The Audience: Gabe in ELA, Pt. 01

"So I wanna know your inspiration for some of the stuff you write," Gabe said to me.

"Like, what really makes you tick. What makes you come up with the oddest scenarios, and you just put words together to get these guys pretty hot. Are you plagiarizing? Are you using AI, to get us off? There's no way, absolutely no way, you're able to pump out two thousands to get me as hard as you do."

Gabe read six of my stories posted on Literotica before finding the courage to give feedback.

"I feel as if some of these stories are talking about me," said the 67-year-old.

"Old Latino slut from California who loves sucking cock. Insatiable bottom who loves getting fucked. That's me all day."

I had a few entries that mirrored his description. One in particular that stuck out the most to him, was one where East Los Angeles being the backdrop.

"You have no business being on point like you are," he told me, as I featured certain areas specifically as the setting.

I joked about the King Taco on Third, and even mentioned a Mexican food truck that was parked on Olympic, just past the 710. I explained that most of the stories I wrote reflected on places where I once roamed, or visited in my 39 years of living.

"You ever get back to Los Angeles," he asked in return, as he wanted to study me in person.

"I feel as if you're writing of your own experiences."

"I could be," I countered, going back and forth with Gabe in the late night hours on a Saturday.

"If anything you write is even remotely close to being real, I want to see you in person," he replied.

I laughed at the possibility of meeting an audience member, and turning him out.

"I'm absolutely, positively serious," he added.

I lived in Los Angeles for seven years for a marketing firm, as its head branch was located downtown. I settled on a small, two bedroom off Arizona Avenue in East Los Angeles, just 20 minutes from where the firm was located. While writing to Gabe, I would rattle off names of local eateries (Manuel's, Lowboy's, etc.), and key streets where I used to shop locally for merchandise (Whittier Boulevard, Montebello Mall). The more I spilled, the more he kicked himself for not having the chance to be an experience I could write about.

"I would've loved to have been featured in your stories," he messaged.

"By the way, my name is Gabe."

"I'm Alex," I replied, before we got into specifics about stats.

"67-year-old insatiable bottom. I'm married to Lina, have been for 43 years. We have three children. Seven grandchildren. I'm a retired steelworker," he told me.

"39-year-old. Single. A gold star, who oddly likes watching straight porn. I'm a marketing agent who likes to write gay erotica, and I live in Norfolk, Virginia," I told him.

"Virginia? Oh man, you're so far," he replied as he seemed dejected. "What do I gotta do to get you back out here to service my daddy pussy?"

He initially thought I was closer, as in San Francisco, or San Diego. He'd share his phone number, and I called right away as I was hard as we talked on the phone.

"I've never done this," I said to him.

"Good, then that means we're destined to meet one time," he said, as he sounded as if he was a little occupied.

"I've got one of my plugs in my ass, and I'm jacking off after reading one of your stories."

He shared.

"The wife and the grands are asleep, and all I want right now is to be a character in one of your stories."

I ended up freestyling a narrative that contained suggestive sounds, and a voice mimicking that of a top having his way with the characters.

"Legs in the air as he works out papi's hole," I uttered as if he was the "papi" and I was the top. Gabe ended up putting me on speaker as he needed to put the phone down to fully play with himself.

"You like it," I asked, and he could only answer with moans as he was fully enjoying himself.

I loved the idea of getting a guy off live with having real time conversation as I spit my narrative. I took Gabe to a place he had never been through, as I tortured him enough for him to release a strand of jizz in his own setting. Hearing his faint, but deep whimpers let me know his body was shaking as his cock spit its contents on the floor.

"Sweet Jesus mijo," he said to me before we hung up.

I myself became excited as I pictured the horny Gabe being a short, stout Mexican daddy. I had my fair share when I was living in Los Angeles, and wondered if he would be another until he made me confirm two months later. He sent me photos of him, both clothed and unclothed, from the neck down, as he had me on fire. I sent full fledged photos of myself as he made me hot, for I loved older, Latino men. Gabe claimed he was 67, and carried a body to prove it with his hairy chest, and semi hairy belly and ass. He shared a photo that revealed his dark hole "smiling" as it was stretched by two hands that weren't his own.

"Two Palm Springs buddies who fucked me," he claimed, and I became even more turned on as he enticed me discussing his escapades.

"I can't wait to get my hands on you," I responded as now I was locked in to see this man.

He'd eventually share face photos as he defied age with his clean shaven head, and thin, salt and pepper goatee. Gabe had the best looking bedroom, brown eyes, that complimented his brown toned skin. He was handsome, a surefire catch to play with as he was exactly what I liked in men.

"I'll catch an Uber from the airport to the motel," I said to him the morning of my flight out of Norfolk.

We kept in touch in between time, and agreed that I needed a mini vacation in Los Angeles that would include me being deep in his ass.

"You will not catch an Uber, and I will be at the airport circling until you call me to grab you," Gabe replied.

