Greg and the Neon Green Lighter

I don’t know what is in the air; maybe it’s the holiday season, I don’t really know, nor do I understand, but I have been horny as hell this week. Now one must understand that I am not a total bookstore whore, however when the temperature gets to 13 degrees, sometimes a bitch has got to do what a bitch has got to do…and that cancels cruising and makes the ABS the only option available in these trying times of ‘need’. For the 2nd time in a week I got in the car and drove up to Muldraugh. I went Saturday night to put a tired lying queen in their place, however the weather had kept most everyone out and I didn’t even go in as I was the only one there. I stood and talked with the clerk for a bit and left. That was Saturday night…

Last night, however, was a whole new ballgame. About 10:30, my hormones opted for a drive over to Ft. Knox. I HAD to suck some cock or at LEAST SEE one other than my own!!! I got cleaned up and dressed. Hopped in the car and sped off. I noticed the current temperature as I passed the bank; 13 degrees. Jesus, I hope nothing happens with the car… anyway; I made the drive and pulled into the parking lot. There were a couple of cars, and the current clerk’s vehicle. The one car was a VERY new Caddy or perhaps a crown Vic…I’m not sure which. I go in and the clerk tells me “there’s one guy in the back and he’s HOT!” Now this is all I needed to hear. I dropped my $10 in the door and went back. Nothing in the halls, however I did notice one of the booths was lit to say “occupied”. I walked back to the theater in hopes that the clerk was wrong and there may be yet another person there. I did see 2 other vehicles in the parking lot, however there was no one else there, so I assume the other one was disabled. I left the theater and went back out into the hall. I leaned up against the door-facing where that ridiculous little game machine is and lit a cigarette. The hottie stepped out of the booth. Sure enough, the clerk was correct; the guy was indeed hot. He was somewhere between I’d say 5’8” to maybe 5’10”…a touch shorter than me. He had Dark hair and eyes, His hair having just a touch of gray to it, Just enough to make him sexy as hell. He was not thin, but not fat at all. I’m not really sure how to describe his build; stocky but not stocky; thin but not thin. Black leather jacket, black tee shirt and loose-fitting jeans…kind of what I would refer to as ‘old man jeans’…he was definitely not a slave to fashion, which made this hot man even more attractive to me. He reminded me of a mesh between Kenny Loggins and Kenny Rogers BEFORE he fucked his face up with plastic surgery…It didn’t matter…the guy was hot. I just wasn’t sure he was out to ‘play’.

..."There's one guy in the back, and he's HOT!!"...

He gave me sort of the ‘once over’ when he came out of the booth, and started towards me. I was standing directly in front of the entrance and I feared he had ‘taken care’ of himself and was headed for the door, but pleasantly surprised that he headed for the theater. Not to seem too pushy or eager, I gave it a few moments…time for him to get a seat and settled in and went to the theater myself. I walked in and he was sitting on the blue couch nearest the door. I walked over to the long brown couch and settled in. we watched the straight porn silently. I got up to go piss, and when I came back I noticed with a quick glance to the right and down, a very nice bulge beneath his zipper. I sat back down and continue to watch the movie, looking over at him every now and then to see if he had his cock out or making ANY sign that he was interested. Nothing. I tried a few of my own subtle little ‘tactics’ to try and see if he would bite. Still nothing. Then he started fishing around in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He began fishing again and I saw an opportunity to open a conversation. He was unable to find his lighter. So I piped up “Do you need a light?” “Yeah, if you don’t mind…” he replied. I got up considering feeling him up when I went over but I just couldn’t. He also got up and kind of met me half-way. I lit his cigarette and started to sit back down. He thanked me and I said “I learned long ago when I come to a place like this bring plenty of cigarettes and lighters.” He chuckled and said “yeah…not many people out tonight..” “No”, I replied “13 degree weather has most likely kept everyone in…” And I began fishing in my own pockets. I had 3 lighters, one being a neon green lighter, the kind stores usually give away with a carton…the ones that last about 24 hrs… So I said to him “here, if you are gonna stay a while, just keep this…” and tossed the green lighter to him. He again thanked me, and then silence fell over the room again. He stared directly at the screen the whole time. Never moved. Now most guys that are in these places are at least massaging their cocks through their pants, but not this guy. After about 30 minutes I grabbed my coat and headed for the hall. I wanted a pop. He stopped me as I was walking out and asked if I wanted the lighter back. I told him no he could keep it and I wasn’t leaving at that time. i went to the front of the store got change for the pop machine, grabbed a Mountain Dew and headed back for the theater. I was so hoping I would get back and he would be in some state of undress or at least have his cock out but it was not to be…at that time. So I tried a new tactic. I went in and sat down in the chair very close to where he was sitting. Nothing. Another 30 minutes pass and he finally gets up and goes into one of the booths that does not have a “glory hole”. I very quietly went into the adjoining one and quickly located the “peephole” some queen had drilled out years before. I could see his legs and crotch and he was not playing with himself. His pants were not unzipped. Just standing watching the movie. At this point I am thinking one of 2 things; first of all, this may be his first time at an ABS. Secondly and most disappointing, maybe I am just not his type. Time would tell.

