Fundamental Principals II By Sin Titulo
By morning, the three of us had worn ourselves out, and we slept together until four in the afternoon. Allen, the Rev, called his wife and told her he was taking his sick friend into Atlanta to see a specialist. Whether or not she believed him didn't seem to matter. Bill of course was on leave of absence, and I had essentially been fired. We took the Rev's car because it was the biggest. He drove an older model Chrystler with a "God is my Co Pilot " decal across the back window in Olde English Script.
I bought the Journal Constitution, at the gas station before we hit the highway, and spent the time in the back seat, looking for cheap apartments. Bill reccomended I keep Little Five Points area in mind, and I found several listed there that sounded good. Once I had circled them, Bill took the list, and using his cell phone, started making appointments in the evening for us to see them. By the time we rolled into the suburbs, we had three to see.
I liked the second one best, and after we had looked at the third one, we went back to give the landlords, a young gay couple my check for first and last month's rent, and a damage fee, they said would be returnable, if it wasn't needed to make repairs when I moved out. They gave me a year's lease, and we shook on it. I liked them both, Lonny, the taller of the two was thin as a rail, but handsome as a young Clint Eastwood. His lover Gail, was a head shorter, but funny as all get out. He told me his mother had always wanted a girl, hence Gail as a name. Lonny laughed and commented that she had actually gotten her wish if only in name and sexuality.
"Gail is a slut for big dicks up the ass. We'll divorce over it one day if he doesn't get it under some kind of control." GaiL pushed Lonny's chest, and winked at the three of us.
"Lord knows with Lonny's equipment, I've got to look elsewhere for satisfaction. His little weiner wouldn't satisfy a horsefly." He laughed out loud, and slapped Gail on the back.
Bill asked the guys if they had a restaurant they could reccomend in the neighborhood. We hadn't eaten anything but cum in more hours than we could remember.
Lonny liked a place called the Blue Moon, while Gail favored a balck barbeque joint on Peachtree. We flipped a coin, and the Peachtree joint won. The smell of tender, spicy, slow roasted, meat and sauce permeated the air as we pulled into the parking lot of the place. Basically it was just a stand, with a few brown paper coverd plastic tables with plastic chairs situated around out on the grounds of the parking lot.
"What a dump," the Rev opined.
"But it smells like a little bit of heaven." Bill was already getting out.
"Indeed it does," the Rev said, getting out from behind the wheel. I slid out, and we all took seats around the only free table. We were the only whites in the place, but it didn't seem to bother any of the other customers. The waitress, a large black woman with red hair, sauntered over and asked us if we were drinking. We all ordered beer, and when she had brought them, she reccomended the pork ribs with a side of potato salad and fried okra.
"After, I'll bring you boys a bowl of banana puddin,"
she grinned. "It come wid th'meal. An'you folks gonna bust a gut." She laughed, and headed to the kitchen. We ate all the barbque ambrosia, and were sitting around burping and sighing when she brought out three bowls the size of half a basketball filled with pudding. We all groaned, but dived in with the spoons she handed us from her shirt pocket. We asked her what her name was and she said it was Hattie, and that this was her place. She was proud of the food, and beamed when we told her how much we had enjoyed it. We couldn't finish the pudding, but left her a nice tip when we left, promising to be back again after I moved into the neighborhood.
I didn't know much about the city, so Bill asked the Rev to let him drive, and he gave us a tour. It was getting onto nine o-clock at night, and as we drove through the downtown towers, the city looked abandoned. Except for a few wandering homeless people every thing was closed and silent. We rolled past headquarter buildings for Delta Airlines, BellSouth, Wall-Mart and CNN. There were others, but I finally couldn't remeber them all. Bill pointed out the building where he worked when he did, and I was impressed.
He drove us around the Buckhead section, and showed us all the expensive shops. The homes in the area were large and rich looking. He pointed out Elton John's house, and the Governor's mansion, but he told us that the real money in Atlanta was in Jonesborough and Newman districts. He made a swing through them, and it looked like a trip into the old South with mansions with columned porticoes and moss hung magnolia trees. The smell of blooming magnolias was strong as the mature trees of the neighborhoods were all in bloom.
