Years ago, before *I* even had a clue as to what I was, this guy came to do some work on our phones. I can remember thinking way back then; "He's hot as hell!" and not really knowing WHY I thought that. Denial makes for a strange bedfellow I guess...But I digress... It was mid-summer and school was out. I was home and he came into the house with this masculine, handsome, baby face and a hairstyle that immediately made me think of Elvis. Not exactly the style, but along the same lines, and fitting for the early to mid-70's. he was/is very masculine; about my height (5'11") thin, sort of slight in build, and a bit muscular, dark hair and eyes. I didn't realize it at the time but JUST the type I seem to be drawn to...he went about his business fixing the phone system, chatting briefly here and there, and off he went, and never really crossed my mind again...
A little over a year ago, ( I am thinking around one of the Holidays, as I was living in Nashville, and rarely got time to go to an ABS when I came home) I'm at the ABS in Radcliffe KY. It was a weekend night. The old trolls had swarmed, all waiting in vain hopes of a straight couple coming in. I am standing in the hallway and can hear a conversation going on between the clerk and some unknown patron. The manner in which they spoke indicated this person was a 'regular' there. the patron comes into the peeps area. I didn't pay a lot of attention at first, then I spot a handsome man in the hall; devilishly handsome with a bit outdated Elvis hairstyle. He had on a rust colored turtleneck, black jeans and cowboy boots. Now this hot fucker looked familiar, yet I couldn't place where I knew him from or how. I DID realize that he was from my area... I thought to myself "oooooh Jeffrey you have got to AT LEAST SEE the cock on this guy....and as soon as he ducked into a booth with a gloryhole, I beelined for the adjoining one. "Elvis" is obviously nervous, so I don't push my desires, for fear of scaring him away. Finally he drops his pants, to reveal a pair of old-man boxers and a small to average dick, uncut...my personal favorite plus I am not a size-queen...big or small, I love 'em all. I slip my index finger through the hole several times over the course of several minutes before he responded. I took the uncut in my mouth, and was met with the scent of cologne. this hot man had put a dab of cologne on his pubes...not cool (WHY in the HELL do older guys do this?)...so I worked his willy with my mouth and tongue for quite a while before getting it even semi-hard...at the time, I didn't understand at all...usually in the time it took me to so much as mildly awaken his penis, I would have already had a mouthful of cum, cleaned up, and moved on to the next. I attributed it to nerves. the whole time I was trying to make him hard and squirt, I kept trying to remember where I knew him from. this was terribly distracting when one is trying to enjoy himself, but I could not shake the thoughts. Finally, without allowing me to withdraw his DNA, he pulls out of my mouth, pulls up his pants, adjusts himself, so the creeps in the hall didn't think that (GASP!) he had been having sex.
..."I can remember thinking way back then; "He's hot as hell!"...
At this point I'm frustrated that I did not get his hot protein, I'm irritated that I cannot figure out where I know this guy from, I'm aggravated that I cannot let go of trying to retrieve the memories, and now almost downright mad because he's heading for the door. I had to think fast...I analyze the situation before me and decide to take a major risk. there was nothing human left in the peeps or the theater, so I decided to follow him out and talk to him. I figured worst case scenario, I would get a black eye out of the deal. So I followed him to his truck and struck up an politely blunt conversation. I walked up to his vehicle, and said "aren't you from ****** County?" He was immediately red-faced and I tried to calm his rattled nerves with "Dude I'm not trying to bust you out; like you, I don't need the local busy-bodies knowing I'm here either, so you secret is safe"... at this point he relaxed a bit but began struggling for conversation and spilled out a good portion of his life story, including his former vocation with the PHONE COMPANY. FINALLY! I know where I knew him from. The dots were beginning to connect, now for the next hurdle; the name. I had already exhausted my nerve quota for the day by walking out behind him and striking up a conversation so there was no way I could "just ask" his name. He went on to say he had experienced a heart attack, which answered yet another question; NOW I know WHY I was unable to get him hard! And here I was thinking I was losing my 'touch'...Heart meds + nervousness of the 'peeps'= a limp cock...So again I am analyzing my current situation, and decided to slip him my email address and phone number. I gave him the card, which I am sure was destroyed before he left the parking lot...ahh well at least I tried. And I still didn't get his name...
