Final Fling at the New Bookstore

Eastern Illinois—December, 2019

My job in western Indiana was winding down.  On my last day off, I tried, unsuccessfully, to find a hot man to unload in.  On the spur of the moment I decided to head to the new bookstore I’d found in eastern Illinois.  I was determined to have at least some sort of play on my birthday…

I arrive later than usual.  I have missed the lunch time ‘rush.’  I am on the edge of missing any men stopping in after work.  I pay my admission and go through the one door that leads to both theatres.  No one is in the gay theatre.  Two men are watching the straight video.  I sit there.  The porn is nasty enough to be interesting.  I take out my cock and stroke.

I am being actively cruised by a man sitting on the side wall opposite me.  I even inspire him to stop kneading his crotch and to take his cock out, once the other man in the room leaves.  I feel pretty confident that something will happen—until the outside door opens and a new man walks in.  My admirer’s cock disappears the moment he hears the door—and he disappears the moment he sees who it is entering the space.

I sigh, before looking at the new arrival.  He is a well dressed man in a suit (clothes I would not wear here.)  He is likely my age with a full head of grey hair.  His shoes are so well polished they catch the light from the big screen television.  He glances at my cock and walks right by me.  He goes around the corner of the low wall to the side section.  Over the wall, he watches the screen—and me—in a nice back and forth movement of his head.  I wait until I hear his zipper go down before I join him.

I stand in front of him.  His soft hand finds my cock.  I really want him to kneel on the grimy floor in that expensive suit and suck my dick.  He strokes me once or twice and then his hand goes to my shoulder.  I feel the slight pressure of his hand.  I kneel and find a very average, but very hard dick.  I take him into my mouth.  I spend less than a minute on him before he dribbles out his load.  I clean him up, but he still takes a white handkerchief from his pocket and wraps his cock in it before putting it away.  He pats my shoulder and leaves.

I am alone for a long time.

Two men come in.  One goes right to the gay section, so I only hear him, but don’t see him.  The other comes in and stands near me.  He is my age, short, slightly chunky, and has the biggest smile on his face when he sees my cock.  He gropes himself before he comes over to me. 

“Come to the bathroom,” he whispers.

I don’t want to play in there…but I go down the short hall.  I shut and lock the door behind me.  The light is blinding after the darkness of the theatre.  He has dropped his pants.  A nice sized cock is poking out from his shirttails.  He waddles over, with the trousers around his ankles and kneels.  He gives good head.  Enthusiastic and varied.  He pulls off me and looks at my cock.  “Fuck me,” he says.

I ask if he’s prepped.  He says yes.  I help him up and he leans against the sink.  I hunker down and am just about to rim his ass when he reaches behind himself and smears the foulest smelling lube down his ass crack and into his hole that I have ever come across.  I stand up and just stick my dick in him.

The issue is not his cleanliness—that seems to be great—but he is so short, I am doing deep knee bends to fuck him.  But it sure is working for him.  He grunts and fists his thick cock.  “Fuck, yes!” he grunts.  “Plow me hard.”

I keep it up as long as my legs can take it.  I finally have to pull out and step to one side.

“Shit, I am so close,” he announces.  I kneel and take his cock in my mouth just as he blasts a major load.  The moment he comes down from shooting he is all embarrassment.  I leave to let him get cleaned up in peace.  But not until after I wash that foul lube off my cock.

*****

The man in the gay cinema has vanished during our time in the bathroom. 

I sit in there as a new movie is playing—(and no one is in the straight theatre.)

I stroke for about 15 minutes.  Alone.  I am on the edge of leaving and taking myself out for a nice birthday dinner.

The door opens.  I hear the new guy check out the straight side, utter a vocal grunt of disgust and walk in this direction.  It’s the talker—from the last time I was here.  The one who reviewed the technique of the men and women in the porn.  And the director.  And the décor.  And how he could do it better.  He goes behind the low wall and leans on it.

“He sure can take it,” he says, watching an adorable 20-something get fucked by a daddy type on a frilly bed.

I can’t listen to it all a second time.  I stand up and cut to the chase.  “Good to see you again,” I say as I kneel next to him.  This literal shocks him—but also arouses him.  I unzip his pants and take out his semi-hard.

“I thought I recognized you,” he says as his cock goes in my mouth.

He has a short fuse.  He has one moment of taking control and fucking my face before he blows.  At least it’s the biggest load of the day.

He does himself up and leaves.

I wait 15 minutes.  If no one comes in, I tell myself, I’ll leave.

In no time I am in my car and in search of my promised birthday dinner and settling into a good book while I wait for it.