Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas!

May Christmas bring you great joy and love... and hot, steamy sex!

I'm spending Christmas with my family and The Boyfriend. I hope you are surrounded by love as well. Remember to spread love, joy, and your seed this holiday season.

Thank you for checking out my blog and commenting. It's very much appreciated. I promise to post more in the upcoming year.


Saturday, December 19, 2009


I personally know a few professional MLB and NFL athletes that could take a page from Gareth Thomas' book and come out of the closet. Too many young guys need more role models to be out, be proud and be excellent athletes.

That said... Christ, look at the body of this man! Hurray for our team...

Thursday, November 5, 2009

The List

He’s watching the cars go through the car wash. Tall. Handsome in a beaten down way. Ill-fitting t-shirt. Shorts too baggy. Flip-flops. Probably was athletic in his day. Now, probably pushups and situps before work. Maybe an occasional run.

He holds a list in his hand. Stuffs it in his pocket. Pulls it out again. Was whipped ten years ago. Almost broken down today.

The list is out again. I stand next to him. Watching the cars move slowly through. “Honey Do List?” I keep my eyes on the cars. I can see him out of the corner of my eye. He looks over.

“Yeah, how’d you…?” Still staring straight ahead, I pull my list out and wave it.


Saturday mornings. I meet some buddies and run for a few hours. Sometimes it’s a hand-job. Sometimes we fuck. Maybe we’ll meet some kid who’s up for a good time. We always have a good time. Today, I stayed in for a blow job.

Boyfriend wakes me nibbling on my chest. Props up on his hands and knees. Moves to my mouth. We make out. Long, slow kisses. My phone buzzes. Text from my buds. Boyfriend works his way down. Fuck running.

We sixty-nine for a while. He can take my whole cock down his throat. Slow and smooth it slides down. No gag. No choke. Like it was made for it. His cock falls out of my mouth as I lean back and moan.

I give his ass a hard smack. His cock throbs in my mouth. I taste precum. His hairy ass tightens under my grip. Fingers move to his hole. His cock gets harder. Boyfriend backs his hole into my fingers. I’m gonna fuck that hard.

We’ve done this before. Making it last as long as possible. I lift my head to take in more of his cock. Boyfriend’s balls rest on my eyes. They feel nice. Cool. Smooth. Drop down. His cock slips out of my mouth and smacks against his furry stomach.

Grabbing his hips, I pull boyfriend back. He’s now sitting on my face. Squatting over it. Asshole presented to my anxious tongue. The assault begins. I chew. I lick. I kiss. French. Poke. Prod. His asshole is defenseless against the battering of my tongue and fingers.

Boyfriend rests his hands on my hips for balance. If I were casually tossing his salad, he’d play with my dick. He’s barely coherent. People have called me many things, but bad at eating ass is not one of them.

He quivers. He shakes.. I know where this is going. He won’t last. I can’t stop. Both hands on his cheeks I pull back harder. My mouth is practically suctioned onto his hole and my tongue furiously teases and fucks his hairy hole. His muscular legs prevent me from hearing much, when he starts to unload, I’m sure the neighbors can hear. I feel the splash of seed across my stomach as his cock releases his load. This makes my tongue push in harder. It’s a big load. I can feel his jizz dripping down my side and by my balls.

Boyfriend moves off. I look down. Nut is everywhere. He smiles. “Gusher.” I nod. He gets up. Grabs a towel. I start to wipe up. Phone rings. Yoga instructor is sick, can he fill in? Right now.

He runs out the door promising to make it up to me. Minute later he comes running back in and up the stairs. I knew he wouldn’t leave me hanging.

He hands me The List.


I stand watching the cars being washed, waving the list. I turn and smile. Beautiful brown eyes. Buzzed hair. Receding hairline. Handsome. A bit sad looking. Chat about our kids. Saturdays. Suburban nightmare shit. He’s cute when he smiles. His name is Todd.

