Downtown Boi

It was a restless afternoon and I logged on online.

He was black 24 yo, 5’7, 130 lbs, 29w with a slim twinkish build and short dark hair.  He listed himself as vers/top with a 7.5” cut dick.  I was entranced with the pic but I don’t normally go for someone that young, especially if they live “downtown.”

For those who are puzzled by that particular and may I say just personal filter of mine, when a dude lives downtown it almost (but not necessarily always) means having zero to at the very best, an at your own risk street parking, with the amount of homeless people patrolling the streets and the various vicious activities that happen at night.

But the picture of his very erect cock on his profile was mesmerizing and just before I could erase my track, he must have spotted me checking him out, because he initiated the obligatory opening “Hey, sup?”

Honesty is always the best policy, so I swallowed my pride and admitted “Staring at your beautiful cock pics,” back in reply.

“Why don’t you come check it out in the flesh, in person?” he invited.

I didn't have to be invited twice.  I almost always can resist an offer like that no matter how nice, again due to my prejudice against the ‘downtown’ label.  I must have been debating with the idea internally for quite some time because he didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

“Here’s my number 555-555-5555 in case you change your mind.  I’m logging off now and will be home later tonight and can host,” was the final online reply before he did sign off.

Fast track to a few text messages being exchanged back and forth and we agreed to meet at 9 pm later that night.  I made sure to arrive earlier than usual because of the parking situation and sure enough the downtown precint was a hive of activity from late night diners, the club party scene crowd and homeless people pushing carts.

The cheapest parking station that I managed to find was more than two blocks away and was $10 for the night with the attendant pointing out to me that I have to be out by 6 am.  As I was already twenty minutes late, I quickly texted Downtown Boi that I was running late and just parking now and replied back and say he would put my name on the door list, so he didn’t have to come down and pick me up.  I was trying to digest all these pieces of information as the elevator door opened and it reeked of urine, so I opted to take the stairs down instead.  Not bothering to read the signs, I deduced that the last door was street level, so to my surprise (and fear) I discovered that I foolishly exited via the dark back alley instead of the well lit street front 7-11.  A hive of on going dubious activity made me feel like I was in a set of a Gangster Squad movie. Only the extras weren’t just extras - they were real. Hooded men were huddled smoking and talking - thankfully some laughing.  There were the homeless sleeping in their makeshift blankets, young dealing punks in small groups, openly suspiciously glancing my way. I told myself mentally that these dudes won’t harm me because I’m obviously ethnic myself.  Sadly my Old Navy cargo shorts and preppy jacket told me - whom are you fooling?

I managed to get out of the back alley into the main street and found the building.  There were three black 300 lbs burly men by the entrance and they looked at me like I was from Mars.  I said I was expected by Downtown Boi and one of them said “He’s the one for the 8th floor.”  I was asked for a photo ID and I flashed my driver’s license, but they gruffly told me “You get it back on the way out,” as they continued smoking their cigarettes on the street waving me inside the sadly decaying art deco foyer of the building.  

Feeling like a sacrificial lost lamb, it took me another 5 minutes to orient myself to the right wing and apartment, as I witnessed all sorts of domestic activities.  I knocked on his door and was greeted by Downtown Boi wearing his underpants.  He looked like his picture as he invited me to sit down.  But where?  The entire apartment was tiny with a mattress on the floor by the half opened window.  And it was stifling hot even by evening standards.  

I quickly stripped out of my clothes to be able to be comfortable and we touched each other, not saying any words.  His bulge went from zero to his advertised 7.5” cut in 3 seconds as I fondled the cotton pouch.   He reclined on the bed opening his twinkish thighs proudly displaying his insane bulge.

I quickly dipped my right hand on the Vaseline as I fished out his dick with the other, then just hovering my lips on his cock head, I gently but firmly coated his shaft with the sticky jelly.  His veins stood out and the friction of the jelly on his shaft caused his cock to throb.  I continued to gently suck his cock head without going past the head as I polished his beautiful cock to piano black.

My other un-Vaselined hand was now on his scrotum, gently scratching the groove of his balls with my dull fingernails, slowly edging and teasing down to his frenulum.

“Open your legs,” I half muttered.  He scissored his skinny legs open.

I shook my head.  “Open them like you really wanna be blown,” I teased.  He got the idea as he arched his legs up before widely opening his whole groin area to my mouth, lips and hands, throwing his head back as I slowly teased his cock.  I went past the cock head and the heat of my mouth must have hit a pleasure nerve because for the first time he groaned and rolled his eyes.

Ever so slowly I edged my lips down to the base of his shaft until I was in contact with his balls, that I continued to slowly fondle and scratch.  More groans and pulsing of the now thickening cock.

Lorde’s “Royals” was playing on his Android phone’s speakers that he put on for ambient music.  And I couldn’t agree more as I surveyed the young cock before my eyes.  “I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh.”  Well I have Lorde.  Downtown Boi’s cock was more than rock hard, it was diamond hard I could almost hear his flesh turn into calcified bone as I swallowed him back down my throat in a slow downward slurp.  His cock pulsed insanely in pleasure and when he realised I wasn’t going to get up for air any time soon, his hand held my head down in place as he let go of a loud swear.  “Dayuuuuum!”  I kept still as he enjoyed the warm throat saliva and also to stop myself from gagging, as I truly felt like I just swallowed an inverted arched shoe horn.

