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Semen spurted over Albert's tongue and face just as he popped it out of his mouth and gave one of the testicles a stroke. He spat roughly and said, "Turn over."
The man he'd been sucking off, who had his pants pulled down to about his knees in the covered bed of a pickup parked at the top of a near empty parking garage, knew what was coming though he hadn't expected it. He pulled his pants down a little farther and got on his hands and knees.
Albert had been waiting for the man to arrive, sitting in his underwear in the bed of his pickup against the pile of pink and orange pillows he drove around with. When the man had crawled in the back as he had been instructed to, he was immediately impressed by the smell of incense, the soft orange lighting that seemed to come from nowhere, and the nearly naked, thickly muscled man waiting for him.
Albert swung his underwear off. They had been pressing uncomfortably on his growing penis but now it tumbled out, semi-erect and nearly eight inches long. He didn't start slow, that wasn't his style. He lathered his cock in lube from a small bottle he kept hidden under a plush blanket and pressed himself into the man's asshole and began to stiffen inside of him.
The man grunted as Albert started pumping. Albert didn't like the sounds the man was making. They were low, animal, and obviously masculine.
"Quiet," Albert said through his teeth.
Their balls slapped together and Albert grabbed the man's fleshy hips as he began to thrust harder. Albert pushed the man's head into a pillow to stifle the sound. Now he was really getting into it. His cock was fully erect now. It came out of the man's ass and went back in again with speed and grace. Albert had mounted him now, his rear end in the air and crashing down, his knees cocked, and his mouth breathing heavily into the man's ear.
The back of the truck had been modified to stay cool but now Albert was glistening with sweat, his hard muscles tightening the way they had in his body building days.
It wasn't long before Albert pulled out of the man and spilled across his back. He lounged against the pillows as the man regained himself.
"Here are some wipes," he said, cleaning off his face and passing the box to the gay man he had just fucked.
"I thought you were straight," the man said, panting.
"What's that?"
"Everyone told me you were straight," the man said again. "I didn't expect you to want to...you know."
"Fuck you? No, I am straight. I'm just tired of fucking my wife."
"You have a wife?" the man had his shirt off and was dabbing at it, trying to get the semen out of it.
"Of course. Don't you?"
"Well, yes. I just thought that someone like you...you know."
"Someone like me. A prostitute."
Albert looked as his penis. It was still shrinking but slowly. It lolled against his firm pelvis, nearly toughing his belly button. It would have been a shame to not make money off of it.
"You are gay though, right?"
"I don't like labels. I like to fuck men and women. Some more than others at different times."
"So you're a bisexual?"
"Why are these labels so important to you? You paid for the best blowjob of your life and did you get it?"
"Well, yes."
"You paid for a straight man and the only men I've ever fucked are the men who have paid me for it. I'll probably go home tonight and give my wife oral sex. I'll even enjoy it. Wouldn't you call that straight?"
"Well, I suppose."
"And yet I still got pleasure by putting myself inside of you. Do you see how your labels don't apply?"
"I suppose so." The man was shaken up now. Albert could see the frustrated disappointment on his big gay face.
He got up to leave and nearly bumped his head on the roof of the car.
"Will I ever see you again?" he asked from the pavement. Night was gathering outside.
"Doubtful. I rarely repeat customers." This wasn't true. Albert repeated plenty of his customers but only the ones he liked fucking, looking at, or talking to. This man had none of these qualities.
"That's a shame," he said. "That really was the best blowjob of my life."
As the man pulled himself into his SUV and drove back down the levels of the parking garage, Albert leaped out of the bed of his truck. Naked, he walked to the rail and looked out over the city of New Haven and its mismatched architecture, its damp side streets and cracked sidewalks, its many thriving and dying residents and thought, "This is my city."
The moon was half full and dangling over the Knights of Columbus building like a wind chime hanging on some invisible thread. He stood there with one foot on the railing and his cock soft between his legs. He was a defrocked superhero standing there, marveling over his hazy city.
