It's quite brisk out by southern California standards. Halloween is always a tricky time of year where the heat of summer seems to drawl out well past the autumnal equinox without any signs of letting up. You plan a costume that has minimal layers and then suddenly Fall swoops in one night, a sudden brush of a witch's broom that sweeps in an arctic chill.
But this isn't a story about Halloween. In fact, this happens a couple days after. I'm just noting that I was cold. And agitated.
I'd been waiting outside of a large condo complex in the chill of the early morning with limited time before I had to go to work, baited there with the promise of a hot ass. The messages that were coming frequently trickled to a standstill and I almost gave up, thinking I had been ghosted when he finally messages me. He's a visiting cub, staying at an airbnb with his husband and all the circumstances should have made me bail long ago. It took him a long time to get back to me. It was cold. We didn't have a place to play. But the scruffy dude with the earnest eyes compelled me. And his lure of a seedy, surreptitious fuck in a semi-public space before sending him back to his slumbering husband knocked up with a strangers load was compelling. No matter how agitated I got, my cock's needs won out. It wanted a hole to pound.
And patience paid off.
We are in the bathroom of the community room. His sweatpants hurriedly pulled down to his knees and he's on all fours on the cold tile. He's sweating profusely from running around trying to find me in the massive complex. My hands are still cold. The contrast isn't lost on me when I place my hand on his back, causing him to arch and withdraw from the sting. I want to shove that pretty face down onto the cold tile as payback for making me wait. Instead, I slap my angry, throbbing cock against his pucker with minimal lube and I make him beg for it, beg for the cock he's been wanting. And then I fuck it in.
"Fuck, yeah! This what you want, you fucking -" and a momentary pause as I push the censors away, push all the training away, the sense of propriety away, push all the reservations and political considerations away... "faggot!"
"You cheating, faggot slut. This is what you need, huh? Dick constantly in your faggot ass."
It takes me a bit to go there, but I drew on the humiliation and degradation that he expressed he wanted. I channeled it to personify the guilt of his frequent indiscretions with a hard, angry, hate fuck bathed in a sea of verbal abuse. The response to being singled out as the whore that he is are sharp cries of need, whiny in their affirmations and lathered with lust.
And I am addicted to that. So much so that it doesn't take me long before his wet, hungry ass steals my load without me wanting to give it up.
I am in a rush to get out of there and make my way to work, but I let him exit the bathroom first. Take a slight pause to finish washing my hands before I followed suit... and run right into a lady posting up signs in the community. Puzzled look on her face and then it dawns on her.
She just singled me out as the whore that I am.
Side note: I asked the guy to write up our encounter and he did! His version of the encounter coming out soon!
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