey suit pants. He, of course, caught me checking him out. “See something you like?” “I was just thinking that the suit designers and fitters at Brioni should get a pay rise and possibly a commendation of merit for their aesthetic efforts to gay men all over the world.”