Boyfriend’s BMW moves through. “Yours…?” I nod. Won’t be the last lie I tell today. Boyfriend loves that car. I like how it gets me laid.

Ginormous SUV right behind. “Yours…?” He nods. Almost ashamed. I ask about handling. Power. I don’t mock. Never mock a man’s wheels.

“Ever drive one?” I shake my head. Another lie. Grew up around trucks and SUVs before they were called SUVs. Grandparents had Broncos and Suburbans on the ranch for years. Spent one summer trying to put back together the Bronco I rolled

“Can I take it for a spin?” Beemer is being detailed. Two hours easy. I need to kill some time. Fifteen minutes later we’re driving around. We chat. The most important fact: wife and kids are down south at a soccer tournament. He’ll make it down in the afternoon. Right now he’s free.

Todd asks about the wife. Divorced, I say.

“Girlfriend then…?”

“Sort of…” He nods. Todd gets it. Stop light. I sit back. My running shorts leave little to the imagination on most days. My cock is hard. Pointing left and peaking out the waistband.

I turn and look Todd in the eyes, “Where are we going?”

We pull into his driveway. Typical upper middle class tract home. From the looks he’s already checked off ‘mow the lawn.’

Standing in the entry he turns around three times. The boy is nervous. I tell him to stop. We don’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do. I kiss him.

Floodgates open. Todd pulls me close and we make out like animals. Bumping into furniture. Spinning about. He’s an amazing kisser. My lips are a still a little whipped from this morning. I push him down to his knees. He starts pulling down my shorts.

“Um… shouldn’t we go to the bedroom…? Poor guy. She’s trained him to only fuck in the bedroom.

I look down and tussle his hair. I pull his head forward.

Todd gives amazing head. Light nibbling. Lots of sucking. Uses his hands. Plays with my balls. Fingers my hole. I love married guys. They don’t fuck around often, when they do… they do it all.

He stands. We kiss some more. I move to my knees. The fucking tile floor is miserable. Cold. Hard. My knees ache in seconds. How he spent the last 20 minutes on his knees is beyond me. My knees slide into the grout. It kills. Pulling open his shorts, a perfect uncut cock falls out. I forget about the grout. It’s beautiful. Around 7”. Thick, not massive. Foreskin, not too much. Take it into my mouth. Swallow until my nose rests in his deep bush. Play with his furry balls. Not huge. Very hairy. Nice. He is completely untrimmed and natural. I could stay down here all day. Knees are killing me. Fucking grout. Mercifully, Todd stops me. Doesn’t want to cum yet.

We make out some more. I pull off his shirt. He’s not out of shape, definitely not buffed.. Small amount of fur on his chest. Nice pits. I move for them. Didn’t shower today. I dive in. Todd swears like a sailor as I clean out his deep and furry pits. When I’m done they’re drenched.

He tries to return the favor. He’s not that into it. I suggest we go to the bedroom.

Sheets are off the bed. A pile on the floor with some towels. Laundry day. I throw the old sheets back over and push Todd onto the bed.

I crawl on top of him. We roll around making out like school kids. We explore. I only get fleeting moments at sucking him and that uncut beauty.

He does love me eating his ass. It doesn’t take him long for him to beg me to fuck him. Condoms in the nightstand. The wife hates the pill. Lucky me.

One finger goes in Todd’s ass easily, as does two. Claims he practices with a cucumber. Of course he does. Mental note not to eat at his house. Ever.

I ask him how he wants it. Dealer’s choice. I want to see his face. Bitch stays on his back.

Condom on. Boy lubed and propped up. I throw his legs up. I slide my legs in. My cock rests at his hole. He’s breathing fast. I tell him to relax. He does. A little. “On three.” I count. “One… two…” I push in. Not a lot, but enough for my head to get in. Todd gasps.

