House of Suds

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House of SudsHouse of SudsI know what you are thinking, another story about cruising for hot cock at local bars. Nope, not quite. That does work and if you have the right kinds of places you can find guys who are looking for opportunity sex in most bars, even the ones that are not specifically tagged and listed as gay or alternative. A lot of bars catering to the traveling crowd also cater to the cruising crowd and they can be hot on occasion depending on who is in town and why. But this one is not about cruising hot bars or bath houses, not even about adult book stores or truck stops and rest stops. This one is about cruising everyday places, places where people need to go to do needful things. Most of those things have nothing to do with sex but they put you in contact with those who might be looking. Timing and understanding the patterns and cultures of your area is critical to success. Understand the who, what and where and especially when and why and you can make contacts that can turn in to immediate gratification or a date for a promise of sex and a different time and place. House of Suds is one such place. This laundromat is in my area and has been here for decades. It has gone through a change of ownership and a change in clients as the community has changed. It is quite literally “across the tracks” so to speak and is in a neighborhood that once hosted loads of middle class, blue collar families. Now it caters to recent arrivals. Most are Hispanic but not all. The new owners are immigrants from El Salvador, very nice older couple who fled the civil war in the 1980’s. They got here because Hermano, the patriarch, worked for the US Army as an interpreter and go between between rival gangs in the early 1980’s. That got him in to what was essentially a witness protection program. I know this because two of his three k**s have taken classes from me at the local community college. Great family, nice people. We have had many discussions over the years about a lot of things. He knows I am gay but it does not make any difference to him or his family. We are friends. Much of the patronage is Hispanic and Hermano even cashes paychecks and sells money orders to help them out. During the week between 7 am and 6 pm the place is a buzz of moms and k**s and humming machines. No go for play time. But on a Sunday night you can find a different crowd. Young trabajadores who are getting ready for the work week while recovering from a weekend of partying will be in there washing their work clothes and usually smoking and drinking a beer in the parking lot as they do so. Later on toward closing at 10 pm the crowd thins. When I have something too big for my home machine I will go across town to patronized this place because it is clean, well run and run by great people. And usually a young macho might be looking to get more than his undies cleaned while there. I do OK there. One such night happened last November. We had suffered a week of really hard weather and construction had come to a stop. With a foot of snow and constant threats of more the builders held off as did all other outdoor activities. But tonight we had a welcome warming trend with clear skies. This was both a good time and good weather to get to town so I went knowing that the chances of scoring tonight might be good. I got down to Suds at about 6:30 with two duvets that got trashed by a gay couple who stayed with me last week. So, it was in to the machine and wait for the result. As I sat there I took note of the two young Latin guys sitting in front of their machines watching the progress and talking with Hermano. Hermano knew them well by the tone of the conversation. I came in and loaded a washer and said hello to the boss and asked about the k**s. We chatted briefly and he excused himself to go out back to work on a machine. That left the three of us alone in front. I sat down, nodded to them and said hello. They both responded in broken English so I asked them what kind of work they did and did so in Spanish. I intentionally dropped in a Castilian ataşehir escort bayan “th” and they nodded and told me about their work with a local roofing contractor. I told them I knew of the company and it had a very good reputation. We casually talked as they took more note of me. I was dressed in a black rayon warm up suit, black court shoes and had tank top underneath. My zipper was down and they could see the very top of a rainbow butterfly on the tank. Both men were dressed in nice running suits, ball caps from the Phoenix Suns and tennies. Both sported some chains and bling. Typical young guy stuff. Both seemed like genuinely nice young men but showed some signs of being on the down low due to their status. You would never find these guys in an adult book store, a mainstream bar or any other place where they could get cornered and questioned by authorities. Not that our local PD and sheriff go out of their way but they are always overly cautious. That is probably why they come here. Spanish spoken, off the main beat, quiet to the point where they can smoke a cigarette and drink a beer out back while waiting for their loads to run. It is just the kind of place and time where you can make that connection. Either immediate or for a later time and place. You can communicate and not be distracted, interrupted or otherwise “cock blocked” unintentionally by people or management. When