Trampa Times

So my lover and I were on the outs for months, after several years of intimacy. I was kicked to the couch. It was his house, but it was our house. We stayed and remain good friends. After I realized we were done, I looked at him tearfully and said "We don't have any good memories anymore."

So he took me to Busch Gardens in Tampa. We had a good time but the whole time I was trying to reconnect; he was having none of that.

After the roller coasters we had dinner in Ybor City. At Hamburger Mary's. I remember there was a dude who had a sculpted leather dog head mask on. I couldn't help but be freaked out. He knew it, and reveled in it.

Then my friend-ex-boy brought me to a special place. You see, he knew the area because he had attended college there. There is a place on the outskirts of Tampa, in the middle of an industrial park along unlit roads, a shady porno store. It has video booths and also a small theater. Oh, and umm totally gay.

The porno theater there sits about 30 people, in ratty old upholstered couches that face a somewhat big screen. You can feel the ghosts of all the crusty old spermies that lived and died there.

They just play DVDs from the front of the store, and this one had some post-twinks engaged in some rough ass eating and tomfoolery. I was bursting out of my tight jeans and sniffing poppers. The theater was almost full and guys were grouping off, jacking and sucking dick. I edged closer to my friend, trying to grope his little cock, but he brushed me aside. It was the last defeat in my attempt to rekindle the relationship.

I snorted a big whiff of popper and moved a few rows down. Guys descended upon me like the starved looking for a meal. An older guy, handsome, lean and grey-haired unzipped my pants and started stroking me. My cock's veins were bulging and pulsating. I hit the poppers again when he stuffed my fat dick in his bearded mouth. The others were pinching my nipples and massaging my back. I exploded right away, with so much jizz that even the old cocksucker couldn't swallow it all.

It seemed I was defeated again; cum too quick like a teenager, or maybe a college student. I wanted to finish the movie! The cocksucker stroked my thigh and whispered, "I guess you really needed to let go." I went out to the car in the gravel lot, walking through the front end of the store with an enormous wet spot on my jeans (probably a common sight).

We made the trip home in relative silence. He had shown me a slice of his younger college life, and I blew the last load I would ever blow for him.