Legs back farther. I thrust deeper into him. He’s doing great. I tell him. Keep pushing and backing off a little until I’m all the way in. Would have had to pull out for most guys. He’s taking it like a champ. I reach down and rub his chest and stomach. His uncut cock dribbles out copious amounts of precum. I touch his face. I lean forward and kiss him. I start to fuck him.

Still looking into his eyes, I thrust lightly in and out. Todd’s eyes roll back. He’s loving this. I fuck him gently for a while, then pull back and start hitting it harder. Todd groans loudly at every hard thrust.

I pull out and roll him onto his stomach and enter him again. He doesn’t like this. Same with doggie style. He wants to see me fuck him.

I roll him back over and pull his ass way into the air. He’s resting mostly on his neck and shoulders. Standing over him, I drop my cock down into his hole. Pile driver. Todd fucking loves it. He moans so deep and loud I hear a dog howl.

Todd shouts he’s “Gonna blow! Gonna blow!” I reach down and pump his shaft. It’s like hot stone. I aim it at his face.

His balls unleash. Long ropes of creamy spunk fly onto his face. In his mouth. On his neck. His chest. My shaft aches. I pull off. Snap off the condom. Drop to my knees Shove my throbbing cock back in his mouth. I tell him to swallow it.

The daddy bitch grabs it with both hands and slurps it for all it’s worth. I feel my balls stir. I tell him not to stop.

Not sure why, when I nut I whisper, “For you…” He swallows as much as he can. Some dribbles out. Using my fingers, I scoop the excess back in his mouth.

Todd lays there. The guilt begins washing over him. Lean down to kiss him. Turns his head. Still has my jizz on his face. The condom I fucked him with is stuck to his thigh…

I grab a towel from the floor and wipe up. I throw it to him. He wipes up.

We’re both still hard. With any other guy it would be round two.

We dress in silence.

We get to the car wash just as the car is announced being ready. I shake Todd’s hand and walk away. The kid who detailed the car is checking me out. He’s young. Hot. Tempting. But I got a list with my name on it..

Friday, October 9, 2009

The Return of Crooked Vein

If by chance you've stopped by because you wanted to know about Crooked Vein, thanks. Google--aka "The Bastards"--locked it for a TOS violation. However, the bastards never got back to me within the "two days" they said they would, and never told me what the violation was.

I should note, I never claimed copyright, I gave credit when I knew the copyright holder, and I removed any pictures when requested. Most importantly, I never attempted to make money off the site. I felt it was wrong to make money off of pictures I had no legal claim to. I was simply sharing them with others.

On that note, since the bastards haven't released my site, nor have they gotten back to me (fucking bastards), I figured the 6,000 readers a day would still want to see my pics. So, Crooked Vein 2 has been created. All of October's posts are up and scheduled to post.

Spread the word...


Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Peter X, Briefly

Bar. Saturday night. Boyfriend, friends having after dinner drinks. I’m horny as fuck and want to get home. Boyfriend wants to look around more. Whatever.

Talk to a few friends. They mention Peter X is here. Peter and I dated for a minute. He barebacks. Puts himself in dangerous situations. His latest just dumped him. The guy didn’t like that Peter lived to fuck. Wanted him all to himself. Peter is too amazing for one guy. He’s out, but he’s not really here.

Surprised he didn’t call me. I play therapist when he breaks up with someone. He cries. I tell him to man up. Sometimes we’ll fuck. Usually, a good fuck gets him back in the game.

I see him in the corner. Jeans. Dress shirt. Looks amazing as always. My height. Handsome. 5% body fat. Works out like a fiend. Never wears deodorant. Has the best stink of any guy I know.

I walk over. He nods. I nod. I go for the hug. “You okay?” I whisper. He nods. Pull back. Look into his eyes. “You sure?” Eyes well up. He’s a fucking mess.

There’s something about Peter when he’s a mess that makes him so damn fuckable. Perfect looks/body scream confidence. Face reveals he’s vulnerable. I love it.

