I was in the mood for something out of the ordinary a few weeks ago. I was tired of short-haired and clean cut slender twinks. They all started to look alike and I could not tell Adam from Zane. I decided not to go to the usual gay club on the south side of town. I decided to try my luck on the north side. I went from one gay club to another looking from something out of the ordinary.
I finally found a place called Midnight Runner. I went inside and found the place crowded with goth twinks. Some were bald while others had long midnight-black hair. Most had piercings and tattoos. I worked my way up to the bar and ordered the house special. The bartender appeared to be in his mid-thirties and had a pale face. If he had fangs, then I would have screamed vampire and probably took off running.
I paid for my drink and took a sip. The pale-faced bartender could make a good vodka and cranberry juice. I drank it while looking the crowd over. Most of the goth twinks were dancing with each other. I knew that I looked like an outsider with my short dark-brown hair. I was probably the only other person than the pale-faced bartender that was over thirty.
I finished my vodka and cranberry juice without finding a goth twink that was lonely enough to go home with an older man. I signaled the pale-faced bartender for another drink and he quickly had one in front of me. I decided to mingle with the goth twinks that were not dancing. They were pretty friendly but no one wanted a threesome.
I finally made my way to a dark corner that I had not notice before. I found a lone goth twink sitting at a table. He had waist-length midnight-black hair that I thought was a wig at first. His clothing consisted of a black long-sleeved shirt and denim jeans. The goth twink wore black eyeliner and lipstick.
“Mind if I sit with you for a little bit?” I asked loud enough to be heard over the music.
“Help yourself,” he replied.
His trimmed fingernails were painted black and his skin had a paler complexion than the bartender.
“My name’s John,” I said while offering him my right hand.
“I’m Lenore,” he replied while gently squeezing my hand.
“Isn’t that a girl’s name?”
“My parents were big fans of Poe’s.”
We started talking about the great American poet and writer. He knew tons more that I did and I wondered if he was a Poe expert. We both finished our drinks and I signaled a passing waiter for another round. No one joined us while we talked so I asked him if was looking for some excitement.
“Depends on your meaning of excitement,” Lenore replied.
“I could get us a hotel room and we could see how well suited you are for the name,” I said with a friendly smile.
The goth twink chuckled and agreed to leave Midnight Runner with me. We finished our drinks before we left the gay club. I drove us to a nearby hotel and got us a room.
“I did not think you actually wanted me this bad,” he said after we were inside the room.
“You have no idea how much I have been wanting something out of the ordinary,” I said.
We embraced and I kissed his black lips. He gently bit my tongue when I slipped it into his moist mouth. Lenore chuckled and started to suck my fleshy organ. My penis started to throb in my pants that were growing too tight in the crotch. He released my tongue and kneeled before me.
The goth twink unzipped my pants and fished out my older uncut cock. He pulled my foreskin back before spitting on my swelling purple crown. Lenore ran his tongue in circles over my knob until it was shiny with his spittle. He then ran his wet tongue down my stiffening shaft. The goth twink sucked my hairy balls while I ran my fingers through his long midnight-black hair.
He released my nuts before running his wet tongue back up my stiffening shaft. Lenore spat on my shiny knob before wrapping his black lips around it. He sucked my swelling purple crown like a demon possessed. My older uncut cock grew longer and thicker while he slowly inched more of me into his moist mouth.
I soon felt his throat muscles squeezing my knob. He gagged a few times and made plenty of sloppy sucking noises. None of the short-haired and clean cut twinks had ever sucked me like he did. I did not want him to stop deep throating me.
Lenore did stop and stood up. I had black lipstick at the base of my older uncut cock but I did not care. We stripped off our clothes before pulling the covers off the bed. He asked me if I had a condom and I fetched one out from a pocket of my discarded pants. I tore open the package and unrolled the latex sleeve down my older uncut cock.
We climbed on the bed and I positioned myself behind him while he got on all fours. I spread his buttocks wide before spitting on his young anus. I smeared my spittle all over his ass hole before slipping a finger inside. I wrapped my free hand around his young uncut cock and milked him while I finger fucked him.
The goth twink’s penis grew longer and thicker in my hand. I removed my finger from his young anus and slipped my older uncut cock slowly in. His hand replaced mine around his young uncut cock so I could grab his hips. I slowly inched my way deep inside his ass hole before I started to fuck him.
He started moaning while I fucked his tight young anus. Lenore began masturbating faster while I ass fucked him faster. He exploded moments before I did. His hot semen landed on the bed sheet while mine was captured in the tip of the condom.
I pulled out of him and we collapsed on the bed. We fell asleep only to wake up a few hours later and ready for another round. The gothic twink fucked my old ass with his young uncut cock. He was gone before I woke up the next morning.
I know that I can find the gothic twink at Midnight Runner whenever I have the need for something out of the ordinary.