The Glazier

It was my birthday of 2002. I was on a 3 month suspension from work, another year older and about as depressed as a person could possibly be. It was late Sunday afternoon and I was very bored and horny. I needed to forget my problems badly. I got cleaned up a bit and drove down to Cherokee Park to see if I might locate a 'playmate' It was beginning to get dark and I pulled into the gravel parking lot near the northern entrance. I sat a whole and talked to a few freaks here and there. Nothing really appealing to me at all. I pulled out and circled a few times, then went back to the parking lot and backed into the space I had occupied a bit earlier. I sat for about 15-20 minutes when this red truck pulled in. he pulled down to the end of the parking lot and talked to someone for a few minutes. I could barely see the face as he passed me and I was a bit impressed, yet I had apparently not made the cut, as he had moved on. Then I noticed him back up and start for the exit to the parking lot. To my surprise he pulled in next to me, almost hitting my truck. He rolled down the window and struck up a conversation. I immediately could tell that he was pretty drunk and really had no business driving. After some light chit-chat he asked me if I wanted to come home with him. This made me a little leery, because in a

..."a cross between "Opie Taylor" and "Howdy Doody"...

cruising situation, you never know what you could be walking into. I suggested that we return to my apartment and have some fun. He agreed, and I started the truck and left the lot with the red truck on my tail. We arrived at my apartment a few minutes later and he parked and got out. At this time I got a really good look at him. He was a very nice looking guy, buzzed reddish blond hair, muscular, well built body and a handsome baby face that was a cross between "Opie Taylor "and "Howdy Doody". My birthday was starting to look a lot better all of a sudden...

Three years of theater training has a side effect; I have become very observant. I had noticed that the truck had racks on each side that were to hold panes of glass. I tried to see the plate number but it was too dark. We chatted a bit as we walked to the door. I asked about his marital status, to which he replied, "In the middle of a divorce." "What's your name" I asked. "S" he said. Whatever the true name, one thing was sure; this man was mega horny. I opened both doors to my apartment and in we went. Once inside, just inside the door in fact, "S" both drunkenly fell and dropped to his knees, unzipped my fly and began sucking my dick. As he blew me, I began to tug at his shirt, then bent over his crouching body to get at the button the held his Levi's on. After a few minutes of oral bliss, I suggested that we retire to my bed. He happily agreed and began to take off his clothes as we made our way to my bed. I had already suspected that there was a great body under the tee and jeans, yet I had no idea just how nice. This guy was hot as hell! Lean and muscular, somewhat defined, with a very large dick. I knew I had hit upon the mother load! I lay on my bed and he immediately got on top of me and put that cock-hungry mouth on my hard dick. He straddled my head and his cock was so large that I wasn't able to pleasure it. (Deep throat is NOT my forte...yet...) but there was an area that I could reach and give him much pleasure; that hot little pink rosebud just beneath his nuts. Once I determine its cleanliness, I devoured it like it was the last ass I would ever eat. I licked it, occasionally slipping my tongue into the hot opening. Then eventually a finger. During all this ass-play "S" continued to suck my dick and was bringing me dangerously close to orgasm. I stopped him for a short break in the action. I both hoped and feared he had sobered up a bit; hope that he was lucid and truly was enjoying everything that we were doing while fearing that a short breather would give him reason to leave. To my pleasure he had no intentions of leaving yet he was still quite drunk. This puzzled me but I adapted. "S" had noticed a large mirror at the foot of my bed and began "posing" himself in different positions. Once on all fours, "Doggie" style stating that he wanted to "make it look ...sexy for me..." I began to eat that sweet ass again and he indicated he wanted to be screwed. I gleefully complied with his wishes. I feverishly went to the medicine cabinet in my bathroom for lube. I put a small amount on the over heated orifice and on my cock and slowly eased my dick into "S"s hole. I began to fuck that pink pucker and he seemed to enjoy it. I took him in several different positions and after about 90 minutes of hot sex, again we took a short smoke break.

...“I NEVER thought I'd ever see him again"...