Move in for the kiss. Peter is a great kisser. I grab the back of his head and hold him in place as we kiss. He makes no attempt to move away. I know he’s mine. We make out for a while. His smell is intoxicating. Strong. Acrid. Not dirty, but like a man.

Move to his ear, “Undo your shirt.” We kiss for a while. He makes no attempt to unbutton anything. I ask again, this time grabbing his neck firmly: I’m in charge. Do what I say.

I know his weakness: his pits. He loves having them eaten. Cleaned out with a strong tongue. I pull off his shirt. Smell it. Stinks like him. Push it against his chest. Looking him in his baby blues. I nod to his left. “Lift it.”

He sighs. Closing his eyes, he lifts his left arm. My nose dives in. Deep inhale. God, it smells delicious. My tongue gets a taste. It tingles. I’m salivating at the thought of driving deeper into that pit. I soak it with spit. I tongue the hell out of it. I lick it. I spit in it. His thick bush holds all my saliva. I begin to suck it all back out.

I’m hard as a rock. I can feel his fat dick pushing against my leg. I bump and grind a little. He whimpers slightly.

We kiss again. I want him to taste himself. His strong, masculine scent on my tongue, lips and chin. He likes how he tastes. Peter even chews on my chin.

I eat out that left pit again for a few more minutes. I pull back. Smile. I look at his right pit. Peter is VERY sensitive on his right pit. Don’t know why. Don’t care. I got him to cum twice just by tickling his right pit. Granted, I was also stroking his dick a little, but he came faster when I played with his right pit.

Peter lets out a “mmmph” noise before I’ve even got my face in his pit. I bury my nose in. Deep inhales. I’m harder. I gently kiss the surrounding soft skin. Slowly moving towards the thick patch of fur. I lick the hairs. Softly at first, then with more force. He’s whimpering louder. I want to continue going slowly, to tease him a bit, but my tongue has a mind of its own. I begin Frenching his pit. Mouth open, tongue swirling. How this pit tastes better than the left, I don’t know. It just does.

Peter’s pulling me close. Groaning loudly. I keep my assault on his pit at maximum as we start dry-humping. I’m pounding my crotch into him as I suck on that pungent pit. His grip gets tighter. His moans louder. He bites his lip to keep it quiet. I keep thrusting as if my cock is slamming into his tight hole.

He gasps. He’s cumming in his pants. I continue slamming into him and eating that tasty pit. His arms relax their grip. My thrusts slow. I pull back. We look at each other and smile. I hear a couple of guys clapping.

I pull him closer and talk directly into his ear, holding his neck firmly in my hand: “You see the guy in the red shirt at the bar?” I wait for him to look and nod, “That’s my boyfriend. He’s smiling isn’t he?” My hand on his neck pulls as he nods. “You need to find someone who’ll let you be you. Don’t settle. Move on.” Peter pulls me close into a hug.

One last kiss. I turn and walk back to The Boyfriend. Long kiss. I wait for a comment about Peter’s pits on my breath. He holds up a scotch. He’s not into pits but knows that I am. The Boyfriend accepts me. He knew I’d kiss him and he knew that if he drank a scotch it wouldn’t annoy him. We work well together.

I hope Peter X. finds someone who’ll work well with him.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

No Kids Allowed

I've been fucking around since I was in my early teens. Completely my choice and mostly sought out by me. However, you'll notice I really haven't written anything about those experiences, because I feel that's crossing a line. First, I have no desire to appeal to pedophiles and second, avoiding jail is always a good thing. While I will admit to the occasional impure thought about some hot high school jock, I am definitely NOT into kids.

So why am I bringing this up? Because I recently found that I had about a dozen followers that were pushing kid pictures. I didn't examine the sites closely enough to see if the kids were naked, I found the sites creepy in that they centered around little boys. That makes me physically ill.

