Ah, Lexington....Home to, and final resting place of, one of the country's most famous madams, Belle Breezing, and of late the displaced Chuck Knipp A.K.A. Shirley Q. Liquor, and more old trolls than the law allows. Ms. Liquor used to be on my Facebook account but deemed me “Too Snarky" and deleted me. Hell, I had to look up “Snarky" to see what it meant. It fits me...oh well...Now where did I leave off? “The Marlboro Man". I turned around and there he stood at the end of the hall as the long-haired beauty was leaving. the flock of Oldie-Locks were still circling him like vultures, and finally he started for the door. As he got in front of me he says “Damn, they should close this place down..." to which I replied, without thinking “Or turn it into a rest home...". He looked back and chuckled “Yeah, you're right" and out the door he went. Dammit.
So I hang around for a bit...Hoping someone new would happen to come in. And they did....another old troll sitting in the theater. As if this wasnt bad enough, one of the Oldie-Locks is blowing him. I start back for the peeps and glance up at the clock again; 11:10PM...I got about 20 minutes to have a little bit more fun. I stroll through the peeps and finally spot the only other guy that was remotely worth considering. He has planted himself in the double booth, door open, gay porn playing, pants down, jacking. I go in and feel him up. “Not to shabby" I think...I lean down and suck on his average cock a bit; while I'm sucking him i begin to massage his hole. With a small moan he asks
“What all do you like to do?"
“Fuck ass & suck cock..."
“Yeah? and I love to get fucked..."
“Well if you want me to do, it we best get busy, 'cause we have about 15 minutes left..."
“Why's that?"
“Because this place closes at 11:30..."
He drops trou and bends over, bracing himself on the leather-padded bench...then spreading his cheeks for easy, quick access. “Go easy, man..." he requested... I did not. we were running out of time and i slid into him fairly hard. He didn't flinch or moan. he placed his hands on the bench and I pounded him hard for about 10 minutes. I needed to cum, and time was running out. All I needed was for the lights to come up and the clerk walk through, screaming “CLOSING TIME", while I'm screwing this guy. Not a pretty sight...Finally I filled his hole with hot DNA, redressed myself, thanked him and left. It must have been at least somewhat decent, as I was kind of weak in the knees. I was sweating like a pig, and the cool night air felt good as I walked to the car.
I sat in the car, calming down a bit from the “quickie" I just had, looking at the building...the cars, watching the cars circle looking for a ‘date', waxing nostalgic about days gone by when Tim Fooks would bring me here looking for his own ‘date'. Me riding along, not out, not realizing who and what I am; terrified of being seen & recognized, yet strangely attracted to, almost drawn to what was taking place in front of me. Those were the days...And if I knew then what I know now...I start the car, and begin to pull out. Then I notice a person walking towards my moving car. the closer I got I realized it was “The Marlboro Man". I think I am in luck!!! He flags me down and we chat a bit...
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