Bleedin' Love

I was free yesterday and up for a daytime fuck, somewhat out of character for me. In New York, I think of getting fucked in a penthouse, in LA it's outdoors by the pool and in SF it should be in a hillside house on stilts on a foggy night. This is stupid, I know...but I relate to the porn I grew up with, the Al Parker era, guys. In SF I want to be in a taxi on my way to a hook-up on Twin Peaks with layers of fog at midnight obscuring the glow from the street lamps. Yesterday's plan was for Twin Peaks all right, after a connection made on Manhunt, and I was looking forward to getting plugged by a big middle-aged black dude, one of my favorite types. But this part of Twin Peaks is characterized by blocks of schlocky dingbat apartments that remind me of San Diego. The bland architecture shows nothing to the street, but after being buzzed in, I feel my way through a series of anonymous looking stairwells and corridors until I reach the guy's apartment and see that the architect was focusing on San Francisco Bay, the view is awe-inspiring, humbling. The apartment is not awesome but a tacky hole jammed with all sorts of knick knacks, cheesy upholstery and lamps, butt-ugly pictures hanging on the walls...on the TV, the Wizard of Oz is playing, with the volume turned on loud enough to catch the munchkin chatter. Not a very sexy environment and the bright daylight isn't making it any sexier. Who said all gays have good taste? But to the purpose at hand: I started working on my host's big black dick and it was not a disappointment...a nice, curvy banana dick, perfection in fact. The guy's is not going to mess around...after a few minutes, he's got me on all fours on the bed that's protected by a lousy coverlet patterned with barnyard animals. I'm ready for serious sex, not silly sex. God...damn...it. He works his dick into my ass and goes to work...and my ready butthole easily closes up around it...it's a fine dick that pushes its way in and...up...up into that deep territory only occasionally plumbed. I took a snort of the poppers I had brought, and settled in for a nice long slow fuck...taking it in. But then...what...what? My nose feels funny. As the dude is fucking my ass, I'm not there...I'm more concerned with my nose and I prod it with my finger...blood!...god...damn...it. Here I am getting fucked and my nose is bleeding...this has happened before, once in a while, but this time, it's really bleeding and getting on the farm animals on the bedspread. Unfortunately, I couldn't fake my way through this, as the top has noticed.
'I think you should go.'
'I'm really sorry.'
'You should go...now.'
God...damn...it!