Karma

Western Indiana—October, 2017

Today’s post (and the next one) are a few bookstore moments which don’t merit full entries.   They happened on two different evening trips.  Both were at the bookstore closest to where I was staying in Indiana—with the cinema on one side and the gloryholes on the other.

It’s late.  The parking lot is almost empty.  I knew I shouldn’t have come this late in the day. But my cock is being demanding.  He wants attention.  I go in.  I am in luck.  A handsome man around my age, with very pronounced features and dark, wavy hair is sitting and stroking in the theatre.  I sit next to him on the bench and undo my pants.

We eye each other’s erections with side glances.  The porn is not good, so it’s nice that I can glance over and watch his dick instead.  It is just above average and cut.  He holds it very tightly in his fist and barely moves his hand.

“That looks uncomfortable.  Do you want me to suck it?”

He looks surprised.  Then pleased.  He takes his hand away from his cock.  I get on my knees and it’s all over before I get my mouth on him.  He shoots the first shot in my beard.  I dive to capture the rest.  He’s apologetic and runs to the bathroom on the other side.

*****

The taste of cum has made my dick ache for action.  I go to the arcade.  I find the back booth and drop a few tokens.  I watch and stroke.  I have left my door open.  It opens now.  A man in a leather jacket stands in the doorway.  His face is scruffy.  A not very white t-shirt is under the leather.  His eyes are riveted to my dick.  I nod.  He falls to his knees and takes me to the hilt.

Fuck, he’s great.  He loves cock and is hell bent on showing me how much he loves it.  He goes down for my balls, too, leaving them wet and sticky.

He pulls off me.  “You’ve got to fuck me with this thing.”

“You ready for it?”

His answer is to stand up and pull his jeans to his ankles.  He turns and bends.  It’s a pretty butt.  I bend from my seat and lick it.  He pulls away.  “Don’t, man.  Just fuck me.”

Strike one. 

I stand up, lube myself, spit on his hole and enter his cute pucker.  He pushes back to take me all the way in.  His hole is hot. I hold a moment.  I fuck.

Instantly I smell it.  I try to power through.  But it’s impossible.  He had not prepped at all for ass fucking.  I wrap myself in paper towel and spend 10 minutes cleaning myself in the miniscule restroom.

*****

I emerge from the bathroom and tour the arcade.  There is one door closed and locked.  I go back to the theatre.  A big man, 10 to 15 years older than me sits on the built in bench.  He is huffing poppers and playing with a dick that won’t get hard because of them.

I debate.  I end up sitting next to him.  And stroking.

He reaches out a large, soft hand.  I let him fondle my balls.

“That’s some cock.”

“Thanks.”

“May I…?” He leaves it unfinished.   I stand for it would be incredibly hard for him to bend over with his girth.  He leans forward and gives me decent head.  But it’s the look on his face that keeps me standing there and letting him go at it; the happiness that he is actually getting to suck someone’s cock. 

He can’t get enough of my dick.  He is getting me set and slippery.  And without the constant huffing, his own cock has grown to a respectable size.

I finally pull out and kneel in front of him. 

“You don’t have to do that…” he starts, apologetically.

I take him in my mouth.  He reaches for the poppers, but I take them off the bench before he can grab them.  His cock stays hard and wet.  I look up.  The bliss on his face makes me feel really good.  The next time I look up there are tears in his eyes.  He brushes at them with the back of his hand when he catches me looking.  He leans over and pulls my head off him and up so he can whisper in my ear.  “It’s been a long time since...”

I nod and go back to his dick.   He’s close; I can feel it.  I hand him the poppers.  He huffs and blows in my mouth, what is in reality a small load, but it rocks his world.  He grunts and moans and holds my head in place and fucks up into my mouth.  He finally lets go and collapses against the back of the bench.

“I don’t know what to …well, just thank you.”

He does himself up and then turns back from the curtained door.  “Here.  For you.”  He hands me the poppers and goes out of the store.

Instantly the curtains open.  It’s the handsome minute man from the beginning of the night.

“I saw that through the curtain…” he starts to say as he sits next to me.

“Karma,” I tell him.  “I hope when I’m that age I find somebody like me who will still suck my dick.”

He looks at me—obviously never having thought about it, but then nods in agreement.

We end up trading blow jobs until he blows a second load—causing me to shoot between his feet.