He took us to Virginia Highlands, to show us his old house. He'd sold it for half a fortune he said, to some guy starting up a new computer software company. He was glad to get out of the neighborhood, nice as it was, because he felt he didn't have the privacy he wanted there. The neighbors were constantly after him to contribute to this or that mostly to pay for private police to protect their property against the high crime rates. He had paid for a while, but realized it was accomplishing nothing, and stopped his participation. "That," he said, precipitated a rash of late night phone calls of a threatening nature. He decided he'd had enough, and ordered his house painted bright purple with lime green trim, hoping it would desuade the neighbors from bothering him, but the night he came home from the bars to find a little wooden cross burning on his front lawn, he threw in the towel, sold it to the first buyer that came along, and bought the condo where he'd taken me to in my neck of the woods. He said he still didn't know if the cross burning was because of the purple paint or that somebody had found out he was a fag.
Bill stopped in his favorite hangout, the Fadó, and bought us all a round of Guinness. I'd never tasted anything like the black foamy liquid, and he told me not to ever buy it in cans, because it just wasn't the same stuff that came out of a real tapped keg. "Fadó," he said was one of the very few places outside the British Isles where Guinness could be had on tap.
Atlanta undergound was closing when we rolled by it, but Bill said it was a great place to investigate. I made a mental note. Last place he took us was a drive through Olympic Park, where the '96 Summer Olympics had been staged. I remembered the bomb that had gone off, and all the rigamarole it caused for the FBI. Bill pointed out some areas of the park where men often could be found looking for sex. He told us he had had a few good times with guys he'd met there, which is why he was hanging out in the park back home where Allen, the Rev, found him.
When the tour was over, Bill gave up the driveing, and turned the car back to Allen to take us to his favorite gay bar. He had been itching to show us the place all night, "But," he said. "It doesn't really get rolling until after eleven. The clock on his dashboard was showing twelve minutes after when he pulled us into the parking lot of the Purple Haze. The music was loud, pouring out of the open door, and the deep base was vibrating in our chests as we climbed the crumbling concrete steps to the black painted building outlined in purple neon. There were several dozen cars parked around the lot and here and there men leaning against them talking, smoking and drinking beer. Obviously, the air inside was too thick to breathe for long.
Allen led the way in, and took us to the bar immediately. He ordered beer for all of us, and then turned to look around the crowded room. He began to indicate men, that he'd hooked up with in the crowd, and those he could remember he described in detail incase either of us wanted to give one a try. The bartender set the three bottles on the bar in front of us, and Allen paid him. Taking our bottles, he led us into the back room he liked so much. I was blind in the total darkness of the room, and quickly bumped into someone crouched in the darkness. I stumbled, and put my hand out and realized I had placed it on the naked shoulder of a well muscled man. I left it there, feeling him moving rythemicly under my palm. It took me a moment, but soon enough I realized he was sucking a cock belonging to another man standing in the darkness.
Allen pulled me aside and told me that if I wanted to play, there was a checkin counter in the back where I could check my clothes and they would be safe. Bill was already nowhere to be found, but then even though my eyes had adjusted somewhat to the dim purple haze that passed for light in the large room, I couldn't see him anywhere. I followed Allen to the rear of the room, and found a cubical with a checkin window. The man standing behind the desk, was fully clothed, but had a nice musclular body exhibited in a tight white t shirt, that was glowing irridecent in the dim purple light.
Allen paid for a large locker, and told me we could share it since he was driving and we'd all be leaving together anyway. The stripping room was to the side of the check in counter, and there was more light there but not much. A toilet in one corner was open to the room, and there were small closets arrainged around the perimeter where we took our clothes off. Allen advised me to keep my shoes on as the floors were likely to be sticky. I noticed he was already half hard when he stepped out of his closet with his clothes neatly folded in his hands. I quickly joined him, and we returned to the checkin counter and gave our clothes to the hunk in the tshirt.