I darted back into the theater staying by the entrance to see what he does when he comes out of the booth. Normally I would not go to such extremes, but what the hell…he was hot. After the light went out I slipped into the theater and sat on the end of the blue couch that he had been sitting at earlier. He came in, sat down next to me and began that ‘death-stare’ at the straight porn again. However THIS time he is obviously relaxing a bit because he begins fondling himself through his jeans. He would do it for a few seconds and stop resting his hands on his cock. I suppose I was to think he was adjusting himself and nothing more, but a few times in a matter of minutes indicated to me that this was not the case. Each time he stopped, he rested his hand on his cock. I waited until he ‘adjusted’ himself one more time and reached over and began massaging his crotch. He moved his hand as I massaged his hard dick. I really couldn’t tell through his jeans how big. I didn’t think it was too big, but it didn’t matter to me. I was much more into what it was attached to. I ran my hand down the inside of his thigh and he spread his legs. “oh yeah…” I thought, “He wants to play”. I then tried to unzip his pants, but he stopped me. It was then and there I was pretty confident that, though this may not be his first time in an ABS, but there had not been many visits. So at this point, I stopped my advances and he got up and left the theater. I sat and listened to hear if he left or if he went into one of the booths. I heard a booth door shut and immediately got up to see which one. He had gone into a booth with a “glory hole”. I popped into the adjoining one and peeped through the hole. I think he was beginning to unzip, saw me and quickly rezipped his pants. Ok so maybe he doesn’t wanna play….I left the booth and decided to let him alone and just wait this out and see what happens. I retreated back to the theater and sat back down on the couch. Eventually he came back in and sat down near me again. I repeated the fondling.

..."I would not go to such extremes. but what the hell...
he was HOT!"...

Now I had committed myself to having this guy, but in the back of my mind, I was so hoping I was not the “winner by default” as I was the only other person. And proof of this was coming. As I fondled his cock through his jeans, we heard the door open. I quickly scooted back over to the end of the couch. In walks this young troll. Yes, people, one does not have to be old to be a troll. Bright yellow coat, fat, more chins than a Chinese phonebook and a bleached out mullet….a tacky-ass, out of style MULLET! Now I know I am not the prettiest flower in the garden but I definitely look better than that. And the competition was on. The mullet walked in , sat on the loveseat directly across from where we were sitting and began staring at hotstuff. We sat silently for a while then the hottie got up adjusted himself and went out into the hall. The mullet also went and I stayed in the theater for a few minutes. Then I also went out into the hall. Hotstuff went into one of the booths left the door open a bit. Mullet thought he was going in but I positioned myself directly across from the door…after a minute or 2 hotstuff came out and went back to the theater with the mullet and me following close behind. The mullet went in and sat on the end of the couch where I had been earlier. I took a seat on the loveseat and hotstuff stood at the door not wanting any part of it. I was now getting pissed because this troll had cramped my style. Hotstuff stood in the door smoking and adjusting himself. The mullet got up and went out into the hall. I was hoping hotstuff would sit down again, but at this point he didn’t. the mullet walks back in and asks if he can sit with me on the loveseat. “sure “ I said, and as soon as his ass hit the cushion I got up and walked back over to the end of the blue couch and sat back down. Hotstuff doesn’t move. After a few minutes hostuff sits back down and the mullet gets up and goes, what I think is back to the hall but I shortly hear the main entrance door open and close. I won! I took my prize from the mullet!!! I may NOT get this man but at least I ran the troll off…I was feeling the same pride and joy like I did the night I took My first, Eugene away from that old troll so many years ago...I felt like a kid again!

