Saturday, June 04, 2005
gay sex in overdrive.
yesterday i was going to go to the bathhouse. however, i felt my ass cleaning was quite up to snuff for any fucking. returned some dvds and on my way back home i decided slipping into the theater would be okay, a little cock sucking wasn't going to hurt. a not neccesarily unattractive man with what was a beautiful cock was the first to recieve my oral pleasures. i cried a little inside sucking on it knowing i wasn't going to put it in my ass.
after that i seemed less interested in staying. when i decided i was going to leave (likely at midnight if you can believe it) i spied me the russian, heading into a bathroom of course. i lingered a bit. next i saw russian was following after the beautiful cock i had sucked on, i of course followed and stood outside of the cubicle they were in listening in on what was going on. i told myself i would leave when it sounded like they were done but all of a sudden the door opened and i was caught. i stood still and waited for them to pass. the russian started playing with my dick and then pulled me into the cubicle.
right away he was slamming that thing of his down my throat. before i knew it he had me bent over and was fucking me. then he wanted me to fuck him. then he came in my mouth, a huge load too, i saved it for a bit planning to return it to him but then he asked me if i lived close. oh happy day! i spit out his cum and said i lived only minutes away. and off we went.
more nasty fucking. i was not clean but it seemed to bother not one bit. when i say not clean it wasn't like i was messy, i mean i had started the cleaning process. a few flecks. he was fucking me and smoking a cigeratte at the same time, when it landed on me it brought a slight halt to acitivities. i had noticed quite a few scars in a sort of pattern on his side and feared more burns or worse. after a clean up we chatted each other up a bit. he repeated the 'why does someone so cute go to that place?' and 'why don't you have a boyfriend?'. i thought telling him my boyfriend had died would be a damper, though i did. then to change the topic i asked about his scars, from a bomb blast in israel, again another potential downer. we recovered.
he heard someone in the hall and wanted to open the door. i said no (knowing how unattractive my only neighbour at this point is) and he kept insisting it would be fun. then he asked me to call someone over for a threesome, i seemed hesititant but only because i had already checked to see who was online and no one was. he took this as me being offended and said he was quite happy with only me. at this point steven came online, snap snap snap and he was over in ten minutes. thoughts of double penatration going through all three of our minds. did i forget to mention i had left a dildo out before leaving (not expecting company) and it had been part of our play? took some work getting both in but at one point he was fucking me and i was fucking myself.
geez i realize i'm glossing over a lot of what we did with each other and jumping right to steven. the spitting, the pissing and the beatings. i'm going to get ready for work, the russian is coming over when i'm done but has to leave to go to bed by 11, i promise to fill in the blanks then....
4:10 PM
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