Life is like a Pinball game
I tend to mind my own business, and somehow, sex happens, ...when I least expected it to.
You must understand the gravity of the situation. Sometimes you're set up for a center-trenched ball, sometimes you score.
There's a Philosophical element to not knowing moment to moment, where life will lead...
Pinball is like that, sped up by x100!
So I'm walking between bus routes, If I get off Hadrow St., cut through Inglesteppe Alley,
then, walk two blocks past Zouave Parkway, I save 1 1/2 hours, of not going to Central Transfer hub, and coming back out to that point.
A Guy in tan Berumdas and a White golf shirt, was watering his scawny soul-patch, of a front lawn.
"Looking nice, bub." I complimented his effort.
"Ach, this is nothing! You should see the Back Yard."
"I'd like that, sometime. "
The swarthy man with the black hairy legs, and blue eyes, revealed he was an immigrant, "You, too hurried?"
[Hmm, well, fuck, now that you ask...]
"No. No hurry."
"Then, come, you must see."
His hairy tree trunk thighs, his furry-throated golf shirt, and his dad-bod, no-paunch stomach, well, left a lot to see.
He led me to a side access.
"These lots are huge!"
We passed the crowded hardscape, to reach the back gate.
IT WAS HUGE!! ...in a bowling alley kind of way.
It was 50' wide, and about 200' back, of manicured grass, a pergola, and a 4' deep above ground.
"It's quite beautiful, umm, I'm Paul."
"My manners, Dietrich." (Handshake.)
"Your family must be proud."
"Ah, well, They move out, ...with her parents Richmond." [Too much information, but, he seems lonely...]
"I'm sorry to hear that." I commiserated.
"It was my fault," He confessed
"Some women overreact." I tried to sooth.
"She was Black, Oh! ...she overreacted!" He began.
[Okay, I'm not sure I wish to learn more....]
"...ah me, ...she caught me with my mouth on her brother's, oh how you say, "trvanlivé?"
(Tur-Vaughn-livuh. What, like ...OH, it was Slovak! For a hard thing.
No fella, ...she Didn't overreact.)
"A tall privacy fence, a pool, a bocce court, ...tons of space..." I didn't add, 'You must be a happy cocksucker.'
If I missed my bus, I would still only loose 30 minutes until the next, still, an hour ahead of Central Transfer's bus.
"You want cocktail item?"
(Well, now.)
I glibly commented, "You'd need to remove your clothing, to enjoy a space like this, to the fullest."
Quizzically, his shirt and shorts made a disappearing act... I forget foreigners can be literal.
He was one hairy fella,, that's for sure..
"No, I said...," resigned, "nevermind.."
Other than the aroma of desperation, he's quite a hot cocksucker. Muscular, but not too far. Uncut, and Hung, but not, "too" well.
Harrier than the dog that won Westminster, this year...
He's even cute, maybe an eight, on a scale of 1-10.....
"Well,...now it's a party." I was standing near the pergola table, so I unbuttoned my shirt.
His salivating eyes, and fingers absently cuffing his penis, ...Dude!! I'm getting a blow job!
I stepped out of my business slacks, laying them on the table. While my back was turned, I shucked off the undies, and, turning around, flipantly tossed them into the air. Having forgotten the pergola they then landed on.
"Ha, hah," he infectiously romped and cavorted, ...when in Rome. We were soon, two carefree souls, enjoying the perfect weather, perfect lawn, perfect privacy.
With our hearts pumping, chests heaving, and eyes locked, he pressed his wookie-like body against me, breathing hot onto my neck.
My trvanlivé cock poking an inch deep into the hairy pelt.
He began a slow lip-attached, slide downward.
[Oh, boy! I m getting my dick sucked!]
I sat upon the warm, wooden step of the pergola, imagining I was in a sauna nude, and a stranger, reached over and felt me up.
His lips made it to my belt line, as his chin touched my rock-solid, he pounced.
He was attacking my cock like a ravenous beast.
His tight lips and clenching jaw feeling like a bench-vise, as he pumped and stroked.
He finally twisted around, and I could play with my fingers in his chest-pelt.
The machine-like mouth-pussy relentlessly pumping, pulling my sizeable nuggets out through my urethra like a straw, until I exploded in a leg-stiffened quiver.
I awoke, looking up the hairy canyon wall, from his belly to his chest, his smiling eyes, the blue sky.
He asked, "I mouth-trvanlivé, good, no?"
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