"Give Me What I Need"

Northwest Indiana—October, 2018

On my first full day off from my temporary job in Indiana, I went to the bookstore where I love to spend a good four hours or so.  This one is very oral.  And I was in the mood to suck cock. 

This is the location that has a viewing area in a back room to the sales area.  To enter you go through a thin curtain. There is a restroom to the left.  Beyond it are four viewing stations.  The televisions are mounted on the wall and ancient couches are set up for comfortable (?) viewing. One is showing straight porn. Next to it is a Trans area.  The bi-sexual and gay screens are on the opposite wall.  You can easily sit in one area and see the other screen on your wall, or, if you turn a little more, anywhere in the room.  Many men take advantage of this; they can sit in a non-gay area, but watch the action on that screen. 

It is usually an older crowd.  And when I’m in a cocksucking mood that is just fine by me.

I pay my money, get my frequent admission card stamped and head in.  I piss and make the choice to sit in the gay area.  There is a man in the Trans area, getting head from an older man.  They stop when I came through the curtain, and once again when I came out of the restroom, but they are back at it now.  Though it seems to me that there is more talking than sucking.

I stroke to adequate, condomed porn.  I actually find myself watching the bi-sexual screen where they seem to be having more fun performing raw.  Fairly soon, the cocksucker comes over to scope out my dick.

“Can I suck that?”

I tell him to give me a some stroke time, but he can in a little bit.

He’s back in two minutes.  “Ready?”

It’s easier to agree.  I let him kneel and take me into his mouth.  And he’s horrible.  His teeth constantly latch on to the head of my cock.  I finally have to stop him and beg off.  He goes off to sit alone in the straight area.  I look across the room and make eye contact with his earlier victim.  We grin sheepishly at each other and shrug.

More guys arrive.  The one who sits in a chair near me is in his sweats.  He’s mid 40’s and incredibly hairy—everywhere.  He looks like the gym teacher I lusted after in middle school.  The other is an older man in shorts.  He somehow unsnaps a series of fasteners and his shorts become a short skirt.  He opens his shirt to reveal a tight, hot pink tank top.  He goes off to the Trans area.

The gym teacher and I eye each other.   We are on the edge of hot sex, when the curtain opens.  It is a college aged kid.  The youngest I’ve ever seen here.  His Norte Dame ball cap covers short brown hair.  He’s about 5’7” and decently built.  He sits next to me on the couch in the gay area and opens his jeans.  He pulls out a very hard seven incher, with a big mushroom head.  He doesn’t even have time to start stroking it before the crowd descends.  The Gym Teacher slides across the floor and begins giving him head.  The guy in the skirt, leans over the back of the couch and begins unbuttoning the guy’s shirt.  The other two men come over and watch.  I catch the young guy’s eye.  He’s cool with all the attention.  He pulls me by the neck for me to lick his now exposed nipples.  He must like what I’m doing with my tongue.  He guides me to the other one and then he applies enough pressure for me to get the idea to go lower.  I lick my way down to his treasure trail and the forest of his tightly curled pubes. 

The Gym Teacher gives way.  I take over the cock sucking as GT licks the boy’s balls.  I am at a really bad angle to get any depth on his cock.  I slide off the couch.  Surprisingly, GT gives way totally—and then I see why.  He has shot his load at the young man’s feet.  I kneel to the side of the puddle of cum.  The college kid has to stand up to get to my mouth.  He pushes into me and sighs for the first time. He lets me do all my tricks, murmuring when something feels particularly good.  It doesn’t take him long to shoot.  Spurt after spurt are fired onto the back of my tongue.

He thanks me nicely and takes off, taking half the crowd with him.  I don’t even get off my knees before the man who had had to suffer the bad cock sucker sticks his cock into my mouth.  He unloads in me in no time and takes off, too.

A new arrival.  A gray haired man in a suit.  I remember him from last year when I was here.  As does he, me.  He sticks a very soft, uncut cock in my mouth.  It doesn’t stay that way very long.

I stroke all alone for a bit.

And who should come through the door but Don and Reid.  Did I tell them I was coming here?  No, they seem as surprised as I am—and just as pleased.  Don and I kneel together on the floor and take turns on Reid’s fat, hooked dick.  He soon leaves us to get some head from a new arrival.  Don climbs up on the couch, kneeling on the seat, arms on the back, presenting me with his full ass.   I bury my face in his butt.  He groans.  Reid comes over and gives Don his cock to suck from behind the couch.  Once again Don has both his holes under attack.  I wonder if he’s prepared for a fuck, knowing he often doesn’t bother for bookstores…but that was before he began coming here with his partner. 

I don’t have to wonder for long.  Don pulls off Reid’s dick and breathlessly says:  “Fuck me!”

I stand up and push into his hole.  I fuck him, hard, trying not to make enough noise that people in the sales department will hear.

Two more guys have arrived when I was busy, with my face in Don’s ass.  They stand next to Reid and watch the live sex show.  Eventually Reid let’s one of them take over on his dick.  I pull out of Don and flop down on the couch.  He moves to straddle me and then lowers himself onto my cock.

I grunt my approval.  Don is now jerking his dick as he rides me.  It doesn’t take long.  He stands up and shoves his erupting dick into my mouth.  I swallow his seed. 

The guys take off—I don’t know if Reid has shot or not.

I move around to watch the other two screens, alone in the place for bit.

One man comes in but is not looking for anything.

I consider going home.  Others filter in, but nothing as exciting as the men I’ve had.

Another arrives.  A hot, hairy young dad.  He sits on the bi-sexual couch.  His sweatshirt comes off.  His jeans open, displaying a nice, thick cock.  I sit on a chair next to his couch.  I stroke.  He watches.  He pats the cushion next to him, for me to move over.  I do.  His left hand goes around my cock as his right stays on his.  He jacks them in tandem.

“You suck?” he asks.

I nod. 

He pushes his jeans down to his ankles.  “Give me what I need,” he mumbles.

I figure this will be a fast one.  But no.  He loves my mouth, but has great staying power.  I lick his balls—and below them, almost to his hole.  As my tongue goes back up his shaft, my finger plays around his asshole.  He groans and precums like crazy.

“I want to try sucking you.” 

I look up, and begin to rise.

“But I can’t.”

He stands up, while at the time holding me in place on my knees.  He sticks his cock back in my mouth.  He begins a face fuck.  Moaning and telling me to take it.  Faster and faster.

He shoots.  One strong blast and the rest dribbles out.  He pushes me away as I try to clean him up.

I am ready to blow myself.  I’ll be damned if I’ll do it on the linoleum squares.  I move around the couch and interrupt a man giving head to an older guy. 

“Please take my load.” 

He dives for it and gets every drop…