big cup

The ultimate gay coffee shop is gone. Where will the boys cruise was the question of the day when this place closed two years. Well, I don't know. I kinda liked that placed, but the waiters needed to get an attitude lesson: you work at a coffee shop, you pour coffee and stand around all day, so don't give me that look. Oh and they always thought they were hot. Beeeep. NOT. One was hot and he was a go go boy at the time when Park was still functioning as a Sunday spot. I met some solid guys at Big Cup, but the best one was this guy from Colombia.

Well, of course that I forgot his name. And, I'm not really a slut but let's be honest here. Do YOU remember the names of the guys you've slept with?? Didn't think so. But, i'm not defneding myself. I really don't care. This is my blog and you are reading it, so if you don't agree with me or are going to leave some hating comment, just x it and don't come back. Back to my story. I'll call him Col, as in short for Columbian so I don't have type that long word. Col and I were eyefucking for the longest time. Maybe about 2 hours. Then, he had the courage to come up to me and started talking in broken English. I never go up to guys. I know, how typical of some many New York fags. He was very charming. Although, I did not understand all of what he was saying, we drank coffee and giggled. He has a stud face, nice arms and a hot chest. And military buzzed hair. Hot. We decided to go out and started walking north and came up to the Gristede's on 26/8... then we started walking towards 9th and got ourselves behind the store. We started making out and then I had an idea of jumping off the wall in order to get to the playground that's right next to the store. It was well after midnight and very quiet. We sat on a bench and he started sucking my cock. Right there, when people if they were walking by could totally see us. We really didn't care. I was horned up, he wanted to suck me, so I had no problem with it. Then, I started fingering him and can clearly remember him gasping and moaning. I pulled hid pants down and started fucking him. He said something like papi, easy or whatever but I really wanted to fuck this Columbian guy that I probably will never see again. Or so I thought. I came on the floor, then he did... We wiped ourselves with cardboards that were left by the trash. That's all I remember.

Other guys have been just talking there, and me pretending to be nice. Some were cute of course but I wasn't ever interested. I hated going to the bathroom in there because it was dirty, and the lock was never working. And you can imagine what people did in there. Nasty.