I was coming back from the truck stop where I work. My shift is from 3pm to 11pm. I was tired and the walking gave me leg cramps. The Bronx at that hour of the night is a little scary. I was walking on UnionPort Rd (Westchester Ave) and 13th and spotted a gay bar. I’ve been there before and the guys are cool. I decided to get a drink and rest for a while.
I went in and sat at the bar. Said hello to a few of the guys that I knew and picked a stool close to the “Ladies”. I was minding my own business, listening to the guys do what all guys do, bragging about sex, sports, and especially,The Mets when suddenly I got a whiff of strong B.O. I turned to my left and there was this character that spelled “loser” all over him. I gave him a look of pity and looked the other way.
Imagine my surprise when this guy leans towards me and whispers if I want to make $100. I looked at him ready to slap him and then I remembered, Woody58 was in need of a new walking stick. Woody wanted one of those carved sticks with the three feet on the bottom. Poor baby, his equilibrium is not what it used to be. So, with a lot of trepidation, I asked Mr Smelly what I would have to do to earn it.
He answered, “I have a roommate named “Pitbull” that likes me to fuck him while a lady watches and then he likes to fuck me while she looks on. You wouldn’t have do anything, just watch, and you look like you could use the cash. My place is a few blocks away.
As I’ve said, I could use the money. My regulars at the truck stop haven’t been coming that often and I miss the money, so, I agreed to go, but, before I started, I asked for the cash up front. He took out a wad and counted it it came to $98 and 27 cents. He searched his pocket and came up with a bunch of coins to make the $100. I asked him where he got all this cash. He didn’t look like he would have two cents to rub together. He started to laugh a little. “I let this guy, @theMasturbator@ masturbate in front of his wife and me as she licked my ass. Easiest $100 bucks I ever made.
Well, I had the money. We stated walking to his cold water flat. Every block was worse than the last. New York is known for it’s rat problem and this area must have been ground zero. We finally arrived at this old brownstone apartment house. There where several bags of trash on the doorstep. I was beginning to regret coming, but, I took the money already. We walked to the third floor, no elevator. I hadn’t expected to there being one, but, the whole building smelled worse than the subway to Brooklyn during afternoon rush hour on a steaming summer day.
Apartment 303’s door had peeling paint and the bell wasn’t working but Skittles had a key. Yeah, Skittles is a weird name. He told me his real name Sir-Skittles was too much of a mouthful and resented his mom for giving him that name. Anyway, he let me in. The first thing I spotted was a pair of BVD’s on the floor with skid marks. It was laying by the open, no walls, toilet. On top of the water tank sat a coffee maker and what looked like another pair of BVD’s being used as a coffee filter. I was thinking to myself, thank God I only have to watch.
Laying on the bed was this obese guy wearing nothing but laced red panties and matching bra. He looked ridiculous. He was eating an apple and when he saw Skittles, he threw the half eaten apple behind the bed and rushed over to kiss Skittles. He looked at me kinda confused and managed to stammer, “Hi. I’m Pitbull“. He looked more like a fat Mexican Chihuahua but I didn’t say anything.
Skittles informed him that he had scored a big one (I hate to see a small one) and got a birthday present for him. I said, “Happy birthday.” Skittles spoke up an told me that Pitbull is an orphan and doesn’t really know his real birthday. He just knows it’s about this time of the year. That’s when the NYFD rescued him from a trash bin. The story is his umbilical cord was still attached. What a fucked up story.
Skittles explained I was there to watch as they did what they always do, fuck and suck, and this time with a LADY watching. Pitbull got so emotional, he started to strip. I looked for a chair. I settled for an ice chest. That’s when I noticed the mini-fridge was open and used as a covert. These guys are serious losers but I had accepted the money.
Pitbull finished taking his clothes off and started doing the same to Skittles. As soon as Skittles was naked, Pitbull got on his knees and started sucking on Skittles dick. I don’t know how he could stand the stench. I had to open a window to get some fresh air. Skittles looked at me and knew what I was thinking. He said, “It’s a cold water flat. Showers are too cold to take more than once every 2 weeks.”. The tub on the corner had a film of scum everywhere.
Suddenly, Skittles grabbed Pitbull’s head and held it tight to his groin. His dick must have been deep inside Pitbull’s throat and by the way he was pumping, Pitbull got a real big dose of Skittles cum. He was choking and gagging and he pissed the floor. Skittles let go and yelled, “My turn” and threw Pitbull on the bed and proceeded to suck Pitbull’s dick, but, this time, as Pitbull gave every indication he was ready to cum, Skittles jumped on the quivering dick and took the whole thing in his ass. I could see Pitbull must have cummed as he gave a great big sigh. Then, he did something that left me speechless. He picked up the apple that he threw behind the bed and started to munch on it again. I could see Skittles cum dripping from the side of his mouth.
At this time I figured I had earned my money and quietly left. When I got home I took a long, hot, bath with plenty of soap and brushed my teeth. I needed to get the taste of that stench out of my mouth. Woody better be happy with his new walking stick. 😈