Mid winter 2010 it was Sunday evening and I was really supposed to be on my way back to Nashvegas, however my hormones had different ideas, so I diverted my route to Nashville via Muldraugh, about 80 miles (Round trip) outta my way...what the hell, ya only live once...I arrived at my destination late enough that the nasty old troll (previously 'storied' in this morning's blog entry) to have left. I pull into the parking lot, scanning all the vehicles to make sure there was no one inside that I didn't like. Parked way in back was a vehicle that I recognize. I am now thinking "It's gonna be a good night..." I drop my $10 in the machine that opens the door and go in. Sure enough, hot "Elvis" is sitting on the couch. there are 5 or 6 guys in the theater. I decide then and there I would not be leaving until I got another taste. I sat down on the couch across the room, facing him. after about 90 minutes of watching him massage his crotch and watching straight porn, he got up and headed to the 'peeps'. I gave him a minute or so and followed. I didn't wanna just get up and obviously chase him. he ducks into a booth without a gloryhole. My heart sank a bit, then i noticed he didn't lock the door. I opened it acrack to see if I would be welcomed. Fortunately I was, so I slipped in, locked the door and covered the peepholes drilled into the wall. I sat down in the chair and began to suck his soft cock. he reminded me of his heart problems and then much to my amazement and joy he let it be known he wanted to be fucked. This is music to a top's ears! He dropped his pants I took mine completely off, but this was awkward. In a 5' by 4' booth, and 2 grown men, one of them being lightly overweight...does not make for good sex. I got inside him; he was mega tight which thrilled me no end. I pumped his hot ass several times, but I was very uncomfortable, and it was clear he was too. we tried a few more times and then gave up. I reminded him that we live in the same area and I was just a phone call away and we could do this ANYtime he wanted. We exited the booth and went back to the theater. Good and not good; Still no protein shake for me dammit...I hung out for a while, Hoping that he would wait until late and the place cleared out so we could get naked in the theater. Late-night in Muldraugh 2 people can have the whole place to themselves, get as naked as they want and do whatever...but he left. I decided that it was not a good idea to follow him out and approach him again since I did that first time. I assume i rattled him badly that first night , and being in this nosy bible-belt town he wants to keep on the down-low and I can respect that. After all...Everyone here has a moral obligation...NO a MORAL IMPERATIVE to know EVERYONE else's business.. So I left for NashVegas myself. That was the last time I've seen him...until today...
..."He wanted to be fucked. This was music to a top's ears!"...
So after a fruitless (No pun intended..)night at Muldraugh, and my hormones raging, today I go out 'cruising' at the only spot available in our area; the spillway. It was positively crawling with tired old men...the kind I would throw rocks at. I stopped and talked to an old friend for a few minutes, until I couldn't stand the cold anymore. I got back in my car, still chatting with my friend when I notice that I am down to one cigarette...YES I smoke...I know it's no longer chic and definitely not P.C. but...I smoke ok? Anyway...I go off to the little country store about a mile from the park. I park the car and go in. and LOW AND BEHOLD there's "Elvis"! I saw his vehicle pull up just after I got out of my car, but didn't make the connection. I walked in grabbed a Mountain Dew, and went to the counter. yet another old friend is working at this little podunk holler store and I was cutting up with her. Threw my head back to laugh and caught sight of him. He looked at me knowingly and scared shitless that I was going to say something to 'Out' him. he had a hot younger guy with him...Long dark hair fairly well built...I couldn't help but wonder if this hot kid is fucking "Elvis" I paid for my stuff and dragged my feet walking out the door and to the car. I still wasn't going to say anything to him, as I know he was about to shit inside. the last thing I would do is out him, when I want to tap that ass again and again and again...The kid came out and walked towards the vehicle, and "Elvis"called him back in for something. I started my car and left. Had I dallied around, it would have looked VERY awkward...one does not want to cause awkward moments if they really want a repeat performance. I Have a fantasy about slipping him into the house on a Sunday morning when no one else is here and fucking his brains out, getting that cock hard and bathing my face in his cum...But alas, I have no way to get in touch with him...so near and yet so far...
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