Another entry from my Guest Blogger. Enjoy.
About a month ago I was out for drinks with a friend. We went to a few of the local hangouts. Problem is, my friend likes the trendy, Twinkie establishments and I prefer your neighborhood bar. After a while I was feeling bored and frisky. I said my goodnight to him and ventured out the nearby sleazy cinema. I paid my admission, bought a bottle of poppers and a couple of little pillows of lube, then went in.
In one of the upstairs rooms I saw a guy who fucked me before. He’s tall, lean, well hung, and a bit, um, slow. He was standing in the back row wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers fucking the hell out of a little black guy who was bent over a bench. I immediately walked over and established eye contact. I whispered, “Wish you’d do that to me.” He replied, “Bend over.” I was feeling especially sleazy so I stripped naked (good thing I wore my Birkenstocks) and bent over the bench next to the guy getting fucked. Mr. Slow came up behind me. I reached behind with a hand full of lube from one of the little pillows and slathered up his shaft. I hadn’t been fucked in a while and I knew that I would be a bit tight. He slowly pushed in until he was balls deep inside me. His hard, thick piece was stretching me out-in a good way. He fucked me full-force for about 10 minutes, then went back to fucking the black guy.
I took a break by sitting on the bench (still naked) and another totally naked guy (including no socks/shoes) came up to me and sucked my cock for a while. Now I never see guys walking around naked, so I assume that Mr. Slow started a trend. While all this was going on, another black guy with a nice 8 incher walks up to me. I start sucking his cock. A few minutes later I turn around and he shoves in. After being opened up by Mr. Slow, I was took him easily. It felt great. He pounded me long and hard for a good 10-15 minutes. He held on to the back of the bench and pulled himself into me. Then Mr. Slow and 8 incher switched places and gave it to us for another 5 minutes or so until we all needed a break.
I walked around the place for a while, swallowed a few loads and saw Mr. Slow get fucked by another naked guy (what’s up with that?). After a while I left and found Mr. Slow standing outside with a hand full of change, looking around at the ground. I asked what was wrong and he told me that he lost a dime and now didn’t have enough money to take the bus home. I felt bad and offered him a ride. He lived 15 minutes away in probably the worst area of the city. When we got to his place, he invited me in for another fuck.
He lived in a boarding house, cut up in lots of rooms. The only public space was a small hall (once the dining room) that had one cabinet, a stove and a sink. Mr. Slow’s room was the original kitchen, without cabinets or appliances, complete with tiled walls and a door to the yard. The place was a mess. I didn’t care, I stripped and bent over the filthy sofa. He instantly got rock hard and stripped as well. He got behind me and slid in. I was pretty sore, so I knew that this had to be short. He pounded me for 5 minutes, and then I turned around, put my legs in the air and took his amazing cock for 10 more until I jerked a load all over the two of us. I cleaned up, got dressed, exchanged numbers, said goodnight and left. I ran to my car and got the hell out of there.
Not bad for an otherwise boring Saturday night.