Saturday, May 27, 2006
hot sweaty gay sex.
wasn't going go to go out tonight. that itch i can't scratch started up at like 1am. the theater is closest and so as per usual it wins out. almost right away i see this older gentleman, mid-40s perhaps, 5'8 (that height does seem to turn me on), wearing black dress pants, a white shirt and a leather jacket. he already has his dick sticking out his pants and i let out an audible gasp as i near him. i stop a foot past him and he starts to turn and tease me with his cock. it's beautiful. long, thick and covered with foreskin. i drop down and he becomes even more coy with his beauty. eventually he eases it into my mouth and begins to fuck my face. i can't get enough, gagging it all down. i must have made love to that cock for 15 minutes before some guy started getting aggressive with my cock and i had to walk away.
not a minute later we bump into each other in front of a booth. i entice him in. once the door shuts my hands are all over him. something about his plainness drives me crazy. he goes down on me, with an occasional brush against my ass and i feel like i could shoot a load down his throat at any moment. the only thing stopping me is the thought of his cock up my ass. i reach down to grab at his dick and he says 'i can't concentrate on two things' and i want to say 'focus on fucking me' but don't. he allows me the pleasure of playing with his cock even though it seemed like he didn't want to. did i forget to mention his accent, scottish i think, which just cranked me up more and made me want him to talk more. he asked my name and volunteered his. told me had had a lot to drink and should maybe take a break. i say 'that's too bad' sounding very disappointed and apparently that perks him up. i rub myself against him like a mad dog. he makes his way to sucking me again, this time i start grabbing the back of his head and giving it to him. he stands up and says something about a breath of fresh air. should i invite him back to my place or is he begging off? confusion and the mad dog in me takes over again rubbing our cock together. then he says 'it's not because you aren't handsome, you are very but i've been drinking'. somehow his finger slips into my ass which sends me off on a cooing session, he gets down there and goes crazy on my ass. his whiskers likely turning me on more then his tongue. again he mentions needing air, it is hot and sweaty, i figure okay, we'll get out of here, chat nonchalant and invite him back. i don't find him again to try but keep myself excited at the possibilty of him.
when i finally decide i've lost my chance (i don't seem him again) i decided to head out. coke can cock sees me, realizes i'm leaving and makes a dash for the closest dark room. i suck him off while some other guy watches, where it's dark enough that all he is seeing his shapes. when he finally leaves us alone i stand up and hear friend opening and applying a condom. i lube. i know it's not going to take long, his cock just fits so well and he bangs me off like a pro. at some point another chap comes in and i hear him also put on a condom and i think how presumptious. never the less the thought of it gets me off and fuckee can tell, bangs me even harder and i can tell he's cum. i want to get out fast but all of a sudden the second guy grabs me and says 'hola amigo', practically forcing himself on me but i'm really not interested. i say no and he pushes me against the wall. fuckee says something in spanish that i don't understand but the second guy eased off and i slip out.
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