Date: Sun, 31 May 2015 22:20:11 -0500 From: Carlos Deleon Subject: Two Cubs The bathroom was the only original part of the theater left. It had stood while the facade was updated with neon lights, and the marble in the lobby was replaced, and the staircase, re-gilded. The times had changed, but the bathroom was the same. The sinks were tiny vanities, there was a built in shelf where the ghost of an attendant long died might have stood. The mirrors were built in, with little gold flecks around the edges. That urinals were very long and thin, and not very clean. The tile was a pattern of textured boxes and figures that caught the eye and the toilets barely flushed. But the stalls were big. Big enough to be fuck a cute cub couple in for the weekend. I met them at the party going on upstairs still. I smiled at them from across the room, two guys who were a few years into the lifetime goal of looking exactly like the other. I walked up to them and talked about the folks we had in common, and the jobs we had. It was meaningless when compared to the ways one of them came looking me up and down and the way my hand found their shoulders, sides, bellies and ass. Little touches, each meaningless in the flow of conversation, but when taken together, communicating a wealth of meaning. I excused myself, saying that I didn't know where the bathroom was, but was sure to find it, given time and help. I walked away from them, knowing without looking that they were just the kind of helpful cubs for this task. I admired the staircase, with its garlands and the marble with its hearty warm sound, and the ceiling, in all its vaunted majesties. I made sure to find the bathroom quickly. It was down a flight of stairs, around a corner, into an antechamber that amplified all sounds, through a pair of doors, around a corner and into the bathroom proper. I walked past the aging sinks and neglected urinals to the huge stalls. Each with very little open space at the bottom, and very much space within. I know without looking that the two sets of footsteps featured the cubs. Their legs carry their hefty bellies and hairy chest, and round faces, helped by a thick set of thighs, each a slightly modified version of the other. Both of them following me into the last stall, moving as a well-rehearsed unit. They attacked me in unison, each going for what felt like a pre-determined nipple or ear lobe. Each moving their butts where my hands were located, or maybe it was the other way around, my hands finding their matching round butts by instinct. One goes down on me. I thought it would be him. He knees and pops the button of my fly and fishes me out. His mouth is warm and it licks me to life. I can't see him (his lover's face fills my face with tongue and beard), but i get the image of a big shaggy dog digging to find life. Soon, i'm raring to go and he's attacking the full length. I'm still making out with his lover, except now my hand has moved from jean-clad butt to cotton waistband, and soon it will break underneath the bands to feel a lightly furred rump. He purrs in my mouth while the other grunts around my cock. I know where my hands are, but I see a third one gripping the back of his head as he bobs at my crotch. The cocksucker is being helped by his lover even as the lover's butt is being fingered. And I'm in there pretty deep. Long thin fingers, able to combine to form tapered probes, i'm working my thumb in to meet my pointer and middle fingers. They combine at a point somewhere inside his hole and expanding and contracting in series. The lover purrs and backs into my hand as the cocksucker takes a moment to lick up the precum collecting in my foreskin. "He's a hungry little fucker, isn't he?" I say to the lover, whose lip is starting to show the effort of his teeth, as he bites it and purrs. This one is a definitely a cat, working his way towards heat. "Wait until you see my ass," he replies to me, trying to give me a wicked smile. He doesn't succeed because my ring finger has joined the triad; a regular foursome spreading him open enough that words are becoming hard to form. He stops biting his lip and starts to bite my shoulder, the purr in his throat, and his butt still pushing back. This stall is definitely big enough for a while.