*Long post warning*

The thing about living in a big city like NYC is that sometimes you'll find random and unexpected dick. This story is about one of the many times it happened to me.

It was late, probably around 3am. I was still working in the restaurant industry so this was normal for us. Get out at 1am, go get drinks afterwards and get drunk as quickly as possible before the bars close at 4.

After getting a pretty hard buzz going, a coworker of mine decided to leave with me so we could take the train together. For reference, he was a little Latino from Ecuador, who definitely had more than enough sugar in his walk to be clocked as femme. So we paid our tabs and headed out to walk to the train.

A block from the train entrance was a boedga (corner store) that was 24 hours, as are most of them in the city. The entrance to the store was on the corner, and as we walked past, there was a stoop that was where the entrance to the apartment building was. As my friend and I walked by, we noticed a man in a white shirt and deli hat sitting on the stoop smoking a cigarette. My friend, being drunk and over the top (as usual) decided to be a little flirt with this guy as we walked buy and said something like "Hey Papi!". The man responded to us "Hey baby". We stopped, looked at each other and immediately turned around to go join him on the stoop.

We didn't get his name, but he was on his break from the bodega. He was a good looking guy. Brown skin, about 5'8, goatee, and barely spoke any English. My friend and I tried to make some small talk with him as we lit a cigarette and he lit another. It was difficult because he couldn't understand what we were asking. Then a lightbulb went off. Google translate!

At some point we were able to figure out that he was Egyptian and spoke Arabic so I opened up the app and started typing things in to show him so he could answer in his broken English as best as possible. It started with innocent questions- How old are you? Do you like it here? Are you married? What it came down to was that he was about mid 30s, loved the US, and not married.

And then, the questions got a little more to the point. Do you like blowjobs? Are you horny? How big is your cock? His answers? Yes, yes and and a hand motion to show us how big his dick was. Jackpot. While this is all going on, my feisty friend had already, somehow worked his way into rubbing this guys bulge discretely as I sat in front of them on the stoop. The Egyptian man told my friend to follow him as he opened the door and took him to the back staircase of the building. As he walked away, I told him to leave some for me.

A few minutes later my friend comes back and we switch. I get to the staircase and the bodega man is standing there with his pants around his ankles, a raging boner sticking straight out and a half smoked cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. He looks at me with that grin and looks down at his cock. I immediately drop to my knees and get to work.

He had a beautiful 6 inch cut cock. Good girth and was rock hard. I wasted no time and throating him and giving him the wettest blowjob I could muster. At one point he stopped me and pulled me up, turned me around and said, in his broken English "I fuck you now." The liquor got the best of me and I let him in for a few pumps. I was hesitant at first but as soon as he was in I couldn't stop. I could feel his entire length slide in as he moaned quietly as not to wake any of the residents upstairs. Smoke billowed up the staircase and over my head as he quickened his pace, slapping his shaved cock and balls against my ass. "Sharmut", he kept mumbling as his cigarette ashes fell on my lower back, burning for a split second but adding to the immense pleasure.

What seemed like forever was probably no more than 10 minutes. He was on a time limit so he had to cum and soon. I could tell he hadn't blown a load or even had sex in a while. And now that I think of it, this could possibly have taken place right after Ramadan, which could be why he was extra horny. But in the end, he gave one last thrust, let out a silenced grunt and unloaded what felt like a massive amount of cum. Luckily, there was a bathroom in the bodega so I could clean up.

After he pulled out and zipped up, he quickly ushered me out the door so he could go back to work through the back door. I went around to the front, saw him at the counter and asked him if I could use the bathroom as if I never had met him. He pointed me over and made no signs of having just gave me his babies. I went in, cleaned up and met my friend back outside.

"Damn did you get fucked or what?" my friend asked.

I just smiled, and he knew. We laughed about it and went to the train to go home. We tried looking for the bodega man again on the same route but never saw him.