And there went the roof of the man's silver SUV, bumping down the road, off to maintain the legend of the straight prostitute and the best blowjob in the city.
The man he'd been sucking off, who had his pants pulled down to about his knees in the covered bed of a pickup parked at the top of a near empty parking garage, knew what was coming though he hadn't expected it. He pulled his pants down a little farther and got on his hands and knees.
Albert had been waiting for the man to arrive, sitting in his underwear in the bed of his pickup against the pile of pink and orange pillows he drove around with. When the man had crawled in the back as he had been instructed to, he was immediately impressed by the smell of incense, the soft orange lighting that seemed to come from nowhere, and the nearly naked, thickly muscled man waiting for him.
Albert swung his underwear off. They had been pressing uncomfortably on his growing penis but now it tumbled out, semi-erect and nearly eight inches long. He didn't start slow, that wasn't his style. He lathered his cock in lube from a small bottle he kept hidden under a plush blanket and pressed himself into the man's asshole and began to stiffen inside of him.
The man grunted as Albert started pumping. Albert didn't like the sounds the man was making. They were low, animal, and obviously masculine.
"Quiet," Albert said through his teeth.
Their balls slapped together and Albert grabbed the man's fleshy hips as he began to thrust harder. Albert pushed the man's head into a pillow to stifle the sound. Now he was really getting into it. His cock was fully erect now. It came out of the man's ass and went back in again with speed and grace. Albert had mounted him now, his rear end in the air and crashing down, his knees cocked, and his mouth breathing heavily into the man's ear.
The back of the truck had been modified to stay cool but now Albert was glistening with sweat, his hard muscles tightening the way they had in his body building days.
It wasn't long before Albert pulled out of the man and spilled across his back. He lounged against the pillows as the man regained himself.
"Here are some wipes," he said, cleaning off his face and passing the box to the gay man he had just fucked.
"I thought you were straight," the man said, panting.
"What's that?"
"Everyone told me you were straight," the man said again. "I didn't expect you to want to...you know."
"Fuck you? No, I am straight. I'm just tired of fucking my wife."
"You have a wife?" the man had his shirt off and was dabbing at it, trying to get the semen out of it.
"Of course. Don't you?"
"Well, yes. I just thought that someone like you...you know."
"Someone like me. A prostitute."
Albert looked as his penis. It was still shrinking but slowly. It lolled against his firm pelvis, nearly toughing his belly button. It would have been a shame to not make money off of it.
"You are gay though, right?"
"I don't like labels. I like to fuck men and women. Some more than others at different times."
"So you're a bisexual?"
"Why are these labels so important to you? You paid for the best blowjob of your life and did you get it?"
"Well, yes."
"You paid for a straight man and the only men I've ever fucked are the men who have paid me for it. I'll probably go home tonight and give my wife oral sex. I'll even enjoy it. Wouldn't you call that straight?"
"Well, I suppose."
"And yet I still got pleasure by putting myself inside of you. Do you see how your labels don't apply?"
"I suppose so." The man was shaken up now. Albert could see the frustrated disappointment on his big gay face.
He got up to leave and nearly bumped his head on the roof of the car.
"Will I ever see you again?" he asked from the pavement. Night was gathering outside.
"Doubtful. I rarely repeat customers." This wasn't true. Albert repeated plenty of his customers but only the ones he liked fucking, looking at, or talking to. This man had none of these qualities.
"That's a shame," he said. "That really was the best blowjob of my life."
As the man pulled himself into his SUV and drove back down the levels of the parking garage, Albert leaped out of the bed of his truck. Naked, he walked to the rail and looked out over the city of New Haven and its mismatched architecture, its damp side streets and cracked sidewalks, its many thriving and dying residents and thought, "This is my city."
The moon was half full and dangling over the Knights of Columbus building like a wind chime hanging on some invisible thread. He stood there with one foot on the railing and his cock soft between his legs. He was a defrocked superhero standing there, marveling over his hazy city.
And there went the roof of the man's silver SUV, bumping down the road, off to maintain the legend of the straight prostitute and the best blowjob in the city.
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