I have kids. I have nieces and nephews. I can't imagine doing anything like that to a child. So don't put that shit on my site. To those of you who put crap like that on my site, I'll block you. I'll keep blocking you. Like the idiots that leave comments that are nothing but ads, I will continue to block every comment and every follow. Don't make me come after you.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Jiu-Jitsu Training

I really need to add this to my workout regimen…

Note when the “submissive” tries to tap out, he doesn’t let go… (yeah, baby!) Dig on Mario Sperry's hot latin accent... booyah!

How does one apply to be his aid? Talk about aweet fucking job.

I'm posting this here because of my sorry-ass lack of posts lately. Hell, I haven't even been posting to Twitter that much (well, the good details, anyway). I'm trying fellas, I'm trying...

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Twitter Me This, Batman

Some of my friends have hit tough times and are stuck for a place to stay. Being the soft sap that I am, I've taken these guys into my home... so far, so good (and by good, I mean grateful friends give awesome blowjobs...) and having hot guys hang around your house half-naked is a good thing!

My friends are very in-tune with the "internets" (as Dubya would say) and they've convinced me that I should Twitter. "If you're not going to post every time you fuck, you could just Twitter about it."

Fine. I'll join my friends, who are a bunch of twits (they say "tweets", I call 'em like I see 'em).

Feel free to follow me on my Twitter page.

Will I follow you? Fuck yeah!

Now, if only I could get my friends to follow me... guys? Ben? David? Bern?

Monday, January 19, 2009

AA Meeting

“Leave your wallet in the car.” Marcus is giving me the rundown for our lunchtime adventure. We’re in his car. Middle of nowhere in The City. Old warehouses. A few repair shops. The whole thing is very ‘off grid.’

He continues. “Don’t talk to the first guy. I wouldn’t even look at him.” I roll my eyes. Marcus grabs my sleeve. “Seriously, he’ll fuck you up.”

I’ve left my wallet, watch and anything of value in the car. Except for the twenty in my pocket. I’ve stuck my ID in my sock as Marcus suggested. “Just in case.” Of what, I don’t want to know.

My mind whirls around all the information he gave me. Most of these guys are seriously straight. Anything “gay” could set them off. No kissing. Avoid eye contact. Don’t fuck around. Don’t be a smart-ass. Have fun... sure.

It’s almost noon. The place has been “open” for almost half an hour. It closes in little more than an hour. Marcus explained why. I can’t remember right now. It made sense when he told me.

Small unmarked door on the street gets us into the warehouse. Not much of a street. No signage. Only one business appears to be open about a half a block away. I don’t see anyone on the street. No cars, either.

We walk purposefully right past the first guy. I don’t make eye contact. Not sure what the place was before, but this was the office. Torn up now. Abandoned. Patches of carpet. Cube farm without the cubes. Ceiling is barely hanging. We walk into the small office in the back. I follow Marcus’ lead and wordlessly toss my money to the guy at the desk. We head to a bashed out hole in the wall.

Marcus warned me the place was a dump. He didn’t do it justice. We walk along a narrow corridor. The high roof of the warehouse is way overhead. The narrow walls that corrals us in look like they were erected over a weekend. The layout is simple: the narrow hallway encircles a long, narrow central room. The hallway is braced overhead with an occasional two-by-four. All lighting is natural from the dirty warehouse windows and almost opaque skylights. Tarps are sporadically thrown over the braces to create pockets of completely dark space.

The center room has a plywood wall tilted up with four glory-holes cut in. Like the hall, braces to the hall walls hold it steady. I get the feeling if someone pushed hard, the whole place would collapse.

I hear some groans and the occasional voice. I see no one. It’s damn dark. Marcus disappears almost instantly. I walk alone. There are a lot more guys there than I would think. Most are just standing there in the darkness. Several have their dicks out. Most just stand there staring at the ground. One or two look up. It takes me three laps before I realize the place is small and I’m seeing the same guys over and over.

