Another one of those "WTF was I thinking?"

What was I thinking? Another one of those

By Richard de Orizaba

There was once this very hot, good looking stud named Richard. His member exceeded all the normal expectations by measuring over 11 inches. As a result, Richard, being so good looking and having such a big cock was very much in demand.

Once word got around that he was so well hung and a very good top, there would be propositions coming out of the woodwork. Much like his friend Paco Prado who was a porn star and was recognized within gay venues, he would also go to a club and relied on a reputation that preceded him. Richard had the advantage that he wasn’t recognized; it was left up to the last trick to kiss and tell and tell they did.

One such occasion happened at a bar in Houston called “The Palace” located on the penthouse of this building and it was downright piss elegant. The clientele there was mostly very affluent middle age queens and sometimes their groupies. The groupies were there because of the money, hustlers and some who thought they could get into some romantic relationship for a chance to live a lofty life.

I was at a very vulnerable point in my life when I met Brian. Having had two Puerto Ricans and two hitchhikers in a row, the last one, a Costa Rican illegal alien who was deported and I never heard from him again. I drove up to the valet parking area and I see this very attractive young man who winked at me and gave me a very generous smile. He took the keys to the car and I went in to the club. I met some friends for drinks and I was kind of tired from having written all day for the magazine.

My friends, a very charming couple that had been together for years seldom went to a gay club and this was a treat for them. They didn’t stay long and neither did I once they left as there was nobody there I

He went and got it and when I was about to give him his tip he held my hand and said: “a good looking guy like you shouldn’t be going home alone….I get off in half an hour, would you like to fool around with me?

Since that was the best offer I had all day I accepted. We went to this dance bar over on Westheimer and we danced for a while. As I danced with this dude I smelled him and the sweat from running to get the cars and his overpowering masculinity had me eating out of the palm of his hand in no time at all. I could tell he was well endowed as he pressed his crotch against my thigh while dancing. I asked him if he wanted to come over my house and he was thrilled.

Brian was hot and ready to trot. When we took off our clothes I found his body to be desirable, to my surprise, he had a cock almost as big as mine, uncut and beautiful. You know what an armpit nut I am, so the armpit department passed my test: no deodorant and bushy black hair. I thought I died and gone to heaven.

The sex was very satisfying. Brian was willing to do anything to please me. He wasn’t a bottom, so he said, but would welcome my cock up his ass. He was sweet and very attentive, most of all; he wasn’t some dumb asshole with an attitude. I thought at first he was going to ask for money, but that was not the case. I was wrong this time. We made love and that was that.

“Oh Richard, your cock is so big, oh, oh, shit, fuck, fuck, dude…that is one big mother fucker, ah, ah, yes fuck me, yeah, yeah, fuck it, fuck my ass”

I was using his ass like a cheap whore, I knew he loved it and so did I. I asked him to let me know when he was going to shoot his load so I could catch it and he said he would but that I should do the same because he wanted to “taste me”. As hot as this fuck session was we both knew we were not going to be able to keep it up for long. It was Brian first who announced he was about to shoot his wad, so I went down on him and caught it all in my mouth, that triggered the orgasm for me and I brought it to his face and he opened his mouth and let me deposit stream after stream of jizz.

That was wonderful sex. We started to see each other on a regular basis and two weeks after we started to date he wanted to move in with me. I thought he was moving a bit too fast and I agreed but with some reservations. He moved in and it was disaster from then on. He was sloppy, didn’t pick up after himself and a lousy cook. He wasn’t lover material because it was all about him. He expressed his selfishness and I would try to explain that it was not acceptable to me. With Brian it was “me, me, me" and that was that. Then I realized that he was in it for the free ride. No rent, no contributions for groceries, nothing. I knew he was getting paid so just to prove my point I asked him if he wanted to contribute some money towards the household expenses. He said he couldn’t because he had too many bills.

I drew the line because I don’t like to be used. I asked him to move out right then and there. He didn’t keep his job as a valet very much longer. He got fired for trying to hustle a friend of the owner of the bar. I never saw him again. What was I thinking?