We had been naked and pleasuring each other for a long time by now and I kept expecting him to at least begin to sober up a bit but he seemed to be getting worse. By this time, I had decided that after we got each other off, I would insist that "S" stay the night with me. Visions of this hot man being pulled over and taken in for D.U.I filled my head. My neighborhood is a high party, college area and crawls with police 24-7. Getting behind the wheel of a vehicle ripped is just like filling out an application for an arrest. "S" and I pleasured each other for about another 90 minutes or so, and then he lost his erection. I quickly resurrected it with my mouth but it couldn't be maintained. We lay in bed for a while cuddling and talking a bit, his words becoming increasingly slurred. Finally I asked him to stay the night. As I suspected he declined. I began to beg, not so much because I really wanted this hot man to share my bed for the night...which I did, but more to save him from what I knew would happen once on the street. Finally he agreed, but we had to relocate his truck. When we first arrived at my apartment, I directed him to park in one of my neighbor's driveways, as I really had no idea he would be with me that long. I asked him for the keys to pull the truck around to the front of the house, and he said no he would do it. "OK" I said, "go to the end of the alley, and turn right, then turn right again down my street. I will walk out front and wait to make sure that you make it safely. Clad only in a tee and flannel boxers, I watched "S" make his way clumsily down the ally and make the right turn. I went out front of the house and waited. And waited. After I had given him enough time I sadly went back into the house. He was gone. I feared for his safety and freedom but there was nothing I could do now but hope for the best. I felt I would never see him again, but I had him and I resigned myself to be content with a hot one-niter.

Like I said...I NEVER thought I'd ever see him again. But...A year almost to the day later I would meet up with "S" again. It was a Sunday afternoon. I was bored outta my mind. I had been off a couple days and really hadn't left the house for any length of time nor had I showered. I was pretty rank but also kinda horny. So I got dressed and drove down to Cherokee park. I circled a few times and then landed in the gravel parking lot where I usually sat. I stank. I was offending myself! But I was horny as hell and suspected that there would be no one there that would spark my interest. So I decided to stay around for a while. To my surprise and horror, in pulls a familiar red truck. One fitted with the type of racks that are used to transport large panes of glass. I was thrilled to see him. as soon as he parked I got out of my truck and walked over towards him and started a conversation. To my surprise, he remembered me. He was so intoxicated the night he was at my apartment before, I was sure he would not remember me from Adam. As we chatted, I reached in and began to massage his crotch. It immediately reacted and I invited him home again. he asked "You live at the same place?" "Yes" i answered and he said he would follow me. I wasn't sure he would, but he followed me straight home like a bee to honey. My neighbor was out and "S" parked in his spot and got out. As we proceeded to walk in the house we chatted about the first time he was here. I fussed at him for leaving in the state he was in. He said he had taken some kind of sleeping pill and had been drinking on top of that and was really out of it. He figured he could make it on home. I told him he had an army of guardian angels, especially considering how heavily Bardstown Rd. is patrolled by the police...

..."My birthday was starting to look a lot better all of a sudden"...

We arrived back at my Deer Park Apt., and once inside again he dropped to his knees...this time not so clumsily. and began to work on my cock. I pulled his shirt up and he raised up to take it off when I announced that I had to take a shower. I went on to explain that I was offensive to myself and I wanted the sex that was about to transpire between us to be as great as it was the first time he was here. He agreed and I started a porn movie I had downloaded on my PC to entertain him while I got clean. It was the most thorough and fast shower I have ever taken. I wanted everything to be perfect. I finished my shower and got out to see this gorgeous man sitting at my computer desk, pants crumpled around his ankles, shirt laying on the chair,slowly masturbating as he watched the porn. I would have loved to made a picture but he wouldn't allow it. (a preference I respect) I immediately brushed my teeth and this time I dropped to MY knees and began to make love to that big hot cock with my mouth. After a few minutes i raised up off of it and planted my mouth, fresh from his hard cock on HIS mouth, sending my tongue deep into his throat. He loved it...we made our way to the bed and alternated between 69'ing and fucking for a couple of hours. And like the first time, I ate that sweet ass out! I love to eat an ass and get a guy all hot but his is the best ass I have ever eaten. He's always so clean and his butt is so nice a muscular ... "S" likes to be fucked slowly and VERY gently, and of course I gladly accommodated him. as i shot my load in the condom in his ass he came also. Unfortunately there was no "after-play" like the first time...he DID stay for a few minutes then left...taking my phone number with him. Sadly to say I have never heard from him, and I rarely go to the park much anymore. I have my memories and I know one day I will run into him again some Sunday afternoon...