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February 8, 2005
Kiss or Kill
I’m in Fishtown, an old, working-class Philly neighborhood, at rush hour, half a block from a busy El stop and I see a man who looks exactly like the guy in this picture. (Ultimate Fighter Rick Roufus) My jaw nearly hit the concrete. He was loading some boxes into a building. We acknowledge each other in a “Hey bud, what’s up?” kind of way which could mean anything. I keep walking, then turn around and he’s looking! Then he turns away! I stop and pretend talk on my cell phone. He chats with an old woman and glances my way. At this point I’m not sure if he’s interested or he wants to beat me up because I keep looking at him. He goes inside. I walk to the corner. But wait—now he’s walking my way! He goes into the Goodwill store, comes right out, looks at me, heads back to his place and stands on the steps looking. BINGO! I walk up to him, still nervous (This guy looks really mean!), and say, ’Hi, handsome.’ He says, ’You, too, man,’ and opens the door, inviting me inside. PHEW!
We go into what looks like a studio of some kind, full of stuff. Right inside the door he pins me to the wall, sticking his tongue in my mouth. He has huge hands. I am really hard. I know there are hundreds of people rushing around, less than six feet away from us, outside the door and I get more aroused. His t-shirt is torn at the top and I can see a some fur. I reach underneath and feel his hairy, muscular chest to find a nipple. He pulls my jacket off and my shirt over my head. He is sweaty and has a strong smell. He tastes salty all over. I lick his pits. My dick starts fucking throbbing. We kiss some more, licking each other’s necks and faces and mixing our scents.
I reach down and feel a big dick inside his pants. He presses his crotch into mine. As he undoes his pants, he licks my chest and nipples. He pushes me down to suck on his meaty dick. (Really, my hand barely fit around it!) His balls smell and taste of sweat. I reach around and play with his hole. He pulls me up, pins my wrists against the wall and kisses me some more, spitting into my mouth.
He gets on his knees and deep throats my dick. I fuck his face until he chokes. He goes at it a couple more times, urging me with his body language to pump as deep as I can. He turns me around, bends me over and starts licking my hole. I don’t get fucked very often but this guy wouldn’t even have to ask! I am moaning and ready for anything. He sticks a thick finger in my hole. He reaches around front and starts beating me off. I can’t hold off any longer and shoot all over the wall. We’re done.
Finally, we talk. We’ve met before but can’t remember where. I tell him I wasn’t sure on the street if he wanted to have sex with me or kill me and that’s why it took so long for me to say hello. He says that’s part of his charm. No shit! We don’t exchange names or numbers but he says to stop by again. He goes off to walk a friend’s dogs and I go home to take a nap.
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