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Back to the Stuy Ish Gray
Chapter 1: I'm Back Baby!
I was excited! My two best friends, Vlad and Tristan, helped me move from my old apartment on the Lower East Side into the master bedroom of their place. Living on the fourth floor of a shitty walkup that was barely maintained always put a damper on my mood, and my sex life. Added with having a roommate that wouldn't leave me alone... It wasn't a happy home. Thankfully, my boys let me know the second their old roommate moved out. They wanted me to be happy, and to stop complaining about my hatred of the men in Manhattan.
I met Tristan eight years ago when I was a go-go dancer in Midtown. One night while having a smoke in between sets, this beautiful guy walked up to me and asked if he could bum a smoke. Usually when people saw me outside the club, they avoided making eye contact once they saw that the only clothing I had on were my undies, sneakers, and maybe a shirt (it was summer!). That is, unless they were trying to flirt their way into the club; which always failed with me. But Tristan? Nah! The dude was bold. After one look at the 6ft tall light skinned man with a builder's physique and well maintained cornrows, smiling at me, I was hooked. I gave him a cig, lit it for him, and listened to him go on about how much he needed a night out. He'd just broken up with his controlling ex the day before. After a while, I told him that I had to get back to dancing, but something told me to find him on my next break; which I did. He tried to tip me at one point, but I told him to buy me a drink instead. That's when we started talking, and became best friends.
I met Vlad five years ago at a sex party that I was paid to attend. I went in at 10pm to meet the party promoters and host, and to see the set up; knowing that the party didn't start until after 11:30pm. After helping the team finish with the bar, I went into the bathroom to take a quick cool shower and change into my jock. While I was drying off this 5'7 white dude with a curly fro walked in. He instantly apologized once he noticed me. After reassuring that it was okay for him to use the bathroom while I got ready, we started talking. He was one of the promoters for the party, but arrived late due to his day job. Throughout the night we talked, laughed, and fucked each other multiple times. Afterwards, we exchanged numbers and became great friends.
To be honest... I've had sex with most of my guy friends.
I'm not a drop dead bombshell; nor am I an egotistical fuckboi. I'm just Ishmael. I'm 29, have dark brown skin, stand 6ft tall, 150 lbs, slim body but not too skinny. I have shoulder length locs, a few tattoos, and an 8 inch dick. I'm not a "hottie", but I'm definitely cute enough to turn a couple of heads when walking down the street. And... I'm a slutty vers/bottom who's not ashamed of how slutty I am. And after three years of living outside of the city, and another living in that shitty apartment, I was glad to be back in my favourite place to be a slut... Bed Stuy.
The apartment was on the second floor of a post-war building, and had a typical American family setup; three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a kitchen and living room with an "open concept". I had my own ensuite bathroom (the one with the full sized tub), while Tristan and Vlad shared the other bathroom with a walk-in shower. It was a full sized apartment, with a fire escape and roof access. I was so happy to not only be living with my best friends, but in a place that I actually liked.
After setting up my bed, and putting some clothes away, the guys suggested that we go to our favourite spot for pizza to celebrate. While ordering, I decided to check out the waiter. He was about 5'10, slim bodied, with olive complexion skin, and spoke in an Italian accent. I couldn't stop staring at him, and had to force myself to order my beer. When he came back with our drinks, he winked at me; when he brought out our food, he made sure to bend in a way that his ass was facing my direction.
The guys noticed this right away, and knew what was going to happen. They even teased me about it.
When the waiter came back to our table to check on us after we finished eating, I asked where the bathroom was. I'd been to the restaurant countless times, I just wanted to make it clear that's where I was headed. After he left our table, I told the guys I'd meet them at our usual bar, put down my share of the check, then walked towards the bathroom. It was situated in a small hallway with four doors. Three were single use stalls, and one was marked "employees only". As I turned the corner to walk to a stall, I saw the waiter washing his hands in one of the sinks that were at the end of the hall. Through the mirror, he looked directly into my eyes. I stopped at the door closest to him, then nudged my head towards it to signal him to follow me. I walked into the small stall, and waited.
Fifteen seconds later, he came in.
"I've got ten minutes," he said as he locked the door. "More than enough," I responded. I already knew that it was only gonna be a quickie.
I pushed him against the wall, then turned him around. He gasped at my roughness. I reached in front of him to undo his pants under his apron, then pulled them down to his knees. Once I saw his cute little bubble of an ass, I licked my lips. I started to kiss each cheek lightly, before I spread them revealing a very hairy trench. His hole was surrounded by beautiful light brown curly hair, and looser than I expected it to be. Seeing this, I dove in.
I licked up and down, getting a taste of him. Kissed his hole as if it were a boyfriend who just returned home from a trip out of town. Then, ultimately I started to make out with it. He tasted good. Clean, yet sweaty from waiting tables. The hairy trench, and smooth butt, felt good on my palms and fingers. I wanted to spend hours exploring it. Tasting him. Tasting whoever opened him this much. But I knew I only had ten minutes. His heavy breathing, and stifled moans, reminded me of the time constraint. Every time I would slightly pull my tongue out of his hole, he'd whimper; as if he was afraid that I'd stop. Which we both knew that I had to.
I stood behind him, and simply told him to turn around. When he did, we both looked down at my dick that I was slowly jacking off and playing with. I'd taken it out during the 5 minutes (roughly) that I was eating him out. Without a word or direction, he dropped to his knees and took about 6.5 inches into his mouth. He bobbed up and down while attempting to balance himself in a squatting position. I felt his tongue flicking the underside of my dick. Dude knew how to suck dick; but wasn't going to try deep throating it. He knew that we only had a few minutes left, and wanted what he came into the stall for... my nut.
He started bobbing faster, using his right hand to jack my shaft. Then added force to both his mouth and hand, attempting to vacuum out my cum. The more he did it, the closer I got. And just when I was about to nut, I held onto the back of his head with my right hand, and used my left hand to stifle my moan. I felt my two day load blast into his mouth. Shot after shot, he swallowed while still squatting in front of me. When he stood, he kissed me, letting me taste the remaining cum that he still had in his mouth.
"Hope you like the service," he said coyly as he pulled away. "Fucking amazing," I smiled at him. "Definitely coming back." I told him as we started to get dressed. "I aim to please," he responded.
After dressing, he went out of the stall first. Once I heard him washing his hands at the sink again, I poked my head out of the door to see that the coast was clear. I washed my hands, checked myself in the mirror, and winked at him before turning to leave.
The Brooklyn summer heat felt different as I walked out of the restaurant. The sun was brighter, the air didn't feel as muggy. Dumping that two day load down the throat of a cute waiter definitely helped clear my head. I giggled at myself as I bopped to the music in my headset walking along Halsey Street to meet the guys at the bar. "I miss this" I thought, remembering just how many times I used to do this same routine after a hookup years ago when I was still living in my family's basement apartment. The slut of the Stuy was truly ready to be a pig again.
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