Better than Porn

Jackson--December, 2011

Christmas was easier than I feared it might be with all the family issues I’ve been dealing with during the last few months. But I was really feeling that combination of more than enough family and no sex by the end of the five days. I had the quick motel playtime, but that was like all those Christmas cookies--only satisfying for a moment. I drove home. An hour into the trip, I detoured into Jackson to the adult bookstore where I had played on Halloween. A decent number of cars, and it was just before lunch hour. I took both as good signs and went in…

　
The girl on girl video nook is empty. So is the straight station. As is the transsexual one. Even the gay and straight vids showing side by side have no one watching them. Where is everyone? There were at least 5 cars parked out in the gravel and mud.

I go back out into the deserted store and down grimy steps into the arcade. I find them all there. Not doing anything. Just five assorted types of middle aged men milling about in the corridor, desperately pretending to be studying the big board showing all the videos playing that week. I try to make eye contact with one guy. He avoids me. Actually no one will look at me. I go back upstairs, sit in the gay/straight double screen room on the cleanest looking couch and open my fly. I don’t really stroke. I just knead my mound of cock and balls. Eventually guys filter in. No one from downstairs comes up--and that’s just fine. I get some good head. And some that is all teeth.

Food sounds better than bad head. I leave for a quick lunch.

When I get back, there are maybe four or five guys in the combo area. One I recognize from my last time there. He’s pretty average looking, but it’s a bigger than average cock he‘s stroking. He says hello and asks if I’ll suck him off as he has to leave. The act of my kneeling in front of this man makes everyone in the room take their dicks out. He tastes great. I can just take him to the root without cutting off my air. He’s a copious pre-cummer. I swallow and swallow. Soon I pull off and lick his balls. That does it. I have to move fast to catch his cum. But I do, his dress shirt is not stained. He mops up and gets up, leaving little pieces of napkin clinging to his cock.

I do not even have a chance to get off the floor before a hot daddy type comes over and just shoves his cock in my mouth. I have little work to do for him. He just grunts and gives me his stringy load.

And then nothing. I make the circuit. I go downstairs. A cute 30 something guy is there. I surmise he’s ducked the wife while doing gift returns. He eyes me longingly, but won’t make the move.

I go back upstairs. Soon that same young husband joins me on my couch. His need has gotten the best of him. He pulls out a thickening cock. He strokes it. He won’t let me suck it. But I can lick his balls. I do. They are big, heavy and hairy. A nice match to a short but fat cock. As I move to licking his taint I can feel the weight of his testicles on my face. I work back up. Carefully worshipping each orb. He’s jerking fast. I can sense he’s close. I lick upwards to the base of his cock.

He’s breathing heavy. Then ever so softy says, “Suck it…”

My tongue goes right up the column of hot flesh. I lick the crown and take it in my mouth. I start to sink down--and he shoots the biggest load I’ve had in months. No Christmas sex for him…

After his last spurt, he stands, tucks and races out of the room.

I wait. And wait.

And in walks Manny--the thin Hispanic bottom I fucked last time I was here. We kiss. He gets down to work on me, since the young husband has me dripping and ready. He is unbuttoning and pulling off clothes as he keeps me in his mouth. Finally he has to stop to get out of shoes and push the pants all the way off.

I have him kneel on the couch, so I can kneel on the floor. His ass tastes great, but I’m in him fast. We are fucking hard and long in the deserted room. The fuck sounds attract a trucker. He sits in an arm chair and strokes. I pull Manny up from holding onto the back of the couch and bend him onto the trucker’s cock. I re-insert.

“Both ends, yeah,” says the trucker.

Manny works both his mouth and ass expertly. Squeezing me, repeatedly deep throating the other man. The trucker announces his cum. And I’m able to time mine so it’s all but simultaneous. I hold onto him, still pumping, pushing my cum as deep as I can into Manny’s gut.

I notice a man in the door, stroking. “Now,” he says, “that’s why I come here. You guys are better than the porn”

I glance at the screen. And silently agree.