"Unfortunately," Allen said, noticing how I was eyeing the check in man. "The staff are off limits until after closing time, which is four AM." He took my hand, and led me back into the purple haze and once he let go of me, we were quickly separated. I stood for a minute letting my eyes readjust to the dim light, and gradually I began to see men all over the room. The smell of sex and some strange chemical that made my head buzz filled my nostrils. I bagan to wander a little, stopping here and there to watch the action that was hot and heavy all around me.
Suddenly, out of the blackness, Bill emerged with a bottle of beer for me. "Relax kid. Drink this and go have some fun." I took the bottle, and he was gone again. I took a swallow, and felt a hand touch my chest and trail down over my stomach to grope my cock and testicals. I stood there and let it happen. I could barely make out the man in the haze. He was about my height, and thin like me. He hadn't spent any more time in a gym than I had. He looked about my age as well. I felt myself responding to his touch, and sighed a little sigh. He leaned over to my ear, and shouted over the din of music.
"Want to come to my crib?" I had no idea what he had asked, but decided to go along.
"Yeah!" he kissed my cheek, and took me by the cock, and pulled me across the room to a door I hadn't noticed the first trip around the room. Inside, the music was less loud, and I could hear the sounds of men moaning and groaning. The smell of sex I had quickly learned to identify, filled my nostrils. I breathed deeply. The light was a little better here, and not purple, but red. I could see my partner was indeed my age, and not at all hard on the eyes. He led the way to another door in a long hall of doors from beind which the moaning and groaning was coming. He unlocked the door to his crib, and once inside, he turned to me and kissed me on the mouth. It was my first man to man kiss. I felt us both getting hard. He slammed the door, and turned the lock for privacy, and then pulled me to the small bed built high off the floor.
"What are you into?" He spoke in a normal tone, and I looked at him blankly. "Top or bottom?" My blank stare must have surprised him. "Not kink surly. . ." his drawl was sweet and syrupy.
"What are you talking about?" Obviously, Allen and Bill hadn't explained very much to me.
"Do you take or give?" I shrugged. "Personally, I like to take it. But if the need arrises, I'm versitle." I must have looked blank again. "Honey, are you a virgin?"
"Not since day before yesterday." I shrugged again.
"Oh my lord!" He slipped off the bed, and stood in front of me. "You mean you don't know what I'm asking?"
"That's right. My first time with anybody was day before yesterday afternoon. I met Bill, and then we got together with the Reverend last night, and did a bunch of stuff together."
"The Reverend?" He looked at me in disbelief. You mean you've been fucking a preacher?"
"Southern Baptist. He heads our church where I live." I caught myself. "Where I used to live. I just rented an apartment in Little Five Points this evening. I'll be moving in this weekend after I break up with my girl."
"Oh my lord!" He put both his hands to the sides of his face and made a mock look of horror. "Honey, I've just got to have you before you go out into the big world. Do you mind?" I shook my head, and he smiled.
He pushed me back onto the bed, and then crawled up beside me. There were no pillows in the room, but it didn't matter. I didn't think we would be doing much sleeping. He kissed me again, and began fondling my cock and balls. I responded to his light touch, and in no time at all, I was hard and proud. He broke the kiss, and worked his way down over my chest, pausing to suck both my nipples for a bit before licking his way on down to my balls. He sucked them both for a good period of time, all the while lightly stroking my shaft. I told him I felt like I might be getting close, and he sighed and stopped what he was doing.
"I wouldn't want you to cum too soon sugar." He drawled. "You want to play with me a little?" He leaned against the wall of the crib, and spread his legs. His nice cock was hard as mine, and a little longer. It was as thick as a big banana, and curved like one too. I took it in my hand and began to try to immitate his soft touch. I liked what he'd done to me, and figured a little of the same was in order for him. I licked and sucked his nipples a little, then worked my way to his balls. He sighed when I took them into my mouth one at a time, and I knew I was giving him pleasure. He raised his legs up and held them out of the way with his arms crooked behind his knees.
