Different Warehouse "Fun"

You're thinking you just read a warehouse story - and you would not be incorrect. But honest, this is a different one. 

Different warehouse. Different part of town. Different guy. The guy was even a different color. 

Guy from A4A had been hitting me up for well over a year. But it was 2020 and well..........that just wasn't happening, right? 

But last week it did, mostly because I was horny as fuck. And this guy wanted to fuck, badly. He asked if I had a rubber and responded that I did not. Honestly, I don't get why the tops think bottoms should be carrying all of this for them. If you wanna fucked wrapped, then bring the wrapping. 

Still, it was a non-conversation and he still claimed he wanted to "pound one out in me". And I was DTF. 

I was at work and could not host. He was at work, but could - if I was willing for a little risk and adventure. I think from these 850+ posts you know I am. And I was. 

Like the previous story, I found the entrance as told - and like the last the door was propped open.

I looked around but no one was there. I texted via A4A and he said he'd be right there.  And he was. 

The guy was younger looking than expected, though he said he was 32.  Maybe 160lb and 5'9"-ish.  Work shirt and vest on, plus a ballcap of some kind. 

There was to be zero foreplay. Time for him was of the essence. He unzipped his pants to show this - though this was not taken during the encounter. 

It filled out in length a little more but it was a solid 7.5" cock. 

He had asked me to bring lube and I just had what I had in my car which was a lotion-type substance that had a good portion of petroleum jelly in it. It's thick, but it smears nicely and when it warms up, it is slick. And if by chance he was wearing a rubber, it might compromise such a covering. 

I had already put a gob of it on my asshole while I was waiting for him. I reached into my work pants and put it right on my pucker. 

He had found us a dark(er) area of the warehouse to go. With little time to waste, I just unbuckled my pants and turned toward the painted cinderblock wall and pressed my hands firmly against those. He aimed his cock far too high on my crack, so I reached back and guided him to the entry point. He took over from there. 

The entry was fine, as was the slide up the hole. He moaned. I did too.....though internally. 

And this guy was all about race play. I'm fine with it too, though can't say I'd ever initiate it. He was all about pounding white pussy and his big n-cock. And his big n-load. 

I responded in "kind" and he didn't seem to mind. It actually spurred him on. If it's one thing I've learned in my decades of helping me lighten their sac is how to adapt person to person, scenario to scenario. 

He was methodical about the fuck, never varying tempo or insistency. To me, that was a shame. I like the change up. I like to know what the guy is thinking and feeling by the way he uses his hips and cock - the non-verbals. I wasn't getting any of that here - a read, that is. 

With all his talk about his load and my pussy, I expected something verbal with the orgasm. There'd be none of that. There was a slow down of the pumping and a slight sigh. I actually had to ask him if he was coming - which he confirmed. 

He went soft enough - soon enough - to just slide out of my ass. I pulled my pants, he his. He actually left first and texted me when the coast was clear. 

He's been bugging me ever since for another go-round.  I suspect it might happen eventually.

Park Play

After I left the warehouse, I ventured east by about 30 blocks to a park of which I knew – or at least of which I've heard. I had stopped by once or twice and it was sketchy at best. But I had gotten some vague intel from someone who ventures there and I thought, what the fuck. Why not? 

The park is heavily – and I mean like 95/5 – minority visited. I assume if a white boy like me is there, they know why I’m there. And they would not be wrong. 

The park itself is about 180 degrees. A half moon shaped place. A road that doesn’t go fully around, so a lot of thee point turns goes on here.  It has a ball diamond or two, and some very abandoned tennis courts. My intel told me this is where the action takes place. Park – walk back to the tennis courts. It’s probably better at night, but this was only 5p. 

There were few cars, but I don’t know the normal activity. I sat for a few, assessed the area and then got out and took a little walk back to the courts. One is truly abandoned, with things in the fenced in area, strewn there. 

One heavyset white guy was roaming back there, but moved along. So it was just me. But shortly, a very thicc (yes, I spelled it that way) black guy got out of his SUV and started wandering over my way too. He was at least 6’, probably 200+lbs with the tightest, most fitted jeans I’d ever seen. So tight you’d never see a box on him. It would have trapped and pressed anything down.  Still, the form fitting clothing was hot. He was antsy and it showed. I was not and think I was being quite cool. He finally got me to follow him to a farther side that seemed empty but was not. 

He was quiet. Not a word. Not quite touching his crotch but close. My radar pricked up hoping this wasn’t entrapment. I finally spoke up. “You a cop?”. The answer was no. And then the pulled out his cock. 

It was nice and it wasn’t hard yet. Dark as night shaft with a pink head and foreskin. Honestly, I don’t see a lot of uncut black cocks. It was nice to hold, and started really firming up. Enough skin that it went back and forth nicely. I told him I’d love to sit on the bench and have him stand in front of me and feed me. He disappointed me by saying he wasn’t into oral, but I hoped that meant he wanted to fuck. Unfortunately, he quickly followed up with he was only looking to jack off with someone. Bummer. 

While I was ok watching that thick 7.5”, and the man working it, I wanted more. So verbal was the answer to exploration.  “I bet you’d be ok with jacking while you watched me suck someone else off”. His reply was great, “fuck yeah I would”. I said I’d suck off anyone if he wanted to watch. 

Almost on cue another black male wandered to the farther side of the same court. Far enough away I couldn’t make out a face, body type etc. The guy next to me said, "let me go check it out" and for me to wait. After leaving by a few yards, he turned and told me to follow. He must have seen enough. 

