Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2012 13:35:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: P.E. Toombs <petoombs@ymail.com>
Subject: Convenience Store Pickup, #1

This story is fictional. It depicts graphic language of a homosexual nature
and should not be read by minors or those offended by such materials. This
story is for entertainment purposes and is not to be taken as fact. Any
similarity to any names used her whether of persons living or dead is
purely coincidental. Remember, this is all fiction. Please do not steal/
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P. Toombs

Convenience Store Pickup

      It was Friday, I just left work, it was a long stressful week, and I
was so looking forward to the weekend. I was planning a weekend of
relaxation, semi-seclusion, movies and nakedness. There was one thing
missing from that equation that would make the weekend perfect - someone to
share it with.

      Oh, did I mention I was horny as hell?

      My name is Mark, I'm 40 years old, black hair, blue eyes, closely
shaved hair (not completely bald) six feet tall with a medium build. I'm
not obviously gay, I don't try to hide it, but everyone around me knows and
it has never bothered anyone. I like all types of guys, but my one weakness
is black men.

      So I was thinking - who and where could I meet someone to hang out
with this weekend? I was thinking along the lines of a fantasy sex weekend
with some random black man. It never takes me long to get to know someone
and size them up, besides I could take care of myself if there was any
indication of trouble. Mama didn't raise no dummy.

      I drove toward a convenience store where I had often seen black men
standing outside asking for change. Most of them were good looking, maybe
in need of a shower, but I could tell they would clean up well. As I passed
the store on the corner of 3rd and Spring St. I saw no one standing
outside, and I continued to drive several blocks more to the next store
located on Spring St. and 8th. Bingo!

      Outside the store were a couple of men standing not far from the
entrance. I circled around the block and entered the driveway to
park. There were two men standing there. They were not talking and it
didn't appear they knew each other. One of the men was a nice looking white
guy, the other a nice looking black man. Both the men appeared to be in
their early 30s.

      When I was sure the men spotted me, I got out of my car and proceeded
to the store entrance. The black guy asked if I could help him get a
beer. I asked what kind he was drinking and entered the store. I purchased
six 24oz. beers. All the beers were the brand that he requested. I handed
him a beer on the way out and said, "Here ya go dude, what are you up to
tonight?"

      "Just looking for someplace to have a good time," he replied.

      "Me too," I said, "Hey, you're sure welcome to kick it at my place if
you want."

      "Let's go," he said without any hesitation at all.

      Once in the car I introduced myself and gave him the low down on me
and where I lived. I told him that my place was private and comfortable and
he could kick back without any interruptions or concerns of anyone coming
over.

      He told me about himself. His name was Anthony. He was 34 years of
age, single and living with his older sister and her family. He couldn't
wait to move out, because there was absolutely no privacy. So this was a
nice opportunity to get away.

      I told Anthony he was welcome to stay the weekend, if he felt
comfortable. We were almost at my place and I said, "There's probably
something I should tell you. I'm gay. I hope that doesn't bother you."

      Anthony said, "That's cool with me, I kinda thought you might be, but
I wasn't sure. I'm open minded."

      That could mean a lot of things, I thought to myself.

      By the time we pulled up to my house, the sun had set. I picked up
the beer, he grabbed a small backpack that he was toting. He followed me to
the door and I welcomed him inside. I went first to the kitchen, cracked us
each a beer and put the rest in the fridge.

      I gave him a quick tour - showed him the living room, the den (where
I tend to spend all my time), the guest bathroom, my room and it's
bathroom.

      "Nice place," he said, "can I take a shower?"

      "Sure thing." I gave him a towel, and asked if he needed a t-shirt or
shorts.

      "That would be great man, thank you."

      I went to the den and made sure everything was cozy and
convenient. The hand towels were where I could reach them. The Vaseline was
discreetly placed within arms reach. All kinds of porn were available for
viewing. Poppers were there, just in case. I also had some weed if the
occasion arose. I didn't want to seem to forward, but since I was a boy
scout I was always prepared.

