The champion soccer player for the night, all decked out in his silks and his team-color knee-high socks, left his basement apartment in the old row house and strutted down St. Phillip and across Basin Street and North Rampart, into New Orleans' French Quarter. He held his head high, his chest out, his tight butt tucked in, and his basket thrusting out in front of him. He earned most of his money in porn movies now over in the second-floor walkup studio on Burgundy, and because of this, he'd been invited to the Halloween filmfest at the gay porno movie house just inside the Quarter on Barracks. He would have devised a more complex costume for the party, but he felt tense and hyper tonight. He knew what he needed; he needed a blow job, and he'd dressed for ready access in the steamy dark theater. He also needed to do some work on what new twist he'd put into the movie they were doing next Tuesday night, so he's probably stay in the theater after being sucked off and collect his thoughts and not drift into the party room.
He spent most of his time at the gym, building his body to perfection. He was one ripped dude; hard as steel everywhere. So hard that his veins had nowhere to go other than to pop out on his body and flow across it. He liked that. All men of steel had that. He'd worked hard to get here. Big veins, pumping rich blood throughout a young, virile body.
The bodybuilder entered the theater and sat in one of the back rows, away from the doors. He knew it wouldn't be long now. He'd seen the movie they were showing already and thought it was a bit pedestrian, but it was a costume piece in keeping with the Halloween theme of the evening. That's probably why it was being shown. Happily, it was nearly finished—the one guy, some sort of big muscle Mongol invader, was yelling loud as he thrust his man sword into the ass of some hapless peasant, whose village was burning around him. The bodybuilder hoped the next one would be more interesting. He also hoped it wouldn't be long until some dude with a talented mouth showed up to relieve this pain in his nuts.
He looked around the dimly lit theatre. Everyone was in costume; they had to be to get into the place tonight. Most had a sameness to them, however. They either were dressed in rags as flood victims, which he thought was a bit tasteless, or they were cowboys in various stages of undress, which he thought lacked imagination in view of a recent major movie with a gay cowboy theme. Some of the cowpokes were pretty hot, however, and he hoped one of those would sit down beside him.
This was not to be, however. It wasn't long before a middle-aged man draped in a black cape sat in the seat next to the bodybuilder. The bodybuilder looked over at him in the dim light. He obviously was decked out as some sort of ghoul of the night. At least the costume was different from most of the rest. Not the greatest of catches, with that craggy face, but it probably had been handsome once, and there was something about the eyes. The way he was wrapped in the cape, though, suggested a beer belly and a tiny penis. Oh, well, he was only here for a soft mouth and a deep throat anyway.
And that's what the bodybuilder got in short order. The man's arm extended within the folds of the cape and a long, slender hand landed on the bodybuilder's basket. The bodybuilder didn't know if he liked those long, sharp nails at the end of the fingers, but he did like Pop's directness and the way those fingers were finding and measuring his cock through the layers of soccer shorts material. He was hardening up pretty quickly under the attention of those long, slender fingers.
The man's fingers went to the waistband of the bodybuilder's shorts and he pulled the shorts down and off the bodybuilder's legs, followed by his thong briefs. The bodybuilder wasn't sure he liked being stripped down completely like this, but he didn't raise any objects, because Pops was already stroking his cock and kneading its knob in a highly experienced fashion. Within minutes, the man had lowered his mouth onto the bodybuilder's cock and was giving him efficient and tantalizing head. Prime physical specimen that he was, the bodybuilder came in three strong spasms that hit the back of the man's throat. The man licked the cock dry, and the bodybuilder assumed that that was that and his attention went to the new movie showing on the screen. He laughed, because he himself was in the movie now showing, one themed on a Halloween costume party in a haunted house, where he was dressed in Roman military gear and was pursued around the house, caught, and fucked by a guy in a vampire costume.
The bodybuilder wanted to concentrate on the movie, and to admire his own Oscar-quality acting. But the older man didn't leave. He leaned into the bodybuilder, obviously wanting a kiss for a job well done. The bodybuilder took pity on Pops and gave him a short brush of the lips. Or at least that's what he intended to do. But the older man surprised him by forcing his lips open in a wet kiss. The bodybuilder was caught completely off guard, and an intoxicating wash of the man's saliva was swirling around in the bodybuilder's mouth before he knew what was happening. He immediately became woozy and lost much of the sensation in his body. He certainly found that his limbs wouldn't fully respond to his commands, and he fought hard, and unsuccessfully to put two thoughts together.
The man turned out of his seat and knelt in front the bodybuilder. His cape opened and swirled around the two of them, and the bodybuilder got a glimpse that made him think the older man was naked to the waist and seemed to be in pretty good shape for a man pushing fifty.
