About 3:AM last Thursday morning, I rolled into Metro Station in Louisville. I had earlier gone to the ABS in Horse Cave, and wasted $20. Nothing there except 4 guys; 2 prissy pretentious queens...one enamored with the other, following him around like a love-sick puppy...The object of his desire was a nice looking guy...friendly enough but not interested in me. the 3rd was a string bean of a man who claims to be from Nashville. now I DID blow "Nash" for a while, long enough to leave my "mark" on his long thin cock. He seemed to enjoy it, however he stopped me citing he "wanted to take a break..." . I can kind of understand this, as it's $20 to get in, but I wanted DNA...and once you stop me that's it. No turning back. The 4th guy is a troll from here. A Pharmacist from a neighboring county. This guy is some psychology student's career. He used to ride around the spillway with a DVD playing gay porn.Then once he claimed to have been robbed at the spillway. Come on, man...this is damn near "Mayberry"; stuff like that pretty much does NOT happen. But I digress. The string bean (who has taken himself out of the running) and the only guy worth 'doing' are huddled up in the corner talking. I hate this. I breeze through the Gay theatre, and the prissy mess from Louisville is getting his ass eaten by the troll from the next county over. So in disgust, I leave. It's time to drive into Louisville.
..."I waited too long, played too many fuckin’ kid’s games, was in too deep to give up now"...
I arrive at metro station about 5:am. i circle the lot first, noticing there are 3-4 cars there so i'm thinking this could be fun. I go to the door and the clerk buzzes me in. I pay my $10 and go through the peeps first. Nothing. Then I go into the theatre. There is a breeder couple...as I walk towards the front of the theatre I notice a guy. I cannot tell much about him. He has on a baseball cap pulled down over his eyes. Also, he's wearing a zip-hoodie and the hood pulled up. he is half-sitting half-laying on the couch, & obviously playing with himself under his sweatpants. I can see enough of his face to be able to tell he's nice looking.I sat down on the same couch, opposite end. From there I had a good view of the breeders and the guy. after a minute or 2, the guy gets up and moves to the couch behind the breeders. "OK..." I think "I'm not his type." So I sit there for about 5 minutes and get up and roam through the peeps again. Still nothing...I go back to the theatre, and the guy has moved back to the original couch. WTF?? So I sit down in one of the chairs back near the door. after a few minutes the guy gets up and moves back to the couch behind the breeder couple. 5 minutes or so go by, and once again the guy goes back to the original couch. I don't get this at all! But to each his own...So I go out and tell the clerk I'm stepping out to smoke. Once back inside I go into the theatre and once again the guy is on the couch behind the breeders. "whatever" I think. I'm pretty much over this game of 'Musical Chairs'. so I go back to the original couch and sit down. 10-15 minutes pass and I'm very bored and the breeders are keeping their own little party secluded so I go out to the peeps. As I walk towards the door I see that the guy has take a standing spot near the door...I can tell that he not only has a nice face, but a decent body as well. When I near him he grabs his crotch. "ok so what's up with this now? I think to myself. But I move on to the peeps. Still nothing, but it's pushing 6 on a Thursday morning so I'm thinking the 3rd shift peeps went home the 1st shift peeps are getting ready for work so...my loss.
After more ‘musical chairs’ from the strange guy, the breeder couple leave. I follow them outside to smoke. I step back inside and chat with the owner. a few minutes pass and I wander back into the theatre. the strange hottie is sitting back on the original couch he was on when i first arrived. assuming he has no interest in me at all I sit in the chair at the opposite end of the couch. from there I ‘ping-pong’ between watching the straight porn and watching him play with himself. I can barely see that he is watching me from under his cap, which is guarding his face. in walks a new player. 600 lbs. if he was an ounce. ‘tons ‘o fun’ sits at the back of the theatre on one of the couches. I am feeling its time to check the peeps. I walk out, walk through and come back. ‘tons ‘o fun’ has moved to the couch beside the strange guy and has his dick (such as it is…) out and holding up his stomach in vane hopes the strange guy will blow him. this is too disgusting for me so i return to the couch in the back. time passes and ‘tons ‘o fun’ eventually realizes little strange hottie is not going to ‘service’ him and gets up and moves to the back; oh boy ! ‘musical chairs’ is starting again! as ‘tons ‘o fun’ plants his buffalo-ass on the back couch once again, I move back to the chair at the end of the couch where little strange hottie is sitting/lounging/whatever. the game of ‘ping-pong’ between watching the straight porn and watching him play with himself; but not for long. my patience has worn thin, and i am considering cutting my losses and leaving for home. I realize that it’s nearing 7:a.m. and pickings are slim at best but either you want to play or not. ‘tons ‘o fun’ finally stands up and blows his load in the floor (how classy…) and leaves after standing over little strange hottie and me in dwindling hopes we would ‘play with him’. he left pissed I’m sure…now it’s just me and little strange hottie.
