and started tugging as Angel went down on him and sucked his cock hard, working steadily from head to base in long thrusts. His hands gripped Robbo’s buttocks exploring for his arsehole. One finger dug in sharp and probing. Robbo gasped out and pulled harder on the large black cock. He forced Angel off and bent-over to suck his cock in turn. It tasted good in his mouth. Angel lent over the crouching back and massaged the cheeks.
“You’ve got a great arse man, let me have it.” He turned Robbo round and spat on his hand to massage the end of his cock. Robbo bent forward and Angel was straight in. Robbo groaned. The pain felt like fire inside him. Holding Robbo in a bent-over position, Angel held the inside of his thighs and jabbed in and out of his anus. Then he penetrated deep and started to fuck steadily in long slow gyrations. Robbo hadn’t felt it like this for years. Angel pinned him round the middle with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other. He masturbated Robbo in time with his own fucking motion and it felt great. Jesus, you never could tell what you were getting. The guy had said he liked to fuck but Robbo had assumed he would do the fucking. Both his prick and his arse felt like they would burst.
“Hold on man,” Angel said, “I’m not ready yet.” He drew back and again took hold of Robbo’s hips. He twisted and turned his erection in and out the length of Robbo’s anal passage. It felt great. He gyrated with the power. Robbo hadn’t been fucked like this for God knows how long. He hoped Rick wouldn’t be in to see it. Robbo didn’t like it to get around that he enjoyed taking it too.
“Finish off man, I’m bursting,” he cried. Angel stabbed back and forth deep into him and fucked quick and sharp to finish off. He masturbated Robbo with one hand, gripped at his balls with the other. Robbo shot first. Angel was seconds later. He withdrew quickly and turned Robbo around, kissing him ferociously on the mouth. Then they stepped apart.
“You’re one hell of a fuck,” Robbo said. He couldn’t help himself.
“Beautiful arse,” Angel retorted. Robbo slipped his shirt on and pulled up his jeans. He got his prick back inside but the zipper wouldn’t close. Angel laughed. He was dressed ready to go.
“You want another drink?” he asked.
“I want a cigarette and to get my prick down enough to get my fly up first,” Robbo replied. He pulled his stomach in and the zip came up. Grabbing his jacket, they unlocked the door and returned to the other room. Back at the bar Angel looked at Robbo mournfully and said, “My mother is a very old woman now but I can’t go back and see her. The family are so shamed. It’s not the same as here. When I last saw her she was fifty but still very beautiful; now she’s old. I like to go back and see her but I come here instead. I come here to be with my lover and all he do is play around. What you think?” Robbo looked back bewildered. “About what?”
“You think I should sit home while my lover plays round?” Robbo thought of the backroom.
“Shit no,” he said, “I reckon you should use what you got. You use it pretty well.”
“Thank you,” Angel said and looked pleased. “Back home you know ...” Robbo stubbed out his smoke and cut him off. “Look I’ve got to be going now. Hope I see you again soon.” Angel looked surprised as Robbo started to push away through the bar. Then he turned and said, “Angel, you’re a terrific fuck”, and was gone.
Robbo stood outside to get some air. His arse was sore. It was still retracting from Angel’s presence. His head felt light. He’d had only two drinks, he didn’t want any more. The street was dark. He could hear noises coming from the bushes along the footpath. It was an old, narrow surburban street. You half expected old ladies to watch from behind lace curtains. Some people would fuck anywhere. The police could get them for that. He always chose his places more carefully.
“You’ve got a great arse man, let me have it.” He turned Robbo round and spat on his hand to massage the end of his cock. Robbo bent forward and Angel was straight in. Robbo groaned. The pain felt like fire inside him. Holding Robbo in a bent-over position, Angel held the inside of his thighs and jabbed in and out of his anus. Then he penetrated deep and started to fuck steadily in long slow gyrations. Robbo hadn’t felt it like this for years. Angel pinned him round the middle with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other. He masturbated Robbo in time with his own fucking motion and it felt great. Jesus, you never could tell what you were getting. The guy had said he liked to fuck but Robbo had assumed he would do the fucking. Both his prick and his arse felt like they would burst.
“Hold on man,” Angel said, “I’m not ready yet.” He drew back and again took hold of Robbo’s hips. He twisted and turned his erection in and out the length of Robbo’s anal passage. It felt great. He gyrated with the power. Robbo hadn’t been fucked like this for God knows how long. He hoped Rick wouldn’t be in to see it. Robbo didn’t like it to get around that he enjoyed taking it too.
“Finish off man, I’m bursting,” he cried. Angel stabbed back and forth deep into him and fucked quick and sharp to finish off. He masturbated Robbo with one hand, gripped at his balls with the other. Robbo shot first. Angel was seconds later. He withdrew quickly and turned Robbo around, kissing him ferociously on the mouth. Then they stepped apart.
“You’re one hell of a fuck,” Robbo said. He couldn’t help himself.
“Beautiful arse,” Angel retorted. Robbo slipped his shirt on and pulled up his jeans. He got his prick back inside but the zipper wouldn’t close. Angel laughed. He was dressed ready to go.
“You want another drink?” he asked.
“I want a cigarette and to get my prick down enough to get my fly up first,” Robbo replied. He pulled his stomach in and the zip came up. Grabbing his jacket, they unlocked the door and returned to the other room. Back at the bar Angel looked at Robbo mournfully and said, “My mother is a very old woman now but I can’t go back and see her. The family are so shamed. It’s not the same as here. When I last saw her she was fifty but still very beautiful; now she’s old. I like to go back and see her but I come here instead. I come here to be with my lover and all he do is play around. What you think?” Robbo looked back bewildered. “About what?”
“You think I should sit home while my lover plays round?” Robbo thought of the backroom.
“Shit no,” he said, “I reckon you should use what you got. You use it pretty well.”
“Thank you,” Angel said and looked pleased. “Back home you know ...” Robbo stubbed out his smoke and cut him off. “Look I’ve got to be going now. Hope I see you again soon.” Angel looked surprised as Robbo started to push away through the bar. Then he turned and said, “Angel, you’re a terrific fuck”, and was gone.
Robbo stood outside to get some air. His arse was sore. It was still retracting from Angel’s presence. His head felt light. He’d had only two drinks, he didn’t want any more. The street was dark. He could hear noises coming from the bushes along the footpath. It was an old, narrow surburban street. You half expected old ladies to watch from behind lace curtains. Some people would fuck anywhere. The police could get them for that. He always chose his places more carefully.
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