A Young Jock

Saginaw Bay--April, 2012


When my hard drive imploded—or whatever it is they do—I lost the details I’d jotted down of the three sexual episodes in April I had not yet written up.  All were before CLAW.  One was a group in Northern Indiana.  It was certainly an enjoyable morning, mostly dominated by a voracious Black bottom who could not get enough of me.  The host and I even double fucked him.  But I also remember it for two participants who wouldn’t have sex but talked loudly the entire time, causing the 4 or 5 of us who were fucking to finally ask them to stop and/or leave.  There was also a gorgeous young man who took my cock (and almost my load) who told me he wanted to see me one on one so he could give in to his more extreme longings.  He was online the next day.  We talked.  We had a lot in common.  We set a tentative date to meet away from everyone else.  And he’s never been online again.

The second encounter was with the Breeder’s older brother.  He came out from Detroit to the playroom.  It was far more than just a joining of hot flesh.  And I think that’s all I will say about that…

And then there is this one.  Some of the details of earlier in the night are lost in the fog of a lot of other sex.  But the main event is indelible…


I walk over to the bookstore from my cheap motel.  No, my really cheap motel.  I am up in the Saginaw Bay area of Michigan for Easter.  I've come up the day before to see what trouble I can get into. I've already been out to a cruisy park--but it has been neutered--all the vegetation by the shore has been cleared and a toilet leveled.  I'm hoping the bookstore is as hot as it's been on other visits.


It is a squat building, right downtown.  The is no real indication what it is on the outside of the mostly cinder block structure.  Inside are rows and rows of discs to rent, a smattering of magazines and, behind a dutch door, the arcade and 2 theaters.  Here you pay just one admission and you can spend as much time as you need in the back area.  I take my half a ticket from the greasy looking proprietor and head back.  It's just before 8pm.  A good four hours to play before I should head back to my dingy room--and six hours before the bookstore closes...


I check the gay theater.  A theater, if you use the term very loosely:  a wide screen television is mounted on the wall with about 10 chairs--that stack-able, plastic type of lawn chair--scattered around, vaguely in two rows.  No one is there.  I check the straight theater.  It's set up the same way, but there are three rows of the once white seats.  A couple guys are watching the screen and watching each other.  One has his cock out and is openly beating off.


I go around a corner, past a bathroom and make the circuit of private booths.  It's a typical arcade set up, each booth has a screen and bench, just big enough for two people.  There are about 16 of them--the odd numbered ones show gay flicks and the even numbered booths show straight videos.  No gloryholes.  No need for them, since sex happens pretty openly in the booths or theaters.  


I make the rounds a second time.  I watch some straight porn from the hallway, looking into one of the booths. I go back to the straight theater and sit in the back row.  The two men have gone and I'm alone.  I unbutton, pull out my cock and stroke a little.  The movie is not very good...but I am hard.  It just feels like it's going to be a good night.  I am very aware of hearing the entrance door open and shut repeatedly--the troops are arriving--all needing to get off before we face the family holiday tomorrow.


The door opens.  A trio of guys stream in.  They look at my cock as they pick a seat.  Then quickly look away and study the screen with great intensity--as if we are showing Battleship Potemkin and they need to catch up on what they've missed.  No one opens their fly, or even gropes themselves.  I make a show of standing, struggling to get my hard cock back in my pants, and excuse myself. 


I look into the gay theater.  I interrupt a blow job.  A younger man is being serviced by a well preserved Daddy type.  I sit in front of them so as not to disturb them.  Soon I hear the younger man stand back up.  He cums fast.  I get my first load of the night sucking the sucker.


I play a long time with a body builder.  It's all oral and neither of us can ever quite get off.


I let another Daddy type suck me.  He wants to eat my ass.  We try---but it's very cramped in the booth.


I do a lot of show off stroking in the theaters.  It seems to encourage others to unzip as the evening wears on.  


I know there's more that I really don't remember now...


Before you know it, it's almost 1:00am.


And this young jock walks in. 


Up to now there were a couple of young dad types, but it's been a very mid-40's evening.  This young man seems barely legal to me--but I know the clerk asks for ID.  He looks like he is straight from the bench at the high school football game--bulging shoulders, barrel chested, thick neck.  He's dressed in a tight t-shirt and jeans.  He makes a bee line for the straight theater.  He sits by himself in the middle row of chairs.  His hand is  kneading his bulge instantly.  


The crowd --maybe 20 guys now--all have to step into the room to gawk.  Some offer their services.  He's polite--just a quick shake of his head.  Others sit on all sides of him and stare.  Some stroke.  His eyes never leave the screen.  I take one last glance, and go back for round two with the bodybuilder.  This time, finding out his nipples are like ignition switches, he shoots a load down my throat.


I check back into the straight theater.  There are maybe ten men in the room.  The footballer is still seated in the middle.  Guys are sitting on all sides of him, leaving a chair between them.  All the men are stroking now--they are all watching him beating off while he is staring rigidly at the screen, with just an occasional sideways glance.  I stay pressed against the wall.  The man to the right of the footballer looks like he once played himself--25 years ago.  He's big boned, with big muscles that are on the edge of going soft.  He cranes forward to look at the young man's cock, then leans back showing off a fat slab of dick with a mushroom head.  I move along the wall so I'm behind the older man.  He senses me behind him and turns to look at me.  I smile and incline my head slightly toward his cock.  He nods.  I move around, kneel and swallow him down.


The room is galvanized.  Men stand up in the back row.  The footballer turns and openly stares at us.  The man to his left stands and spews jizz on the floor, just missing the footballer's knees.  I am working the crown of my man's cock with my tongue, then slowly sinking down to the root.  He is squirming.  I know he's ready to blow.  I glance at the boy again.  His eyes are wide--he can't believe I'm doing this so close to him.  I feel a massive hand on the back of my head pushing me down.  I swallow his shaft--opening my throat as best I can.  


He grunts.  And spews a huge load.  


It is so obvious that he's cumming and I'm swallowing his jizz.  Not that I have a choice, with his hairy paw holding me in place.  I can just see the footballer stroking his cock from where I am.  He's ready to shoot.  I can tell.  The hand lets go of my head.  I come up for air.  I stand.  My cock springs out of my open fly.  The footballer gasps at the sight of it--and shoots.  I take one step towards him, stroke my cock twice and shoot right on the floor at his feet--our jizz puddling together into one big pool of raw seed...