"Rim me a little honey. Get m hole ready for your big hard cock." I knew what he was asking from experiencing it with Allen and Bill. I let his balls slip out of my mouth, and slid my tongue south. His tight little pucker had been cleaned well. I think he'd spread something sweet around it because it tasted like honey to me. I rolled my tongue and tried to penetrate him like Allen had done to me. He moaned. "Get me good and wet honey. I'm a screamer unless I'm wet." He went back to moaning as I went back to tonguing his hole.
"You still hard baby?" He put his hand on my head, and I looked up into his eyes and nodded. "Then put that big hard thing in me sugar, and go to town." I stood up, my face wet and sticky with spit. His hole and my cock were at the same height, and I pulled his hips to the edge of the bed, and fucked myself into him."
"Oh my lord! You don't pussyfoot around; do you sugar?" I was buried to my ball sack in his hot little hole. I leaned over him, and he raised himself up on his elbows, and we kissed again our tongues clashing and sucking. "Fuck me baby, and do it hard."
I began to pump him up, using long steady strokes. I felt his bowels loosening up as I probed him. He tightened his ass muscles around me and the tightness was sensational. I grunted, and warned him that it would make me cum too fast if he didn't stop. He released his grip on my shaft with his muscle ring, and it turned to a slick and oily feeling. I fucked him smoothly, with his moans getting louder with each stroke.
I don't know how long we were at it, but by the time I was ready to cum, he was groaning and shouting "Oh my lord", at the top of his lungs. I suddenly felt a hot splash of cum across my chest, and opened my eyes in time to see him shoot another rope of jism out of his cock at my face. The string caught on my cheek, and hung there thick and creamy. I felt him tighten his ring again, and I was suddenly filling his bowels with my own cum. He let out a scream of ecstacy, and then we both collapsed in a heap. The room around us errupted in applause and cat calls. Somebody shouted,
"I'm next!" And the crowd started laughing uproarusly.
We lay there for a moment, until I felt him stir. He raised himself up, and began licking the still warm string of his cum off my cheek. When he had cleaned me, he leaned up and kissed me the taste of his cum in my mouth and his at the same time. We broke apart, and he sat up on the edge of the bed. He patted a place beside him and I sat down. He put an arm around my neck, and pulled my head onto his shoulder.
"Honey, I'd like to get to know you better than just one fuck. Where did you say you rented an apartment? I'll come help you move in this weekend."
"Little Five Points."
"Ooh. That's so trendy. I have an artist friend who lives down there. I'll introduce you to him. He's gonna love you hon. I live in the north, Marietta to be exact, but I get down there as often as I can. I just know we can become good friends. Don't you think?" I smiled. This might be an easier move than I first thought.
"How will I get in touch with you?"
"Oh hon, I wouldn't let you leave here if I didn't have that all figured out. You wait right here, and I'll be right back. By the way baby. What is your name? I'm Holly, to my good friends, but Gerald to my associates." I told him my name, and he pecked me on the cheek, and was out the door in a flash. I sat there in the dim light, and noticed that nude men, some with towels wrapped around their waists, were walking up and down the hallway looking into the crib.
Several were standing for a moment to stare. One finally stepped into the room, and asked me point blank if it was me that had just fucked Holly. I grinned, and he smiled.
"I haven't seen you here before." He sat on the bed next to me, and I could see a large thick piece of meat under his towel wrap.
"I haven't been here before tonight."
"Well, you obviously gave Holly a ride for her money from the sound of it."
"Oh, she, uh, I mean he, didn't pay me anything."
"I know that son. It's just a figure of speach. Say, I'm throwing a little get together this weekend at my place in Buckhead, and I'd be delighted to have you drop around. It'll be dinner, drinks, and a little fun.
"I'm moving this weekend, and I could be late. I'll probably have a few friends helping me."
"Really. Well are they into what you're into?" I nodded.
"Then bring them along. It starts with dinner at eight, and goes until the cows cum." He chuckled at his little joke, and stood to leave the crib.
"How will I know how to get to your place?"
"Holly knows. Bring her along." He slipped out the door and was gone in the shuffle of men moving up and down the hall. A moment later, Holly returned, and handed me a card. I held it up to the best light and saw it said "Holly's Floral Designs", beneith that in script it said "for all occassions happy or sad", It also had her home number scrawled in red ink on the back.
