Tearoom Rendezvous
Like
millions of red-blooded American males I work Monday through Friday—eight,
ten, and sometimes twelve hours a day.
Saturday I reserve for personal and household chores. Sunday is for family and cruising.
One
particularly horny afternoon after a two-week business trip, I headed for the
park, a block down from the Baths, an almost guaranteed source of
pulchritudinous Manmeat any hour of the day or night, because so many of the patrons were either making a pit stop
enroute to the Tubs, or were desperate, having not gotten any.
In
the john I interrupted a threesome.
A pimply-faced kid barely out
of diapers was being sucked by a middle-aged
pudgy dude in glasses. They were joined by a tall
pale skinny guy who looked like he'd been ill, and
all were sucking and kissing each other.
I watched nervously from the doorway,
keeping my distance. The skinny dude beckoned to me. I approached them trepidly, displaying
my lack of expertise with orgies.
But Sickly
reached beneath my Tee to twist my Tits, while Pudge bent down to suck me.
I went soft due to nervousness, and Pudge went back to sucking the other
guys. I sauntered out to my car
for a Viagra, slipping the bitter
tablet beneath my tongue for quicker absorption.
Mission
accomplished I strolled back in, and Sickly started sucking me . I knelt down on the hard concrete and
sucked his massive, uncut Dick.
He played with my Balls and Ass.
A Sleazy Leering Dude in jeans
and leather jacket came in. God,
how he reminded me of my deceased ex-Lover, Peter (AIDS death, Class of 2000)
who'd tried
unsuccessfully to POZ me! He unzipped and played with himself, watching the
action. Sickly
kissed my neck while working two fingers inside of me.
The Teenybopper shot his Wad and left, leaving me the center of attention. Again Pudge knelt to suck my Dick. He was definitely improving with experience. Sickly kept fingering my Hole, proclaiming passionately how badly he wanted to fuck me. Peter stood beside me, leering and beating his Meat while I was sucked and fingered.
Pudge, begging to be fucked, massaged lube onto my Cock. I rubbed my Rod up and down his Crack, but somehow managed to resist, though Sickly, still fingering my Hole, urged me on.
I played with Peter and got his Cock wet with salvia and lube. He put his arm around me and pulled me towards him. I bent down and sucked him. I must admit it was hot sucking him—kind of a head-trip sucking such a Sleazy Bastard (like my ex-Lover), and that I was the same as both of them.
Sickly could no longer hold
back. He grabbed the lube from Pudge,
greased his Dick, and rammed It up my Pussy. That hurt like Hell, and I cried out. Sympathetically Pudge
started sucking me again, and I alternated going down on Pudge and Peter while Sickly screwed me.
A decrepit
old Turd, attracted by our moans and
groans, came in to watch. Shortly
after that I announced I was cummin’ (like, big deal, who gives a shit
when some perverted Faggot shoots his Wad for the umpteenth time!)
Well,
apparently the Old Troll did. (From the looks of him he hadn't gotten any since
World War II.) He muscled
in, almost knocking Pudge off balance, wrapped his toothless lips
around my Cock, and let me blow my suspect Load down his geezer throat .
When
I got to my room at the Baths, I checked my Ass and wiped away a manly mix of
Blood and Cum and Lube and Shit. I
met up with an older married brother who'd fucked me several times before, and
explained why I wanted him to be extra gentle that afternoon. He professed to know both Sickly and
Peter,
having had sex with both of them on more than one occasion. Sickly had just been released from the hospital
(AIDS
related pneumonia) and Peter had openly been a PWA for six years.