Real Guys Doing It.

Jackson--March, 2012

There are times that after long (and good) sex sessions, I’m sated for a couple of days.  And there are times I’m sated for just a couple of hours.  I stayed the night in Detroit after Kevin’s gangbang in a bottle--and fucking in Tom’s loaded ass.  My motel room smelled of men and cum.  I slept soundly for the first time in a week--breathing in the heady aroma--and started back to west Michigan feeling sated and refreshed.  That feeling lasted for the first 60 miles.  I was fucking horned and ready for more by the time I hit Jackson.  I decided to stop at the bookstore--the one with all the sofas and televisions blaring different types of porn.  An early Sunday afternoon--I thought that might be a busy time there.


I was wrong.  Two cars were in the lot.  And one I was sure was the cashiers.  I guess it shows how horned I was--for I went in anyway…


I go down the chipped concrete stairs to the booths before I spend the money on the lounge.  There are two men--where the hell did they park?--loitering around the booths, pretending to look at the boxes of the videos playing.  Neither were interesting to me or vice versa.   I go to the back wall.  One booth is busy--the “Occupied” sign glows in the dim light.  The door is shut.  I touch it carefully.  It stays put.  Locked.  I listen.  I’m fairly sure the guy is alone in there.  I lean against the back wall, staring at nothing.  In moments, I hear sounds of a zipper and belt buckle being fastened.  The door swings open.  A younger guy steps out.  On a busy day, he’d get totally ignored; today he has a cubbish charm.  He looks at me.  Longer than you’re supposed to.  Then takes off up the stairs.  I follow.  He goes into the lounge. I pay the admission, and follow him in.

The  place is deserted.  There is no one in the lesbian porn area, or the transsexual.  Yup.  He’s sitting, pants around his ankles, stroking a fairly hefty cock, while watching the side by side porn screens--one showing straight and the other showing gay.  I sit across from him.

“You suck?”  he asks.  There is no reason to be coy.  No one is here.

I shrug.

“Get me off.”

It’s no surprise that after all the hours of fucking on Saturday that I’m in an oral mood.  I kneel before him, praying he hasn’t used some God awful tasting lube on his cock.  I oval wide--and take him to the root in a swift stroke.

“Jesus.  Do that again and…”  He doesn’t have time to finish the sentence.  He spurts in my mouth.  He pats me on the head, pulls himself together and is gone before I get up off the floor.
And nothing.  No one is around.

I’ve paid enough money for this day pass, I am not about to leave.

I wait.

I get a late lunch.

Still no one is around.

I go out to the car and get my laptop.  I find a table in this old strip club and begin working on the second part of the St Louis orgy post.

Still no one.

I am having fun typing away--remembering Will in the bedroom.

The door swings open.

Quite an old man appears.  He gropes his crotch as he passes me--I’m lit by the laptop.  He goes into the gay/straight room.  He’s gone for awhile.  I keep typing.  He comes and checks out the lesbian porn.  He opens his fly and starts stroking.

Soon he moves around behind me.

Silence.

Then from out of the darkness:  “You really go to an orgy?”

“Yeah.  I write about my sex life.”

“And you fucked a guy?”

I turn slightly to him.  “Yeah, I’ve fucked a guy  before.”

He‘s flogging a pretty limp cock.  “That’s what I want.  I’ve only tried it once. And it hurt like hell.”

“Then you don’t want me.  I’m too big.”

“You got a big one?”

“Yeah.”  I open my picture file on the computer.  I show him the picture of my cock that is on the masthead of this blog.

“Wow!”

“Thanks.”

“You got pictures of you fucking?”

“Yeah.”  I click open another file.  It’s a series of pictures of me taking my first raw ass. There is a picture for every inch of my cock going in.  And pulling out.  And of me licking the cummy mess of his hole.  (The cameraman--the third in a three-way-- had had a great time detailing it all.)

“Jesus.  That’s hotter than anything in here.  That’s what I like.  Real guys doing it.”  He is erect now and stroking.  He can’t take his eyes off my pics.  “Shit, you’re gonna make me make a mess.”

For what ever reason I turn around, more to keep it off the back of my shirt than attraction.  I am just in time.

I didn’t let him make a mess at all.