"Try me at both numbers sugar. I'm usually at one or the other. I live above my shop." I told her about the man who had invited us to the party, and she squealed. "That's Buford sugar. Richer than Midas, and queer as a three dollar bill, bit he's a good man to know here in Atlanta. He's got pull if you know what I mean."
"No. What does it mean?"
"It means he can make things happen just like that." He snapped his fingers.
"Like what?"
"Like what? Like money honey. He is one connected dude. Highest circles of society, and all he needs to get something going is a phone call or two."
"Aw, come on. Nobody's that powerful."
"You wanna bet sugar. What do you need the most right now?" I thought about it for a moment.
"Probably a job. I mean I have some money saved up, but this move is going to cost me a big chunk of it. Yeah, a job is what I need most."
"Let me go find Buford again. I'll just be a minute." True to her word, Holly was back in a moment with Buford in tow. She had already explained the situation as she understood it to him.
"What are you qualified to do son?" I told them about the job mixing paint colors at the hardware store, and that people thought I was pretty good at it. He listened, and then told me to call him the next day, and taking Holly's card, he pulled a pen from somewhere, and wrote a number on it.
"Wait until about noon, 'cause after tonight, I'm gonna sleep in." We shook hands, and he left the crib. Holly hugged me around the neck.
"No tellin' what he'll have lined up for you sugar. He always comes through for his friends. Buford's good people. Now, I'm gonna shoo you out 'cause I like a variety in my sex life. Sorry to say, but you have become a been there done that for me tonight. You go on and find something else to play with. There's lots to choose from." He pushed me off the bed, and out of the door.
I found my way through the wandering men to what I thought was the door we had come through to get to Holly's crib. I pushed through it, and the purple haze was there. My eyes had to adjust again, and so I stood still listening to the sounds of activity all around me. To my right, I could hear the unmistakeable sounds of someone getting fucked. The slapping of skin on skin was distinct. I moved in that direction as my eyes accomodated the dimness, and found myself watching a large black man who was almost invisible in the dark plowing his big member into the Rev's ass. Allen was bent over a barrel and appeared to have his hands and feet tied to metal rings in the floor with thin cotton ropes. His swollen cock was pulled down between his legs, and looked like it had been bound tightly with a leather thong. He was dark in the face with blood, but the look of him was one of ecstacy. I stepped closer, and ran a hand over his sweaty back.
"Give me you cock boy. I need to suck." He gasped these words out, but I wasn't feeling like having sex again just yet. I sidled away into the dark. I don't even think he knew it was me. I stumbled over a man laying full out on the floor, and landed on my knees painfully. He reached out and caught me before I landed on top of him. He held my neck, and his free hand quickly groped between my legs. I felt him as well, and found his large cock was bound like the Rev's had been. For some reason, this turned me off, and I pushed myself up with him pulling and grasping at me. I looked down at his face, and realized he was wearing a mask of some sort, that had a large funnel where his mouth should be. I wondered what it meant, but as I stood there, another man walked up, and without ceremony of any kind, began pissing into the funnel. The man on the floor, moaned and gurggled, trying to swallow the hot piss. It grossed me out, and I staggered back into the arms of another man in the darkness. He wrapped his arms tightly around my chest, and held on for all he was worth. I could feel a large hard cock pressing between my butt cheeks, and he humped me a little before asking if I wanted to go to his crib. I reached behind me and took hold of his big dick. He was larger than either Bill or Allen, and it thrilled me to imagine I might be able to accomodate him in my hole.
"Don't worry," he said. "I always come prepared. I have plenty of lube for that little tight place you've got. I had a fleeting impression I'd heard the voice before, but couldn't place it. He led me out of the purple haze into the hall of cribs. In the better light, I realized the man was Buford. He saw me in the light, and grinned.
We made our way to a crib that was appointed with a sink and a TV. The TV was playing a video of a large cock fucking an asshole in closeup. Obviously, money could buy better accomodations at the Purple Haze. The bed was larger, and had pillows, but it was also built up high off the floor. The floor however, in this crib, was carpeted. A small refrigerator under the edge of the bed, was stocked I found out when he offered wth cold beer. I took it from him, and he took one for himself and shut the fridge door.
