Thursday, November 17, 2005
naughty bits to follow.
i start the evening with wednesday night bridge, where i learned that card rule #1 a card layed is a card played dosen't apply if you REALLY played the wrong card. twice last night my partner played the wrong card but because it was on the table nothing could be done. in fact it happened to myself and i made a rather loud joke about it. when our opps did it however, because "i really played the wrong card" my partner was forced to pick up his card and let opp play a different card. so not only was it a card played but the next in line had played a card as well. ya well, i don't have many places to voice my concerns over this precedent and i've chosen here. sorry. pretend we were playing strip poker, it makes it sexier.
afterwards i slipped into the theater for a little wednesday night action. i first got inside and thought "i'm the only one here". quickly i discovered though the numbers were small i was not the only one. made my way to a large cock poking out through a glory hole and in no time was choking on it. i excused myself, something about said cock, even though it was large, didn't do it for me.
in a rather public spot i suck on this guy's cock i've played with before. shorter guy but a muscle pig. always seems to be wearing those nylon (is that the right material?) track pants, swish swish when walking. he has fucked me before but not for awhile. i believe he's also the gentleman who once coaxed me out of a cubicle into the open while sucking on his cock. it is a lovely cock, fat, long, uncut and tasty. last night was no exception and here we are in public to begin with. when a crowd forms (3 guys which certainly was a crowd for last night) he walked away. okay. i end up sitting in front of a glory hole minutes later when whose cock appears? i get him hard again and then he comes around to motion me to follow him, i do.
when we are alone in a cubicle i feel comfortable enough to let loose my dick and stroke it while i suck on him. he's dropped his pants to his knees and i notice an aroma now that i didn't smell before. pungent but i can't figure out what it is. my first thought was i had sweat up a storm at bridge and it was me. then as i took more of his dick in i knew it was him, it seemed to be his shirt. i couldn't place it though. it wasn't his cock though and that was the important part, i kept sucking. he grabbed my chin and the top of my head at one point to bang me hard. why do i love that so? i gag. he says something about my ass but i can't make out what and then motions for me to stand up. instantly i want to turn around, spread my cheeks and show him my pink but stopping into the theater had been unplanned and i was not ready to get fucked. i stood there for a minute stroking my dick while he stroked my ass before i latched back onto his cock. then he said "i have to take a piss" and i took this as an *out* and dressed. he didn't pull up his pants right away but said something i couldn't make out.
i was well out of there, in the bathroom rinsing my mouth when i finally deciphered what he had said and everything clicked together like an episode of lost. he had said "not your mouth?"! the smell on his shirt had been old piss. he wears those nylon pants because they dry faster. my head reeled. "fool" i thought, now he thinks i'm turned off by piss when the truth is cock sucking makes you hard of hearing. mind you when i was formulating all this in my head i deduced that i would end up covered in piss...wet clothes i mean. i wanted to go back and tell him i would be his piss mop but at the same time that would mean taking off my clothes. as always with me and piss: planning takes the spontaneity out of the equation and hence makes it less appealing. i file it away though, i've played with him before and will again, perhaps another time i will be his piss mop. i think i just like saying "piss mop".
from the beginning of my short evening a gentleman had been cruising me but had not been aggressive enough i guess. finally now he showed me his dick, lovely and the two of us went into a cubicle for me to suck on him. again a very nice dick and while i was sucking on it i cursed myself for not be ready to fuck. when he started grabbing at my ass i weighed out the possibilties of a quick fuck in my head. i didn't have lube or even a condom on me but perhaps he did. would i say "it might not be clean" beforehand or risk it. he stood me up and began fingering my ass with earnest as we both jerked on our dicks. before i knew it he was cumming. he said to me "i came on someone else's face" and i didn't understand what he meant. he motioned at the glory hole, guess someone had been watching us and caught more then eyeful. as we left the cubicle he went next door and i could hear him apologizing as i walked away. sorry? let that be a lesson, peep and you may get a surprise!
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