      I changed into my shorts, a t-shirt and socks. I was very
comfortable. I had the big screen on and was awaiting his arrival from the
bathroom. I finally heard the bathroom door open and I said, "I'm in the
den." Anthony was dressed the same. He looked refreshed, relaxed and sexy
as hell.

      Now that I've had a good look at him, let me describe him more
closely. He had dark smooth skin, and cleanly shaved head with a goatee and
moustache like mine. He was about 6'2", slender and long hairy legs. I
couldn't tell what he was packing, but I really didn't care, the rest of
the package looked good enough to eat.

      We made small talk for about half an hour, when he asked if I minded
if he lit up a joint. I told him it was ok. He lit up, took a long toke and
passed it to me. I took a hit and then proceeded to cough for two minutes.

      Anthony asked if I was ok.

      "Yeah, that's just what I do, I'm a lightweight."

      I got two more beers from the kitchen and sat back down on the couch,
just a few feet from him like before.

      "Wow, that's some good shit." We each took another hit. Anthony
finished it off.

      "This shit makes me horny," Anthony said in a sexy voice. "You got
any porn?"

      Since I was prepared, I just pressed PLAY on the DVD player. I
already had some straight porn ready. It was black guys fucking a variety
of cock hungry women.

      A minute into the video, I could see him grabbing at his cock from
the corner of my eye. I was doing the same. I looked over and asked if I
could get him anything. His hand was wrapped firmly around his nice hard
pole. I was so turned on and did not attempt to hide my raging erection. I
reached through my shorts, pulled out my dick and started to stroke.

      "Hope this don't bother you."

      "No it's cool." And he pulled his out as well.

      After another minute I slid my shorts off.

      Anthony did the same.

      I couldn't help but stare. Anthony's cock stood straight up like a
steel pole with one big vein that snaked its way to the top. It was
probably about 7.5 inches and uncircumcised, although you couldn't tell at
the moment because it was stretched out. Anthony had a beautiful set of
hairy legs, with thighs that nicely framed his crotch, and a nice set of
low hanging fully plumped dark balls.

      I looked toward the scene on the TV as I pulled off my t-shirt. The
girl on the screen was getting plowed in the ass by a huge black dick (way
too big if you ask me) and sucking down the head of another black mamba.

      I looked back at Anthony. He pulled his t-shirt off as well. Now we
were both just sitting there stroking our dicks in only our socks.

      Fucking hot!

      A few minutes went by. We commented on the video. She looks like
she's enjoying the shit outta that, was one of his comments. I agreed.

      I asked Anthony if he ever fucked a chick in the ass, as I placed the
open jar of Vaseline between us on the couch. He said he hadn't. I put some
Vaseline on my cock and slowed the pace of jacking off - squeezing my dick
firmly and stretching it from the base to the head. It felt so good. I was
especially aroused and sensitive watching the video and this fine stud
sitting next to me using the Vaseline as well.

      I could probably cum at any moment. We continued to jack off for a
few minutes more when suddenly Anthony's legs stiffened, his body tensed up
and a stream of cum shot up from his piss slit. It shot all over his chest
and was followed by several more shots. His body continued to jerk. It was
hot seeing him shoot his jizz. He let out several muffled groans.

      I started to dump my load immediately - I moaned intensely as globs
of my sperm started to run down my fist onto my balls. I could see Anthony
watching me as I released my white stuff.

      A few moments went by and I said, "Damn, that was good, what about
you?"

      "Hell yes," Anthony said, "I needed that one."

      I tossed him a towel.

      So I told Anthony, "You're welcome to stay the weekend if you like,
if you're comfortable and all that, I would enjoy the company, no strings
attached, just hanging out together and whatever happens, happens."

      "Sounds cool to me," he said. "I'm up for it. I could sure use a
little nap if that's cool."

      "Yeah, you can sleep on the couch or on my bed. My bed is big and very
comfortable. I promise I'll let you sleep."

      I led him into the bedroom where we both lay on the bed and fell
asleep.

To be continued.

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