"You don't strike me as knowing a lot about what goes on here John."
"I don't sir. This is my first time here, and I was a virgin until day before yesterday."
"Really?" It was the same reaction Holly had had. "Well, from the sound of the fuck you threw into Holly, you're way out of the gate and in the lead. A winner for sure. By the way, call me Buford. All my friends do, and I think we are going to be good friends."
We drank our beer, and watched the video. When the fucker pulled his dick out of the asshole Buford nudged me and told me to catch the cum shot. The camera was in extream closeup on the swollen cock head, and the piss slit opened like a mini mouth, and a gush of white cum exploded onto the lens. Before the cock finished shooting on the screen, the lens was completely obscured with thick white jism.
"Like that?" Buford put his hand on my naked leg. I nodded, and took a swallow of beer. "That was me. That cum shot cost me an new lens for my camera. I couldn't get the funky stuff off with anything, and it finally ate through the protective covering they put on at the factory. But it was worth it eh. A hot scene." It was, and my cock was hard to prove it. Buford was a bit thicker as well, and I could see that once fully hard his cock would be a monster. The head alone was the size of my fist, and the thing wasn't totally hard yet.
"How big is it?" I was beginning to worry.
"If I told you it would just scare you. You just have to believe I've never hurt anyone with it, and don't intend starting with you. I'll take care to make you ready before it ever gets near your butt.
"How?"
"Basically, I use Crisco. It's very slick, and after I work it into you, you will be able to take a telephone pole if you want. Shall we get started?" I swallowed another mouthful of beer, and he laid me back on the bed. He remained standing on the carpeted floor, with his body between my spread legs. He played with my hardness for a bit, taking it into his mouth a few times, licking Holly's juices off with his tongue. "That Holly," he said finally smackinng his lips. "Is one sweet girl. Her pussy juice tastes like Tupelo honey."
He produced a can of Crisco from somewhere, and pried the plastic lid off with his teeth. He asked me to roll over on my stomach, and put my head on my arms. I did, and when I was comfortable, he dipped a finger in the white grease, and ran it up and down my butt crack, smearing the stuff all over me. It felt cool at first, but as he massaged my cheeks with his strong hands, it warmed quickly. I looked back, and saw the white stuff spread in a thin film over my butt. He dipped his finger in again, and this time pushed it into my hole.
I relaxed and let him work on me. His finger was acting like a small cock, pushing in and pulling out again. It never left my passage until the grease was firmly packed inside and my ring had loosened some. The next level was two fingers. They went in easily, and he soon had my hole so loose, that I didn't realize he had inserted a third finger.
"We're almost there sport. One more to go, then you get little Buford up your behind. He added a bit more of the grease, and worked his fourth finger into me. I was groaning with the pressure now, but I liked the feeling. "Ready, set, here we go." I felt him pull his hand out of me, and then for a second, nothing. I felt empty. The head of his cock slipped down my crack from the top, and I looked to see him jacking himself to achieve his maximum hardness. He found my entrance, and pushed a little. My sphincter gave some, and he pushed a little harder. I grunted in the effort to let him inside.
When the head slipped past my resistance, he sighed heavily, and we both rested a moment. "Worst is over son," he said in a soft voice. He pushed again, and I felt suddenly like I had to dump. I pushed back, and suddenly felt like the dump I needed to do had reversed itself and was moving the wrong way in my bowels. He was filling me with his hard flesh spike, and I was taking it without pain of any kind. I felt it was getting hard to breathe, and realized I had stopped trying, holding my breath in anticipation. My body had brokn out in a sweat all over, and my cock had deflated completely. After a moment of struggling for air, I took a deep breath, and my insides relaxed.
I lay still, and could feel his big shaft pulsing in my guts.
"You feel me son?" I nodded, still sucking air heavily to get a breath.
"Yeah, I feel you throbbing inside me." I was gasping the words out.
