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P. Toombs
Convenience Store Pickup
It was Friday, I just left work, it was a long stressful week, and I was so looking forward to the weekend. I was planning a weekend of relaxation, semi-seclusion, movies and nakedness. There was one thing missing from that equation that would make the weekend perfect - someone to share it with.
Oh, did I mention I was horny as hell?
My name is Mark, I'm 40 years old, black hair, blue eyes, closely shaved hair (not completely bald) six feet tall with a medium build. I'm not obviously gay, I don't try to hide it, but everyone around me knows and it has never bothered anyone. I like all types of guys, but my one weakness is black men.
So I was thinking - who and where could I meet someone to hang out with this weekend? I was thinking along the lines of a fantasy sex weekend with some random black man. It never takes me long to get to know someone and size them up, besides I could take care of myself if there was any indication of trouble. Mama didn't raise no dummy.
I drove toward a convenience store where I had often seen black men standing outside asking for change. Most of them were good looking, maybe in need of a shower, but I could tell they would clean up well. As I passed the store on the corner of 3rd and Spring St. I saw no one standing outside, and I continued to drive several blocks more to the next store located on Spring St. and 8th. Bingo!
Outside the store were a couple of men standing not far from the entrance. I circled around the block and entered the driveway to park. There were two men standing there. They were not talking and it didn't appear they knew each other. One of the men was a nice looking white guy, the other a nice looking black man. Both the men appeared to be in their early 30s.
When I was sure the men spotted me, I got out of my car and proceeded to the store entrance. The black guy asked if I could help him get a beer. I asked what kind he was drinking and entered the store. I purchased six 24oz. beers. All the beers were the brand that he requested. I handed him a beer on the way out and said, "Here ya go dude, what are you up to tonight?"
"Just looking for someplace to have a good time," he replied.
"Me too," I said, "Hey, you're sure welcome to kick it at my place if you want."
"Let's go," he said without any hesitation at all.
Once in the car I introduced myself and gave him the low down on me and where I lived. I told him that my place was private and comfortable and he could kick back without any interruptions or concerns of anyone coming over.
He told me about himself. His name was Anthony. He was 34 years of age, single and living with his older sister and her family. He couldn't wait to move out, because there was absolutely no privacy. So this was a nice opportunity to get away.
I told Anthony he was welcome to stay the weekend, if he felt comfortable. We were almost at my place and I said, "There's probably something I should tell you. I'm gay. I hope that doesn't bother you."
Anthony said, "That's cool with me, I kinda thought you might be, but I wasn't sure. I'm open minded."
That could mean a lot of things, I thought to myself.
By the time we pulled up to my house, the sun had set. I picked up the beer, he grabbed a small backpack that he was toting. He followed me to the door and I welcomed him inside. I went first to the kitchen, cracked us each a beer and put the rest in the fridge.
I gave him a quick tour - showed him the living room, the den (where I tend to spend all my time), the guest bathroom, my room and it's bathroom.
"Nice place," he said, "can I take a shower?"
"Sure thing." I gave him a towel, and asked if he needed a t-shirt or shorts.
"That would be great man, thank you."
I went to the den and made sure everything was cozy and convenient. The hand towels were where I could reach them. The Vaseline was discreetly placed within arms reach. All kinds of porn were available for viewing. Poppers were there, just in case. I also had some weed if the occasion arose. I didn't want to seem to forward, but since I was a boy scout I was always prepared.
I changed into my shorts, a t-shirt and socks. I was very comfortable. I had the big screen on and was awaiting his arrival from the bathroom. I finally heard the bathroom door open and I said, "I'm in the den." Anthony was dressed the same. He looked refreshed, relaxed and sexy as hell.
Now that I've had a good look at him, let me describe him more closely. He had dark smooth skin, and cleanly shaved head with a goatee and moustache like mine. He was about 6'2", slender and long hairy legs. I couldn't tell what he was packing, but I really didn't care, the rest of the package looked good enough to eat.
We made small talk for about half an hour, when he asked if I minded if he lit up a joint. I told him it was ok. He lit up, took a long toke and passed it to me. I took a hit and then proceeded to cough for two minutes.
Anthony asked if I was ok.
"Yeah, that's just what I do, I'm a lightweight."
I got two more beers from the kitchen and sat back down on the couch, just a few feet from him like before.
"Wow, that's some good shit." We each took another hit. Anthony finished it off.
"This shit makes me horny," Anthony said in a sexy voice. "You got any porn?"
Since I was prepared, I just pressed PLAY on the DVD player. I already had some straight porn ready. It was black guys fucking a variety of cock hungry women.
A minute into the video, I could see him grabbing at his cock from the corner of my eye. I was doing the same. I looked over and asked if I could get him anything. His hand was wrapped firmly around his nice hard pole. I was so turned on and did not attempt to hide my raging erection. I reached through my shorts, pulled out my dick and started to stroke.
"Hope this don't bother you."
"No it's cool." And he pulled his out as well.
After another minute I slid my shorts off.
Anthony did the same.
I couldn't help but stare. Anthony's cock stood straight up like a steel pole with one big vein that snaked its way to the top. It was probably about 7.5 inches and uncircumcised, although you couldn't tell at the moment because it was stretched out. Anthony had a beautiful set of hairy legs, with thighs that nicely framed his crotch, and a nice set of low hanging fully plumped dark balls.
I looked toward the scene on the TV as I pulled off my t-shirt. The girl on the screen was getting plowed in the ass by a huge black dick (way too big if you ask me) and sucking down the head of another black mamba.
I looked back at Anthony. He pulled his t-shirt off as well. Now we were both just sitting there stroking our dicks in only our socks.
Fucking hot!
A few minutes went by. We commented on the video. She looks like she's enjoying the shit outta that, was one of his comments. I agreed.
I asked Anthony if he ever fucked a chick in the ass, as I placed the open jar of Vaseline between us on the couch. He said he hadn't. I put some Vaseline on my cock and slowed the pace of jacking off - squeezing my dick firmly and stretching it from the base to the head. It felt so good. I was especially aroused and sensitive watching the video and this fine stud sitting next to me using the Vaseline as well.
I could probably cum at any moment. We continued to jack off for a few minutes more when suddenly Anthony's legs stiffened, his body tensed up and a stream of cum shot up from his piss slit. It shot all over his chest and was followed by several more shots. His body continued to jerk. It was hot seeing him shoot his jizz. He let out several muffled groans.
I started to dump my load immediately - I moaned intensely as globs of my sperm started to run down my fist onto my balls. I could see Anthony watching me as I released my white stuff.
A few moments went by and I said, "Damn, that was good, what about you?"
"Hell yes," Anthony said, "I needed that one."
I tossed him a towel.
So I told Anthony, "You're welcome to stay the weekend if you like, if you're comfortable and all that, I would enjoy the company, no strings attached, just hanging out together and whatever happens, happens."
"Sounds cool to me," he said. "I'm up for it. I could sure use a little nap if that's cool."
"Yeah, you can sleep on the couch or on my bed. My bed is big and very comfortable. I promise I'll let you sleep."
I led him into the bedroom where we both lay on the bed and fell asleep.
To be continued.
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