Hermano came back out front and resumed his post at the register one of the lads indicated he was going outside for a smoke. The other followed, tipping his head to Hermano who nodded that he would watch things for them. I gave it three or four minutes and followed them out to the side parking lot. In the back of the lot, near a back exit was a picnic table, a large waste bin and a bench. Both macho’s were sitting on the picnic table as I approached my car. I was parked just to the side of the picnic table. When I approached one of the guys asked if I had a light. I said yes, in the car, and proceeded to get a zip lock bag in which I always keep some cowboy killers, Marlboro Reds, a pink Bic lighter, condoms, lube and a bottle of hand sanitizer and a tube of anal lube. I also grabbed the nylon waist bag I carry with date accessories. I walked to the table, lit both of their smokes and sat down on the end of the bench farthest from my car. One asked if I cared for a beer. I said yes, please and the other asked if I needed a smoke. He then saw the Marlboros in my bag and asked if I wanted one of theirs. I told them I don’t smoke but keep them for guys who do. They both nodded down at me. I was in a subordinate position to them physically, on the bench while they sat above on the table. Then the fact registered that I did not wear a wedding band, nor did I smoke but carried smokes and gave them away. The hint of rainbow butterfly on my tank top also helped form the picture in their minds: maricon. Faggot. Now, before you dial 911 for me understand this. These guys come from a very different culture. Everyone has their station. As long as no one violates very clear lines of respect and social/sexual position there is no threat. Gay bashings for sport are not a thing. They acknowledge my role, I acknowledge theirs. As the light bulbs came on I could see them considering time, place and whether I was willing to do for them what countless girls did not do on Friday and Saturday. Time was good, place was good with them, and one could check on laundry as the other got serviced. So now it is off to the negociacion. The elder of the two sat closest to me, and turned half toward me and as he did so he revealed a bulge in his rayon running suit pants. I looked down at it in the dim light and slowly looked back up to him and licked my lips. That was the signal that it was game on. He stood, went to the end of the table between where we were sitting and my car and braced his butt against the end of the table. I followed and as soon as he was positioned I dropped to my knees and waited. He then dropped his pants and tight escort ataşehir nylon shorts and revealed a beautiful uncut, eight inch cock nestled in a forest of thick, curly black hair. As he did so he took his cock in his left hand and pointed it at me. I leaned in to him and took his cock between my lips and flicked his hidden glans with my tongue. I took more of him and started to suck and face fuck his cock and he slipped his hand down and placed both hands on on the table edge. That signaled me that I had permission to get a hand in to the action so I grasped his cock with my right thumb and index finger at the base with my right hand and cupped his balls with my left. He was now fully erect and his sensitive glans had escaped his foreskin and was now fully exposed to the attention my tongue, lips and entire mouth was giving the rest of his cock. This guy was loaded and needed this badly so he let me go to my work and simply rocked with my motion as he cooed to me signals of pleasure and appreciation. I think we both lost track of time because his partner slipped off the table and walked back in to the laundromat to check on the machines. Apparently all was well because he came back a few minutes later right as his buddy was exploding in my mouth. As number one reached orgasm me slipped both hands behind my head and guided me on my strokes. I could feel more pressure from his fingers as he took his pleasure in my mouth and as he began to climax he forced me fully down on his tool and shot all of his load straight down my throat. As soon as he shot he relaxed his grip on my head and I think he was expecting me to jump up and run to the bathroom to spit out his semen. Nothing could be further from the truth. I kept him in my mouth, kept sucking and stroking and tonguing him as he squirmed with pleasure. I kept this up for another two minutes and he reveled in the intensity of sensation. I could feel him first start to go a bit soft and then get once again rigid with glans fully extended out of his foreskin and in direct contact with my loving mouth. He shot another two streams of semen and this time let me savor it in my mouth before swallowing. I continued sucking and stroking until it became too much for him and he pulled away from me. I took a handi-wipe from my bag and washed down his tool and crotch hair. His buddy had watched this whole event unfold and stood there in amazement just to my left side. Once done number one pulled up his pants and retreated to the laundromat. I followed and we switched from washers to driers and then came back out. I then went to the end of the table and once again dropped to my knees and was ready to service number two. When his turn came he looked down at me with a questioning expression and I motioned for him to take a position leaning against the table. As he did so I stared at his crotch until he dropped his