When ol’ Prestonian is looking to get his backclam buttered, I take a trip down to Ft. Lauderdale for the weekend. There’s one bar that has a Latino theme on Friday nights. They usually hire a drag queen
to do a set to get the mood going. I’d go there because I like to dance
and ogle the boys in their tight pants. One Friday, I went early and as
the drag queens started their act I went out to the parking lot for some
fresh air. Off on the side was parked their party bus. I saw the driver
leaning against the bus smoking. He was blond, probably in his 30s, a bit
short but obviously muscled. I walked over for a closer look. I said
“Sweet ride. For the queens?” I asked. He threw the cigarette down and
smiled at me. “Yep, they’re from Orlando and travel in style. I get the
gigs because they like my looks and body. Want to see the inside?” he
asked. I smiled at him saying “Sure, I was bored with their show so came
out for air. But this might be more interesting.”

He opened the door and we stepped up into a different world. The inside
was one big lounge with benches along the sides, some already opened to
beds. I looked around and pointed to the opened beds commenting “I guess
these are well used?” He pushed me down on the bed saying “They can be
with the right person. ” He fell on top of me grabbing at my clothes. It
was a hot night so all I wore was shorts, a tank top and sandals. I
pulled his polo shirt over his head revealing a muscled torso. I reached
up to twist his already hard n****** as he licked and bit my neck. He
reached down, pulling his pants off. He was going commando and his hard,
thick 9″ c*** popped out. He moved up until that c*** was to my open
mouth. Leaning forward he slid his c*** into my waiting mouth. I sucked
like it was the last c*** on the planet. He moaned, yelling “Yes, baby
s*** daddy’s d***!” I did as asked until he pulled out and turned me on
my stomach. He spit on my hole then used that large c*** head to rub his
spit around my opening. I moaned in anticipation. He whispered “You like
that straight man’s c*** don’t you? I need to drop a load into your
tight a**. Tell me what you need.” I moaned out “I need your f******
d*** buried in my man c***. I need to feel you drop a load filling me
up!”

For the next 30 minutes he fucked me non-stop. I loved every minute. He
turned me on my back to look at my face as he fucked me. I pulled him
down for a deep kiss. As we kissed his f****** grew more intense. I knew
we were both close. He plunged deep yelling “My god your a** feels so
good, so tight. I can’t hold it any more. Baby I’m going to give you
all my babies.” At that moment I felt his c*** pulse and throb in my
guts. This sent my own o***** crashing out. He pumped 4, then 5 more
times. Soft, he pulled out and leaned to kiss me sweetly. All I could say
was “WOW!” He grabbed a towel and handed it to me to clean myself up as
he did the same. We dressed and stood outside smoking. He asked if he
might see me again. I gave him my number, not expecting a call. He
reached over and pulled me in for another kiss. I pulled away and he
whispered “That was the best ever.”

I went back inside just as the queens were into their final number. I knew
that they’d be in the bar for a while longer. Perhaps another lucky guy
might go out for a smoke.