Finally, I see some guys going at it. Fucking. Sucking. Very serious. No one is laughing or smiling. I continue on.

A hot guy leans against the wall. I think he’s hot but can’t be sure. He stands in the dark. The light cuts a clean line right by his shoulder. My eyes are adjusting, but the light hitting him is reflected. His shirt is open. His chest is nice.

I rub his stomach and chest with my hand. He doesn’t push me away. He doesn’t look at me, either. My eyes are adjusting. I look at him. He’s got a buzz cut and a two day growth of beard—buzzed all over his head. Masculine features. His eyes are dark. They look kind. Thin lips.

I lean in and lick his nipple. He takes a deep breath. I chew a bit. He smells like a working man. Bit of sweat. Musky but not dirty. I move to his right pit. Buzz resists. I’m persistent. I push his arm back. I dive in.

I tongue his pit a bit. He seems uncomfortable, but says nothing. I move back to his chest. His nipples are fantastic. I chew on them for a while. I move to his left. He lifts his arm to offer his pit. Good boy.

I get into that pit and I lick. I soak it with my spit. I chew. I nibble. I fucking worship it. The taste. The acrid smell. It’s fantastic. I move back over to his right pit to give it its proper due.

Buzz pushes on my shoulders. He’s enjoying this, but he’s here to get off. I drop to my knees. I pull open his workpants. The smell is intoxicating. Warm. Musky. Smells like a real man. I begin to salivate.

I yank down the front of Buzz’s tighty-whities. His thick cock falls out. He’s cut. Big, hairy balls. I examine it for a second in the dim light. Then, I swallow it. He gasps. I work the whole shaft. All in. All out. Sucking his whole dick. He lets out a low moan.

I concentrate on the head for a while. Rolling my tongue over the head. Licking it. Teasing it. I taste some precum. That inspires me to work harder on his cock. Buzz gasps and moans quietly.

I pull his underwear down more so I can really get at his balls. I stroke the shaft as I suck on each of his hairy nuts. I roll them around on my tongue. Pulling a bit. Sucking them. The musky taste is intoxicating.

Buzz grabs his dick and smacks my face. He wants me to suck him again. I take it back in my mouth. Long slow strokes up and down, followed by quick pumps. He grunts. His hips start to buck. He’s going to cum.

He grabs my head and pulls me onto his shaft. I reach around and grab his hairy ass. Buzz let’s out a guttural groan. I hold his cock in my throat as he pumps his load into me. Buzz thrusts his hips. His load continues to gush into my mouth. I stay there with him in me until he stops bucking. I pull off and swallow his spunk.

He pulls his pants up. Buzz grunts something—thanks?—as he puts his junk back in his drawers. I start to stand. Buzz walks off. No other words spoken between us. I wipe my mouth and smell his musky scent. My cock is rock hard.

I walk along the dim hallway. I’m surprised there are still a lot of guys here. It’s getting close to 12:30 and the place closes at 1:00pm. I continue walking. Lots of suits on their lunch hour.

Marcus is in the center room. Pants around his ankles. Sucking on some roughneck’s dick. Taking it bareback from another. I walk over and tussle his hair. He turns to look at me, cock still in his mouth. I can see the joy in his eyes. I ask the guys if he’s being a good boy. They don’t answer. The both keep pumping the whore in the suit. I move on.

There’s a younger, cute blue collar guy in the hall. Thick, but not heavy. Looks like he might have played football in high school. He’s kinda short. But I can see he’s got a solid body. He tries giving me a tough guy look. I give him a hard stare and he looks away. Not so tough.

I walk up and stare him down. He looks away. I grab his balls. He’s hard. I slide my hand down his pants. Not only is he hard, he’s dripping. I turn him around, so I’m behind him reaching around. I can dominate him.