Hotstuff is now sitting next to me on the couch again. The cock adjustments are very frequent now and he pulls his shirt up a bit, lips a hand under it and is obviously playing with his nipple. He’s staring straight ahead this whole time, however is well aware that I am watching. The other side of his shirt goes up to reveal a smooth belly and chest. Smooth as a baby’s butt. He’s still working his nipple and I reach over and began to work the other one. Hotstuff goes wild! I tweaked on it and played with it and finally leaned over and bit it and hotstuff goes uber-wild! Twisting and moaning and begging me to pinch or bite them harder. I oblige and work on his nipples. I finally come up for air and the cock I have so patiently been waiting to see is finally out. Not big by any meaning of the word; 6 to 6.5 I would say, Large head and thick. Just right! I immediately lean over and take it in my mouth, my fingers still working on his left nipple. He pulls away from me, stands up and says “you wanna see my nuts?” “Hell yeah I do!” and he drops his pants to the floor. I fondle and suck on his nuts while jacking him off, rubbing my hand up and down the inside of his soft thigh. Each time my hand nears his crotch he spread his legs so I could run my fingers across his hole. I moved my mouth from his nutsack to his cock and he begins to face-fuck me hard and fast. As his cock goes in and out of my mouth at what seemed lightening speed, I found that hot opening and began to massage it. He turned around, shoved his ass in my face and I gladly ate his ass. In the 20 years or so that I have been out, this guy had the cleanest ass I have ever eaten. No odor, no funk, just pure pleasure. He reached around and shoved my face deeper in his ass as he jacked off. I reached up and fondled his balls and ballsack as he jacked and I feasted. He then turned back around and began to fuck my face again. After several minutes I could tell he was beginning to sweat, even in the cold theater. I told him to sit down and once he did I was on his cock with my mouth again. I was in heaven! Hot man laying naked in front of me and I had taken him away from a troll on top if it all. I know knew that I had not won this battle by default. The mullet could have stayed and tried to cock block me. Hotstuff could have easily gone in a booth with the mullet...but he didn't...

..."Fondled his balls
and ballsack
as he jacked
and I feasted"...

I suck on hotstuff’s hard cock and again he stands up he is directly in front of me again, my hands hanging on to his ass-cheeks for dear life as his cock slips into and out of my mouth. He then pulls out, turns around and shoves that sweet ass in my face again…I eagerly ate his ass for a few minutes and then he turns around yet again. I take his cock in my mouth and start sucking and ease my index finger into his wet asshole. ..he grunts and begins repeating “I’m gonna cum; I’M GONNA CUM…and cum he did. Not a massive amount like I was expecting. His cock still in my mouth, my finger buried deep in his manhole he barked at me “DON’T MOVE” and I held still as I felt his cock pulse spilling his hot cum in my mouth. I could feel his prostate pulsing also against the tip of my index finger. I massaged it the entire time I was sucking him and during his overdue orgasm. He puffed and panted and jerked as his cock was now very sensitive as it came out of my mouth. He grabbed a paper towel and cleaned himself up. Hotstuff then asked “ do you come here often?” “eh…every now and then” I replied. I figured this was all over. He redressed then much to my surprise, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes, and a pen, and asked “what’s you number?” I was shocked and stunned that he asked! I immediately gave it to him. He asked my first name and said “thanks” and began to walk out. I said “well hang around, and we’ll do it again!” he said no and that he was late getting home. Well yeah I can see that because it’s close to 4: AM by now. “Here, do you want your lighter back?” holding out the neon green lighter I gave him earlier. “nah…” I said “keep it and think of me when you use it…and oh by the way what is YOUR name?” “Greg” was the reply and with that he bid me a goodnight, thanked me again and was gone, my phone number in tow. This started out as a really bad week but was turning really good really fast. Did a hot man, took him away from a troll and gave him my digits. Things are most definitely looking up. I’m sure I will never hear from Greg but just in case…I will be making sure there’s minutes on my prepaid….