Sunday, February 25, 2007

Homo Depot

I think I have mentioned once or twice before of a very cruisy Home Depot not too far from me. Mind you - I have to pass like 3 other Home Depots to get to it, but is it my fault they oversaturate the market?

Even if I'm in the neighborhood and don't need any items, I'll stop in.

Usually nothing happens in Home Depot. You do the cruising. If you're in the bathroom and show the goods, you go elsewhere to complete any longings you might have. I fucking LOVE public sex, but anymore the risks are no longer as fun. And the high traffic of this bathroom is hard to pull anything off - pun completely intended!

But this was a 2p on a weekday. The people in the store were all contractors - my favorite kind of guy. Or one of them. Stepping into the restroom, the air of the place was immediately different. I cannot explain it, but it harkened back to my public toilet cruising days. This day was going to be different.

To confirm this, as I quickly assessed the stall situation, out of four, the two middle ones were taken. Any serious cruiser knows you want one second from the end for optimal pick-up ability. I had my pick of the first stall or the end handicap one. I took the first one. As I entered and turned to get the door, there was someone almost right in front of the stall. Tall. Hot. Young. We locked eyes. I knew. He knew. He took the handicap stall.

Since we were both taller than the partition, we stood for what seemed like forever (probably 30 seconds) as we looked at each other while undoing our pants before sitting. We knew.

The silence was eeire Of the four men occupying all the stalls, it didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that no one was actually going to the bathroom. No noise. No smells. No one going to the toilet paper. We all knew at that point.

But save a few taps from the foot next to me - nothing was happening. I had no idea who was next to me, but I already knew he wasn't who I wanted. I saw what I wanted - and he saw me.

After a bit of no activity I decided maybe I'd move on. But before I did, I stepped in front of the urinal in front of the handicap stall. And there he was...standing at the crack, waiting...and watching me.

I decided to whip mine out at the urinal. He just opened the door and took his place next to me. Both of us jacking and looking at each other. As much as I thought I had a nice dick (and I do), his was much nicer. About the same length but thicker and a little fleshier. It was beautiful.

Him in his Carhartt everything. Me in my flannel, 501s and boots. Another guy opened his door to watch. We let him. I wasn't caring anymore at this point. We jacked hard. He reached out to grab my ass. I let him.

We knew it was risky to go further, but he was close. He wanted me close. In a way I wanted to be there, but I wanted more. He was at the edge and I licked my lips - he got the idea. He nodded and took a step back.

In a heartbeat I swooped down and got my lips to his head when he unleashed. I clamped my mouth right over his dick and took it all. It was thick. It was good. He made no noise. I could hear jacking behind us at the open stall door.

As expected...the second he was done, I was invisible to him. He tucked in, zipped up and was out the door. And not a moment too soon. Some guy was walking in as I made my way to the handicap stall.

After the new guy left, the guy who had been watching stood on his toilet and watched me. I put on a jacking-off show and pumped off a HUGE wad. Everywhere. I didn't even try to control it. Or clean it up. When I was done, I was done...and left.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Right Fuck. Wrong Reasons. ...maybe.

It's been bitter cold here and now snowy. Sometimes the hardcore guys come out cruising during this time, but so cold, that's not even happening. As it is - my encounters have been slim. I'll pull one out from my past - how about that?

I once had a sex crush (no emotion, naturally) on this guy who'd cruise the same places that I did. I was just a little irked that he showed no interest in me. I'd never seen his dick, but I heard it was a beauty - so naturally that just added insult to injury.

One night at Eagle in Exile, I was being cruised by what turned out to be this guy's boyfriend. In some ways he was hotter than the original guy Blonde (so not my type) and scrappier. But man this guy exuded sexxxx. And I'll be honest, hooking up with him would appease me on some level - not in replacement from the other guy, but just sharing something he probably didn't want me to have. Yeah - I can be that guy!

We played cat and mouse games of looking and longing. The bar closed and I lived close by. Without a word, he followed me home. Right away we got down to business. And the guy was ripe. Landscaper by trade, he worked hard all day and had no intention of showering before going to the bar. He had an agenda. I dug it.

I got to to smell him, lick him, suck him and taste him. He was completely in to me being into him.

I don't know his name - but he had a nice dick. Not too big and curve upward a little. Before long he had me on the floor of my bedroom and my pants off. With nothing but spit he slid it up my ass. And he FUCKED. He pumped my ass good and started talking dirty.

As he pumped in and out of me, he started talking about the guy I was at the bar with. He was completely into him and had hoped he'd be at my house. At the time, I didn't quite see the irony. I mean - I had a cock up my ass.

When he realized he that I probably couldn't arrange a hook-up (my friend wasn't/isn't like I am), the guy just wanted to wrap up. Without a word he just unloaded up my ass. And a huge load at that.

As nasty as I get - in some ways, things were clear then. It was dirty for all the wrong reasons - but all the ones we thought we wanted.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Cuff Top

I was on and ran into a guy I had hooked up with twice before. He always notices me before I do him.

Bill, is a bit cloney. Like 1978 cloney. Brush cut. Beefy kind of muscular. Thick-ish moustache. Not unattractive, but could be more so if he came into this century. He is my age but lives like he's younger. I haven't had cinder block bookcases or a mattress-only bed on a floor since I was a student.

Bill invited me over to help him out. That's what I do. I'm just a giver that way.

He works out a lot and is very into his natural scent. I like his odor too. Sometimes it's a little overpowering, but what is a boy like me to do? He makes sure I get into his pits and the crack of his ass. I'm all to willing to do these things.

Anyway, I get over to his apartment and he's ready to go. He has me strip in his living room before we head back to the bedroom. When we get there, he tells me to put my hands behind my back and stand there. I do. He looks right at me and lets go with a big wad of spit right in my face - and dripping into my goatee. He likes that. I like that he likes it.

He walks around me and I know not to turn and follow his actions. I hear some rattling, but not sure. In an instant - he cuffs the hands that are behind my back. In a way this shouldn't surprise me as his screen name has 'cuff' in it. However the few times we have played he's never brought them out or brought up the subject.

So now I was kind of captive. I've never been good at bondage. I'm obedient, but never felt the need to be restrained. He enjoyed my low level of discomfort.
We went through the various scenes of him humiliating me with his spit or wiping his ripe pit all over my goatee. He made me get on my knees, which when cuffed is a slight balancing act. I sucked him like a pro. He threatened in this state to fuck my ass - something he's never done. And didn't end up doing.

This guy is all about watching himself (mirror) and seeing the after effects of what he's done. He like spit and cum to be dripping from my face. He doesn't let me clean up before making the four story trek out of his building (no elevator). Anyone passing could easily see what kind of guy I am. I care.