"That's my heart beat you feel. It makes my cock throb like that. I've even had a few guys cum just from that while I just soaked in their ass juices. You want to do that?"
"No sir. I want to feel the whole thing moving and cumming in me."
"That's what I like to hear. Nothing like a good fuck I always say. You ready?!
"Yes sir." I grunted it out, and sucked in another breath of air.
"Don't worry, it gets better and easier or so they say." He pulled back on his shaft a little, and some of him came free of my hole. He hesitated a second and the pushed back into me. I groaned. He repeted the movemnet, withdrawing a little more of himself the second time. When he pushed back, I felt pressure give way inside me, and he slid home easily. Man, I could live with this dick in my guts every day for the rest of my life. I was in heaven. I closed my eyes, and just let him do his thing. Before I knew it, he was fucking my hole like he'd fucked the hole in he video.
He seemed to have a hard time getting to his climax, or he had phenominal control. He fucked me for what felt like an hour before he announced he was going to cum, and asked me if I wanted it in the butt or in the mouth. I chose my mouth, and he pulled out of me, and pulled me up to take the massive swollen head in my mouth just as the first squirt erupted from him. He groaned, and I swallowed. He jerked his meat with his fist, and I wrapped a fist around his monster as well, and we jerked the next shot out together. He dropped his hand to his side, and I continued to jerk and suck his shots into my throat. The man must have had nuts like milkcans. I think I took twelve loads of his cream before he finally sighed, and leaned back indicating he was finished.
Afterward, he sucked my nuts dry, and we had another beer and talked. "Tell you what, instead of calling me tomorrow, let me set up something for later in the day, and we'll see what we can do for you. You are one hell of a nice pussy. Call me for the address. He hugged me tightly to his body, and told me we sould hit the showers if I felt like it. I told him I needed to find my friends before the place closed. He glanced at his watch, and whistled.
"Well shit. They already closed. It'll be daylight here in a jiffy. I hope your friends haven't run off and left you." Buford headed for the showers where ever they were, and I went back to the checkin counter, afraid it would be closed, but the man in the white t shirt was still there.
"Sorry." I said. Me and Buford." He held up his hand to stop me.
"It's OK. Your friend told me to take care of you when you surfaced again. We don't go knocking on doors around here, especially Buford's. Here's your clothes." He set them on the counter, and I picked them up. I was exhausted, as I stumbled into the changing room to put them on. I had no idea where Bill and Allen had gotten to, but I'd hitch home if I had to.
The t shirt man showed me out the side door of the Purple Haze, and I squinted into the early morning light, brighter than any I'd seen in the past several hours. I stumbled around to the front of the now empty parking lot, and discovered Allen's Chrystler was still parked where it had been the night before. I made my way over to it, and found the two men asleep inside. I knocked on the window of the driver's side, and after the third time, Allen jumped a little and squinted at me. He rolled down the window.
"Well, well, he finally surfaces." He popped the lock on all the doors, and I opened the rear door and slid across the seat. Bill stirred a little when I slammed the door. "We need coffee," Allen said, starting the car. "I know just the place." He drove carefully, not so much because he was hungover, but because he was as tired as me. He pulled into a diner lot, and shook Bill alive. We staggered into the cafe, and took a booth.
The waitress came over carrying three mugs and a pot of steaming coffee. "You boys look like you been on the road all night." She set the mugs down and poured the steaming black liquid.
"Yeah," Allen said. "I feel like I was rode hard and put away wet." I nearly choked on my first sip when his words brought to mind the big black man fucking his ass like a piledriver.
"You eating?" She looked from one of us to the other. I shrugged.
"Might as well," Bill said. "We aren't home yet." We ordered ham and eggs with redeye gravy and grits. The bisquits were a normal part of the meal here. While we waited for the food, Bill told us he'd never had such a good time in one place. Allen talked about the black stud, and how he had thought they might get together again soon. They had exchanged numbers, and he'd told Allen he lived in North Atlanta.
While we ate, I told them about Holly and Buford. They both were agast that I'd taken Buford after I described his proportions by marking off his length on my arm. I slept in the back seat on the way home, but Bill and Allen took shifts driving.
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