A few years
ago my Lover and I were stricken with night
fever, our code word for anonymous raw sex in back rooms, the baths, and
movie houses. We both needed it bad, so we headed to the gay movie house. Since it was barely around the corner,
we got there in minutes.
As usual, we wished each other good luck and parted. The place reeked of Mancunt and Poppers. I took a seat to watch the flic. The two dudes on the screen were stripping, flesh-on-flesh, 69ing, fucking, shooting their Manjuice in each other’s mouths and guts.
It was time
to patrol the back room. I prowled the darkened corridors with years of blatant
familiarity. I sat on a bench and unzipped my fly, unfettering my rock-hard
Rod. A hand grabbed it. "OH, fuck me! Fuck
me!" a voice moaned.
Before I could answer, a Bubble Butt sat right down on my Cock. I hadn’t
planned on fucking, hoping to get sucked; but by then I didn't care. Waves of pleasure careened down my
Shaft.
My Balls
were just about to release their prize. Suddenly, Bubble Butt was gone. "Shit!"
I cursed the darkness,
tucking my aching Dick back in, and walked away, hoping maybe Tight Ass wanted
me to follow. But he was nowhere to be seen.
I sat back
down and felt on either side of me. No one. A match flared. For a few seconds I
glimpsed a few men across the aisle. A Black Guy caught my fancy and for an
instant we made eye-contact. His
match went out. I reached in my
pocket and flicked my Bic.
Someone sat
down beside me. We both lit
up. It was the Black Dude. "Follow
me," he demanded.
I pursued him into the john—a small Hell Hole where piss hadn’t properly
flushed in years. We went into a
small stall. I dropped my
jeans, unburdening my throbbing Shaft.
He dropped his pants and turned to face me.
"OH MY GOD!" I cried out, staring at a rare 12-incher. It was the real McCoy. I dropped to my knees and sucked that
swollen Dick. I ran my hungry
tongue down his massive Undershaft to his mammoth Balls. I had to do each one
independently. Both just wouldn't
fit.
I sucked
that colossal Black Rod with well practiced precision. I wanted to enjoy that stupendous
Manshaft every which way I could.
I’d encountered only 4 or 5 that size in my lifetime. So I kept changing how and what I did,
plying him with every trick in the book, anxious to drain that epic Ball
Sac. I got him moaning, licked his
Asshole, then went back to that gigantic Cock, gently nibbling the humungous
Shaft as I went.
As he
slowly pumped the Monster Head in and out of my mouth, my right hand rubbed,
squeezed and cupped his massive Nuts. My left hand pumped my own Meat. I didn't
want either of us to come soon, but I couldn’t afford to let that one get away.
Finally hot Jizm filled my mouth. Ropes and ropes of it. My left hand grew
sticky with my own Cum. After his
last squirt, he pulled out, disappointment all over his face.
"You wanted to
get fucked?" His Seed dripped down my hand. His face
hung almost as low as his member.
"Yeah, I’d hoped
to."
"I just couldn't
help it."
"Yeah, I know." His words spoke volumes. “Every time a guy gets a glimpse of my size,
they never get around to fucking. “
“Just as well. I’m POZ.”
"I’m a Bugchaser, man!” He zipped up his jeans and unlatched the door.
“Wait!” I exclaimed, my mind whirling. I couldn’t let this rare bird get away. My BF would never forgive me. “My Lover’s here. He’s POZ and a Top. And he isn’t on Meds.” I took his hand and drew Daniel into the Lion’s Den.