Working on the blog posts "To Sam: Emails of Intervention" took an emotional toll on me by reliving it so soon after the fact. So last Thursday night, I needed more than ever to get out of the house, and be amongst people.
Thanks to the "wonderful" MTA, I didn't get to the East Village until after 2 A.M. My only desire for the evening was actually to be at a place with hot go-go boys to gawk at, and maybe cop a feel of to beat off to later. Sex with anyone, if you can believe it, was not my goal.
I went to The Urge first, but neither them nor the crowd's vibe was doing anything for me. So I went over to The Cock. I pretty much kept to myself. The small crowd wasn't doing much for me there, but I will admit, the go-go boys did make my imagination go places, so I had a chance to have my mission for the night accomplished. There was one go-go boy I never saw before with a mohawk, tattoos, and a nice juicy butt I would have loved to bury my face in just before getting on my back so he coud use all his muscles to pound me senseless. Between my playing coy with him (since he knew I wanted him) but at the same time not trying to draw unwanted attention from desperados, I never got to tip him or the other go-go boy. It was annoying me at the time, but for some reason I felt better things were about to happen.
The glances went back and forth for awhile with me looking at each of them, and then I would see them talk to each other looking at me together. I knew with my shyness that I wasn't going to make a move. Instead, i let one of them do it. Then at long last, one of them did.
They invited back to where they were staying, which was walking distance from the bar, and off we went. At one point, we stopped to get condoms. While Vanilla was inside the store, Caramel and I stood outside talking about how shy we both were. Now either Caramel was just talking, or I really put him at ease, because the next thing I knew, Caramel started making out with me. When Vanilla walked out of the store with condom in tow, we all smiled at each other, and proceeded walking. Later on in the walk, Vanilla just looked over at me, and got his "on-the-street" makeout session with me. Afterwards, we proceeded walking.
They were staying there with another couple whose room was just across the hall, so they closed the bedroom door. As soon as they closed the door, we started getting undressed, and it turned out being that there was a mirror on the back of the door. This made for the foreplay to look like a hot porno for sure. I looked in the mirror enjoying the sight of seeing Vanilla on my cock while Caramel had his face buried in between my ass cheeks.
Caramel then led us to the bed. I went straight for sucking his cock, while Vanilla was now the one rimming me. Then he stopped, and I heard all the sounds I like to hear to let me know I'm about to get fucked ----the snap of a lube bottle and the rip of a condom wrapper. So I tooted my ass up and arched my back. Then Vanilla's hand came back to put some lube on my hole, then in he went. My orifices at both ends were now filled with hard cocks of gorgeous men, and for that reason, I was loving it. That, and how me being the bottom and tallest guy in the room was unlike so many porn videos. Yes, my little 5' 6" frame had me to be the tallest, but (for the sake of moronic size queens concern) we were all just as endowed as the other, and all uncut.
They then moved me to get fucked in my favorite position - missionary. Vanilla started fucking me even more intensely as he looked in my eyes, which is why I like missionary. Because whatever position the guy may be, if he wants sex void of ever looking in his partner's eyes, then he has intimacy issues that make him worthless of being even a casual fuck. Even in a 3-way, all players should desire looking in the other's eyes to see their joy of the sex, and that's what I got here.
While Vanilla fucked me missionary, Caramel came up behind him, and fucked Vanilla from behind. It didn't take long for Caramel to come. Vanilla and I stayed in position, and started jerking off. We kept finding ourselves on the edge of cumming, but neither of us exploded. So we went back to fucking. Back to missionary, then with me on my stomach. Vanilla fucked me so long and hard, he was making me show how much of a power-bottom I am, and lose myself to the point that instead of moaning "Yes! Yes", I turned French myself and started moaning "Oui! Oui!". Then when he knew he was nearing that point, he turned me over so he could spray me with his load.
With one hand jerking my cock, and the other feeling all the sweat on his body and ass, and the puffiness of his cum-filled balls, I finally came first. He was so turned on by seeing my load that he came. AND BOY DID HE CUM!
While I heard the moans, the color of his squirts were so light at first that I didn't realize he was cumming. Then I started seeing a couple of streaks shoot pass my face and over my head like shooting stars, then the rest loaded my chest making me forget about my meager cum-load on my abs. So Vanilla had bathed me in his man-milk from his "wee-wee", and actually apologized totally unaware of the cum-pig that I am, so I told him, "Trust me, it's fine".
Being that cum-pig, I wanted to leave their place with Vanilla's cum all over me. Yes, I know that would mean that I would have been walking NYC streets and riding the subway wreaking of his protein-enriched man-milk, but I wouldn't have cared less. Instead, I decided to keep that part of my piggish side a secret, and took their offer of going in their bathroom and taking a shower. Damnit!
I walked to the D train on Broadway-Lafayette thinking about how no drugs contributed to any of us having a good time. That's how Write That Down #17 came about, which I'm sure may have pissed off some past tricks who read that post.
During my walk, I also thought about how it felt as if Vanilla's eager cock was still in my ass. BUT in preparation for putting a smile on the face of the next guy I bottom for by maintaining my reputation of having a tight hole, I made sure to do my Kegels the whole time, and I'm doing them still....even while I've been typing this post.
Now, where's that mohawked go-go boy from The Cock, so he can do me on the bar? Because evidently, thanks to those 2 Frenchmen, the lust-bucket that I am has been resurrected .