Sure enough, we get to the other end and the new guy has no pants on at all and stroked his 7”. The first guy must have seen that and taken it as a sign it was ok. 

As it turns out, this new guy wasn’t new at all to me. He’s fucked me in the past. A number of times. That said, we were both smart enough not to really say a thing. We acknowledged it with our eyes. I dropped to my knees to blow him, though we both knew this is not how it would end. Only guy #1 thought this would end with head – maybe. While down there, I unbuckled my pants and belt. 

Soon enough I stood up and let my pants fall to my ankles. “Let me see that hairy ass” came from the guy I knew. Of course I showed it to him. More surprisingly, guy #1 takes a tube of lube out of his already tight pants and squirts it on #2’s dick. I take a long hit of poppers and then I’m taking half the dick in my ass. He holds still for a second hit and then it’s buried to hilt. 

I loved how #1 was complicit in this fuck. 

I am facing outward able to see anyone who might approach, as no one can truly approach from behind us. They’re busy looking at black cock going in and out of my ass. They're talking - most likely about me - but I cannot hear what they're saying. I don't really care, as it really doesn't matter. 

The dick felt good.

I was pivoted so guy #1 was in front of me. And as much as I wanted to be spit roasted, it wasn't on the docket for me. He still wouldn't let me suck his dick and he stayed just out of reach. But he was pounding away. 

He was trying to time his ejaculation with the guy fucking my ass, but he couldn't hold back. "I can't hold it", escaped from his lips.  I told him to cum in my face, and he stepped up and shot. Gobs. 

What didn't land on my face, or open mouth (yes, some got in my mouth directly!) or shirt went on his hands. I don't think he would have fed me the spooge hanging off his fingers had I not asked. But I did....and he did. I cleaned off those fingers. 

The guy behind me by this time was shooting up my ass.  Double teamed. 

Both guys got themselves together well before I did. I was sitting butt to the ground while they walked away. I stuck around for a bit to see if anyone else wandered back to the courts, but it was not meant to be. 

I pulled up my pants, made sure any other facials shots were ingested and headed to my car. 

I'm sure I'll be back.

Warehouse "Fun"

It wasn’t exactly a bait and switch, but let’s say it was an oversell. 

The text via Adam4Adam came in as “Hungry?”. My reply: “constantly”. To be clear, my response was not the oversell, just a statement of truth. 

He went on about the warehouse in which he works and the privacy. He went on about him wanting his ass eaten and me telling him I’m THE guy for the job. He spoke of getting his cock sucked and taking a belt to my ass. This last part, I won’t lie, intrigued me. We agreed to meet and he didn’t flake. 

I had no stats on him, nor did I ask. This wasn’t a beauty pageant. It was me eating ass and getting belted in an alleged empty warehouse at the end of a business day. I was looking for a man to treat me like what I am. I didn’t quite find it. 

The door was propped open, like he stated. 

The warehouse was just that, but filled with small businesses per floor. I climbed to the top of the stairs and roamed part of the floor until he presented himself to me. Shirt pulled over his head, but not taken off. No pants. No shoes. Semi hard cock. He was lithe. Maybe 5’9”, 150. Maybe late 40s. It didn’t matter. Not really. The cock was not as big as in the pic, so he played with the angle when taking that. That didn’t matter either. Not really. 

He presented himself like this after we found each other. 

To me, it was an invitation to feast. So I did. I dug my face into his crack and my tongue into his hole. I let that tongue dance inside and outside his hole. He would reach behind and pull my head in deeper. Once or twice he lightly smacked the side of my face. Testing waters? I don’t know. 

I had him moaning and quivery. And jacking. I had to stop that last part as even a blind man could see he was getting himself too close and too early on. So I used my mouth on his balls and cock. 

Even then, he goes, do you want to load now, or later? I mean, fuck, I’ve been here five minutes. This isn’t a session. I told him not to touch his dick and I’d take care of it later. I went back to his ass. And I stood up and let him spit on my cock. He didn’t do anything with my dick but that’s ok too. That’s not what I was there for. And he’d play with my nipples, but he seemed to have no interest in fucking me. 

I went back to his ass, by sitting on the stairs and him bent forward. I went back to the buffet. But too soon he turned around and fed me his cock and tried to fuck my face. He was too close. He had no control. He was weak for someone who talked so dom. 

I looked up. Mouth open. But he controlled his cock and it was in his hands, not my mouth. It spewed into my mouth, on my lips, in my stache, on my cheek, on my shirt. As I said, he had no control. 

Mind you, being the pig I am, I still sat there feeding his ego and thanking him for this. I mean, I DID want the load…………eventually. 

And while I don’t really like being the pushing or instructive bottom, I came there under a different pretense. Was down still on the stairs, him standing above me. I had to tell him to hit me. He did. Kind of. I had to say, “harder”. And then again, with an instruct of “even harder”. He never quite made the connection. 

Then I had to mention the belt. As I had already told two buds I was having this done, I couldn’t tell them after the fact that it never occurred. The guy semi-reluctantly took the belt off his short which were somewhere on the floor, but he barely barely barely made contact. “I don’t want anyone in the building to hear”. UGH. So much for an empty warehouse. He tried his hand a few times, but failed to make a solid connection. 

I was through. I had a load in my face and mouth. He didn’t ask if I wanted to get off, and it’s ok because I didn’t. Again, not what this was about. I hiked up my own pants, buttoned my dress shirt and left – with that load partially coating my face. I wore it like a badge of honor. 

I already had an idea in my head of what was next anyways.