..."Dude! YOU stopped ME! I was perfectly content ‘servicing’ your soft peter, but…"...
I get up and move to the couch where he is. the sweats come down a bit revealing a less than average soft dick. “odd…” i think. “he's been playing with himself all this time and still soft? I would have thought he would be about ready to shoot…” I reach over and take hold of the soft dick. His penis and legs were very warm. I wasn’t sure whether it was his clothing or heat generated from being sexually aroused. His cock is small...I'm quite sure once aroused it was of some size...but even semi-hard it was not big at all. he begins to moan loudly; well…loudly for an ABS. once I realized he wasn’t going to recoil, I leaned in and took all of his cock in my mouth. he began to moan even louder.his cock got semi hard and I took it all. Having his pubic hair mingling with my goatee & moustache, having my face literally buried in this guy's crotch was an enormous turn-on as it rarely happens (I am not adept at “Deep-Throat”, and the most I can take is about ¾ of a 7" dick…). He began thrusting his soft cock into my mouth, moaning all along. I was enjoying this strange little man immensely! I slid my free hand between his legs and found my target; his hot hole. and it was hot! I gently massaged it working the tip of my finger into it…I took his dick out of my mouth and licked from his ball-sack up to the glans and took it into my mouth again, hoping it would bring him to attention. I seriously doubt it would get big, but ..as “Goldilocks” would say “just right”. No luck. I don’t understand why I am unable to get him hard, but I waited too long, played too many fuckin’ kid’s games, was in too deep to give up now. Little strange hottie had a wonderful nut-sack. It was soft, shaven I think, although I detected no stubble. I suspect, had I gotten the opportunity to see him naked from the waist-down, low-hangers. I slid a hand up his stomach to his chest, and to my surprise, it was furry. there was indeed a nice body under the clothing. I fumbled around for a nipple, finally finding one and began to gently exploit it. After about 20 minutes of trying desperately to get him hard, I decided it was time to leave my “mark”. I found my favorite spot and began working on a hickey. As I sucked & bit on his frenulum and gently fingering his manhole, the door to the theatre opened an in walked another patron. Alarmed, little strange hottie pulls his sweatpants from below his knees to just below his nut-sack, still encouraging/allowing me access. he looked at the guy for several seconds and went back to his sitting/reclining position. I couldn’t tell much about him in the dim light; I did see enough to know that it was a guy in makeup. A definite turn-off for me. I return to the cock I was working on. He leaned over to give me access to his hole…I fingered a bit deeper and eased it out. he then pulls his sweats totally up, keeping his hand on his cock. Clearly an indication that he was through...or so I think.
A bit disappointed and disgusted, I got up and headed for the peeps once again, via the parking lot for a quick cigarette. smoked, checked out the peeps and back to the theatre. when I walk in, little strange hottie and the drag queen were sitting on the back couch. “ok” I think…”he was through with me but not totally through…” about half pissed i sit down in the chair in the corner. I can see little strange hottie’s arm and that’s all. at this juncture, I don’t really care one way or the other. after a few minutes the little strange hottie gets up and goes out into the bookstore; the drag queen goes to the original couch where little strange hottie and I were playing. I also go out into the bookstore. little strange hottie is in the bathroom pissing. I rummage around the peeps one more time and return to the theatre. I go up and sit down on the opposite end of the couch where the drag queen is. soon, little strange hottie comes back in walks to the couch and sees us sitting there, hesitates for a moment and sits down between us, whereupon i immediately get up and move to the chair in the corner by the door, prop up my feet and resolve to wait for the next person to come in. 5 minutes or so pass and little strange hottie gets up, pulling his sweats up and walking towards the door. apparently the drag queen wouldn’t play with him. even unable to see his eyes I could see the look of bewilderment on his face. I am looking at him moving in the darkness thinking “dude! you stopped me! I was perfectly content ‘servicing’ your soft peter, but…”. and out the door he went. i gave it a few minutes and went out also. I asked the owner if he left. “yes” he replied, and went on to tell me about the guy. evidently he's a major closet case, per the owner. He said little strange hottie would come in for the longest time and look at the videos, trying to work up the courage to go into either the peeps or the theatre. This explained a lot; my inability to get him hard…the games of ‘Musical Chairs’, possibly because he's not 'hung'... the whole ball of weird wax. I also suspect I got stopped so he could move on to ‘greener pastures’, and learned that the drag queen wasn’t going to play so I was to be the ‘safety net’…not. So I ended the night with 2 cocks sucked and no DNA to prove it. Ahh well, I will see him again I am sure…Will I play again? That is the question. The moral to this story; There's not a damn thing wrong with a less than average cock. In spite of the huge, sexual 'Cat & Mouse' game, I did enjoy this man's body... small cock and all. I keep telling you guys; It's not the cock but the guy the cock is attached to...
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