Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2007 12:54:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: RIB <yowza2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rick at the Faultline

Whatever disclaimer is necessary - infer it here.


Rick at the Faultline


Before I knew his name, I knew his
smiley-badass-intellectual-Latino-smirk - usually with
a Marlboro Red hanging from the corner.

I would see him every Sunday at the Faultline,
chatting with random guys and getting buzzed on the
cheap beerbust beer. He was puro sexy. Always wearing
baggy cargo shorts. Always wearing flipflops. Always
showing enough of his upper body to keep my interest.
Then, of course, there was just his overall beauty
that reminded me of all the Hispanic guys I had lusted
over growing up in South Texas.

I was always at the Faultline with my partner of 10+
years. We kept the guys guessing as to why we chose to
spend sunny Los Angeles Sunday afternoons crammed into
a corner of the bar's patio, rarely speaking to anyone
other than each other. Evidently not too many of the
guys cared to know the answer, and that was fine with
us. It kept us from having to negotiate difficult
3-ways.

After about 6 months of spying Rick across the bar I
was caught dead-on staring at him. He returned the
stare, and made his way through the crowd toward us.
When he arrived he let me know he had seen me checking
him out on many occasions and realized that's all it
would be unless he made the first move, which he just
had. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and traded
rounds of beer, and a couple hours later we were
playing grabass/cock and having a fine time in the
sun.

From then on we were regular bar buddies and always
took time to catch up with each other, sometimes for a
few minutes, other times for a couple of hours. Each
time the sexual tension got greater, and I became more
determined to at least touch Rick's sizable-seeming,
hopefully uncut, cock. On my 43rd birthday I got my
chance.

As it was a special celebration, my partner and I got
an early start to beat the line that developed by 4
o'clock. It was a warm spring afternoon, and most of
the guys had begun their tanning regimen - standing
around shirtless. At about 6pm Rick walks into the
bar. I'm drunk, horny and feeling like getting in his
pants would be the perfect birthday present.

Rick wandered over pretty quickly to where we had
alighted in the center of the patio. I'm not sure if
he was being friendlier than usual, or if I was just
high on adrenalized horniness, but within a few
minutes we had established he had nothing on under his
sagging shorts, and that there was more to the dense
black pubic forest peeking out of his waistband. My
partner, surprisingly, admitted that he was also
freeballing and I took this as an invitation to give
he and Rick a stereo grope. What I found were two
large and growing phalluses just begging for more
attention.

Rick reached over, pulled on my partner's jeans and
peered in to check out his dick. Pleased with what he
saw, he pulled down the front of his own shorts just
enough for us to get a glance at his, as I had hoped,
fat, uncut dick. This is pretty standard activity at
the Faultline, and not likely to draw too much
attention. What happened next did draw some attention.

Before anyone could react I was on my knees, had freed
both penises from their limited confines, and was
working each with my mouth in turn. Both grew quickly
to their full 7" lengths and for the next two minutes
I was the slutty cocksucker of my dreams. Far too
quickly, attention turned to our activity, and I gave
each cock one long last trip past my lips before
struggling to my feet and planting a thank you kiss on
each guy's lips.

Rick thanked me for the short, incomplete blowjob and
soon moved on through the crowd.

The following Halloween we found Rick dressed in a
wrestling singlet standing at the bar. At closing
time, we took him home with us, but that's a story for
another time.

One Sunday Rick told me he really gets off reading
stories here. Hey, buddy, if you read this and want to
drop me a line, I'd love to know what you've been up
to this past year. We miss you on Sundays.

Yowza2000@yahoo.com

Comments appreciated, also.