pants and presented me with his tool. Not as long as his partner but much thicker, and huge balls. Bull balls. He made his cock available to me and I took the head between my lips and flicked his pee hole with my tongue. He was rock hard. As I slid my left hand up to cup his balls I noticed that they were not only rock hard but had already assumed launch position close up in his scrotum. I tasted precum as I went to work on him and knew I had to take it easy with the suction and tongue action in order to make him last. Over time you learn to judge men and learn to keep the pace and pressure under control so you do not make them cum too fast nor do you drag it on longer than needed. The key is learning enough about the male body to know when a man needs to cum, when the pressure and the stimulation is at its peak and not before. I cupped his balls and held the base of his cock and rocked with his motion as he slipped his hands behind my head and skull fucked me. He gave me just enough room to get a full stroke on his cock, flick or circle his glans with my tongue and then dive back down to the base to let him feel my throat. This lad was fully ataşehir escort engaged with this action and worked with me to maximize his pleasure. I lost track of events and time as I worked but as he was leaning back, almost crying with pleasure and ready to cum I heard his partner say in Spanish “give it to him, all of it.” He came in six steady streams of cum and held me in so I had no choice but to take all of his batter. I gulped it down as he exploded and once he had pumped his primary load I got free enough to start working his cock again and face fucked his crotch for another two minutes until he exploded one more time with three shots of hot cum. When he did I took it all down and in my mouth and then went full length of his cock sucking, licking and cleaning up any remaining leche. I hit his sensitive glans with my tongue and at that he had had too much and pulled away and out. He leaned back on the table and I maintained my position on my knees in front of him. His buddy then started up a bit of conversation, invited me back to sit on the bench and handed me my beer. I wiped my mouth and handed number two a handi-wipe for his crotch as well. Then we sat for a few minutes talking and collecting ourselves. They shyly told me how good I was and hoped we could do this again. I joked that they had convinced me that I needed to get my house re-roofed just so they could drop by and drop a load. We laughed and I asked them if they needed a lift home. They hesitated and we got up to go in to the laundromat to get our things out of the dryers. As we came out I indicated for them to put their things in the back of my Subaru and I would take them home. They did so without hesitation and the elder started directing me to their place. We pulled up in front of an older single wide mobile about ¾ of a mile away from the laundromat. I asked if they had room mates and they said no but occasionally they would have a guy crash there while traveling. I asked if their guests ever gave them head and they laughed and said sadly no. And certainly not like I gave head. I then told them that I liked them and loved the fact that they were real men and let me play my role. I respected them and would love to have the opportunity to do it again. We then exchanged first names and I asked them if they would like my phone number so they could call me when they had some spare time and spare semen. They laughed and said yes and promised to keep me busy. At that I handed them a card, thanked them again and we got out of the car to get their things. I opened the back hatch and the guys grabbed their bags and we looked at each other and they mumbled something about thanks for being nice and for taking care of them. To that I responded that I was honored and loved taking care of them and looked forward to the next time. We parted and they have called me consistently since then. Usually at their place, they turn down the lights, watch porn, sip a beer and I serve them while on my knees on the floor in front of their sofa. They are comfortable watching each other get serviced so it has become a regular thing for all of us.So the moral of the story is this. If you understand your surroundings, understand how to discretely pick up on and send signals and then how to negotiate the action you can score almost anywhere. The last thing these two expected that Sunday night was to get their pipes drained by a faggot who offered to serve them any time, any place on demand. I signaled just enough to gain their interest at first, offered up no resistance or evasion as they processed the signs and came to the conclusion that I would be willing to suck their dicks. More importantly I maintained a subordinate position to them both physically and verbally and let them know that they were in charge, I was no threat to their manhood and would fill my role with no games and no violations of their manly space. Using fags is common in Latin macho culture so as long as everyone stays in their lane all is good. The guys know I love to suck dick, they have subtly asked about anal sex and group sex and they also know I was a drag queen years ago and still cross dress. They are fine with it all because I know how to take care of their needs without stepping across any lines. Good clean fun. That is what it is all about.

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