He finally let go of my head and I slowly gasped up for air.  It was then I realized it was boiling hot in his room.  I was sweating buckets as I grabbed my underwear and wiped my forehead.

“Don’t you have an electric fan you can turn on?” I asked as I took a swig of water.  He shook his head and then suddenly broke into a smile, exposing the whitest teeth I have ever seen.

“So that’s what I forgot to do!” he exclaimed.

“What?” I asked.

“I forgot to go to Target after work and buy a fan,” he smiled back at no one in particular.

He looked so cute with his legs opened, his black cock shiny with saliva and lube - so hot, that I couldn’t be mad at the heat situation.  I simply wiped my sweaty brow again and he motioned me to lie down.

“Are you stoned?” I asked as he parted my legs opened.

He grinned his goofy smile and nodded a yes, and then he bent down and greedily ate my hole wet.  I squirmed in pleasure as he tongued me open.  Then with the barest amount of spit, he mounted me and slowly pushed his cock head in my hole.

We both gasped as the initial contact was made.  He seemed to know what he was doing because he let me get used to the head first as I expelled a deep breath, he sank his whole shaft in as we both groaned in pleasure.  Once I got used to him inside me, he then arched his body away from mine, pulled my ankles opened, anchoring himself in his knees at the comfortable angle, and proceed to stab my ass with his big raw cock for the next fifteen minutes until my ass muscles resisted him no more, just wanting and welcoming the delicious assault.  It was too nice that I couldn’t help jacking myself until I felt the warm spurt of my own cum on my groin.

“Turn around, it’s my turn,” he instructed me.

I did so, taking a big gulp on air as I wiped my brow again, as I felt him mount me from behind.  Then oblivious to the heat and my discomfort which probably meant nothing to him, he jackknifed me in the jockey position, grinding his groin to my buttocks, his erect cock pulsing all the way inside my prostate it almost made me want to pee.  I clamped my ass on his shaft, alternating between resisting and welcoming his thrust as his groans went deeper and deeper until he reached the point of no return and blasted his seed inside my body.  He bit my shoulder as he came and with each pulse came a deeper canine bite.  I could feel his heart beat through my shoulder blades as I imagined how deliciously crazy his cock must feel right now pulsing and leaking inside my fleshy ass.

He gently fell on top of me and I took him gently off sideways as we disengaged and in a few minutes, I could hear him snoring away.  It was now even more hot, our bodies and sweat intermingling, so I moved away to cool off and search for my water bottle to swig on.

Catching my breath I surveyed his room.  He didn’t have much, with all his worldly belongings on a make shift dresser of books atop what appeared to be a hamper of clean clothes.  His phone, his watch, his wallet, his iPod were in full display.  Feeling a little bit cooled down by now, I leaned across and slowly kissed his lips, and he responded, first gently too, then hungrily back.

“You really shouldn’t go to sleep with a stranger in your apartment,” I chided him gently.

“Why not?” he asked innocently back.

“Because!  What if I were a bad person and stole from you?  Your smart phone’s charging right there, and your wallet is in full view.” I explained to him.

“There’s not much money there anyway,” he shrugged.

“Still, you gotta be more careful, I mean really,”  I had to gently slap his face as I could see him nodding off again.

“Are you still stoned?” I asked.  

He nodded and added “And still horny,” he half grinned.  “Can you stay the night, please?”  He put his skinny arms around me and pulled me closer to his 29 inch waist body.

I cursed silently and asked why, why why?!  Why are the best and eagerest of fuckers the ones with the most inconvenient of places?  His place was like a sauna by now and I desperately needed a real gulp of fresh air.  Also, I was now more aware of all the sirens outside.  I fished my phone out of my shorts and looked at the time.  1 am!

“I’d love to, but I really have to go,” I replied.  Also I remembered that the parking station was only valid till 6 am.  If I slept over and we had a second round, I’d surely be towed out.

“Please stay,” he sleepily looked at me as I got dressed and put on my shoes and gathered my belongings.  “Please?”

“I can’t dude.  I’ll call you, just …. go back to sleep,” I said.  When you have a sleepy kid like that, they sort of follow your authority.

The three burly door men were just down to two now.  They looked blankly at me when I hovered over them.  

“Ummmm, my driver’s license?” I finally broke the silence.  He opened a book where he inserted my license, handed it back to me and then continued to ignore me as I walked out into the brisk night air taking gulps of fresh (or at least relatively fresh) carbon monoxide flavored air.  The sirens were now deafening as I found my car, still relatively in one piece, unbroken into.

As I drove out of downtown and onto the freeway ramp, I debated whether I should see Downtown Boi again or not in the future.  He was an excellent fuck but the district was like a war zone.  My question was answered a few weeks later, when he ignored all my texts for an encore.  I never heard back from him again.