I took off from Norfolk at 6 a.m. on a Friday, with a connection in Phoenix that would include a two hour layover. I was texting Gabe at 1:30 p.m. California time, letting him know where I was standing, so he could pick me up as promised. A midnight blue SUV would park in front of me two minutes later with its lights flashing, and a smiling Gabe in the driver's seat, who was eager to jump out and hug me.

"This is probably the craziest thing I've ever done," he said to me.

He grabbed my bag, and I echoed his words for I never flew across the country to meet a fan. His SUV was clean, and reeked of the same "Black Ice" fragrance I used in my pickup. He had mariachi music playing, before he switched it to Luther Vandross (he assumed as a black man, I loved rhythm and blues. He was right) on his radio. We cruised from the airport, before making it to the 405, heading south, with traffic heavy, but moving for once as I recalled the 405 always being backed up.

"You seem to still have your bearings," he said to me, as "So Amazing" blared through his speakers.

"So tell me more about yourself!"

We led on about each other, with me speaking mostly about my career, and how I entertained moving back to California. His right hand made its way to my crotch, where he found a hardened penis pulsating through the fabric. He kept his eyes on the road while managing to get his hand on my oozing tip. He triple tasked as he navigated the busy highway, listened to me, and pulled his hand out to lick my precum before pulling off at the exit for I-710.

"Your cock tastes good," he said, as we were soon heading east.

The 710, with its truck-heavy presence, was pretty much locked with all the traffic. He made me tell him another story, then he pulled at the cuff of my shorts as he wanted me to pull them down completely.

"I wanna see it," he told me.

"Pull it out, and let me see, mijo."

I did what he asked as we encountered a stand still in traffic. We were in the far right lane, and he looked in his rear view mirror, then to his left blind side before he raised the armrest. What he did next took my breath away, as he leaned over to my hard dick between his lips. He kissed the tip, then pushed his head up and down on my shaft as his official introduction. He gave me head for a cool minute before stopping, and raising his head to wipe his lips while praising how I tasted it.

"I can't wait for the hotel," he said, just as the traffic started moving.

We ended up getting off at the Alondra Boulevard exit, and headed towards the city of Paramount when he made a couple of turns. He led us behind a busy shopping center, then backed in beside a dumpster, where he'd direct me to recline my seat. I was reluctant to get sucked off in public, but he assured me no one would bother us.

"Mijo, we're good," he said. "I can't wait to get my hands on this cock anymore."

I reclined, and spread my legs while looking around constantly as he began to please me. Gabe's experienced mouth was like ice to a wound, with him bobbing his head up and down, while slurping at my little man. Gabe scoured my nine inch penis from tip to base, licking at the vein lines, and easing his head with the curved stature. He applied the right amount of pressure through his jaw, and I forgot to keep lookout of any unsuspecting visitors.

"Papi," I cried out.

"Si, mijo," he wailed, right before he went lower to lick these balls of mine.

He uttered what appeared to be dirty Spanish as he tongue bathed my sensitive nuts. My feet were now on the dash, and my hands at the back of his shiny head as he seemed to love teasing my nuts the most. He licked them, then sucked them as he took one in his mouth at a time, before going back to sucking dick. He learned how much of a precummer I could be when he played with my balls.

"Love this sweet cum," he told me, and commenced blowing me to get me off.

I opened my eyes, and looked around to see we were still safe. Gabe's head went up and down as he applied a combination of his tongue, and his lips to my manhood. I laid my head back, and enjoyed the moment for I was struggling trying to keep from coming. I was moaning, whimpering, damn near crying as he sucked me, and tugged lightly at my balls. He moaned louder than me at my intervals of being verbal, to the point where I felt myself getting close. He, too, knew I was on the brink as he increased his suction.

"Gabriel," I cried out.

"Si mijo," he whispered between slurps.

"Gabriel, papi, I'm gonna shoot," I warned him as he was relentless in his pursuit of cum.

"Oh shit! Gabriel, baby, I think I'm gonna cum right here."

I was almost afraid to let loose while Gabe didn't care. He kept at it, and got the prize he was waiting for as I wailed loud enough for the entire city to hear. I couldn't measure how much cum I lost since Gabe swallowed it all. My body was shivering while his lips were at my base, cum shooting down his throat until he pulled away from me. When I finished, he still managed to lick the tip, then looked up at me, sweating and smiling as he'd gotten this writer off.

"Oh baby, I couldn't wait another second," he said as he raised his upper body.

"Fuck that was good. You want lunch?"

I laughed, and told him that he had his, and there was no need for us to eat. He brushed off my comment, and we'd head to a taco truck that wasn't too far. We nabbed vittles, then he took me to the Knights Inn in Pico Rivera, where I'd lay for the next three days. He'd leave briefly as he had to handle some personal business, but promised to see me that evening, with the opportunity to get a crack at his sweet ass.

"I'm very tight," he warned.

And I planned to loosen him up for we went through great lengths to make this happen.

Stay tuned.