With my other hand, I grab his ass. Bubbly. Soft, yet firm. I push my crotch into his ass. Football whispers “yes.” I move hand off his ass and around him. One hand still in his pants, the other caresses his chest through his shirt. I hug him tight and thrust into him. He whimpers.

I nibble very lightly on his neck. “Condom?” I whisper. He says front pocket as he throws his head back. I can’t resist and nibble more on his neck. A lot of these guys may not want to kiss. Football isn’t one of them.

I reach into Football’s front pocket. Magnum Condom. The guy has high hopes. Also a traveler lube packet. I love this kid. I’m aware of the time, so no foreplay. I just want to get to it. I tug on his belt. I tell him to drop his pants. I undo my belt and drop my suit pants. For a moment I think of fucking him through my boxers. I yank my cock out over the elastic band. Not sure why I don’t drop them all the way. I just don’t.

Condomed up, I lube up his ass. I finger it a bit. His ass is tight. I quickly add another finger. Not too tight. I tell him to lean forward. I squat down a bit. I rub my cock on Football’s crack. Just before I enter, I hear a voice say, “Fuck him hard”. I look around. Three guys are jacking it, watching us. I turn back to Football.

I lean forward and whisper, “You ready?” He nods.

I grab his waist and push in. Football moans under his breath. I move one hand to his shoulder and pull him back as I push forward. I go in deeper. He grunts hard. I think it hurts him. I keep pushing. I let out a heavy sigh as I push all in. “Oh, yeah…”

Football lets out what almost sounds like a sob. I think he’s trying to say something, but he can’t. I begin thrusting into him. I just want to nut in his ass. I start moving hard and fast. Grab his hips and thrust into his hole. All I’m thinking about is fucking until I cum. No reaching around. No worrying about his needs. His moans tell me he’s happy enough.

I’m close. I pull him back and begin bucking wildly. I whisper nasty shit into his ear. I tell him what a good fuck he is. How I want to nut in his hole. He says some shit. Mostly “porn quotes” (“Fuck my ass with your big cock” “Breed me” Shit like that). I reach down to feel Football’s cock. Some suck-boy is on his knees working hard to get him off.

I’m close. Some guy watching nuts. He yells out. Guys are commenting on my fucking. I close my eyes and start grunting loudly as I spill my seed into his tight ass. I call out that I’m cumming. I lose control and bang his ass wildly. I push him forward onto Suck-boy. Thrusting deeper. Dumping my load into his ass.

I stand there catching my breath. My cock still throbbing in Football’s hole. I rub his back through his shirt. He leans back. I pull him tight. Grabbing his chest and stomach. I whisper in his ear I want to see him cum.

Football grunts and gasps through his orgasm. He never yells out or says “I’m cumming.” He feeds the guy on his knees in front of him. His jizz dribbles from suck-boy’s mouth.

I pull out. I flick the condom onto the ground and pull up my pants. Football buttons up, too. Suck-boy stays kneeling, looking down. I put my hand on Suck-boy’s shoulder, “Good job.” Quick pat. I move on. Suck-boy mumbles a quiet “Thank you, sir”.

I make my way down the hall. Marcus is walking towards me. He looks satisfied. There’s jizz on his shirt. “That’s why I keep extras in my office”.

Not too many guys left. We walk through the hole in the wall and back into the office. The guy from the desk calls out for everyone to hurry on out. The guy at the front is sitting in a chair, ignoring us.

We walk out into the bright sunlight. Marcus and I walk down in the middle of the street.
A beat up truck drives slowly by. It’s Football. His window is down. I stop. He stops. He nods. I pull a business card from my suit pocket and toss it into the truck. He drives off. Marcus rolls his eyes.

We continue on. A guy in the open shop stops us. He wants to know what all these different guys are doing in the old warehouse. Marcus smiles with an instant response, “A.A. meeting.” The guy smiles and nods his head in approval. I’ve never been big on meetings, but this is one I could do again.