Bookstore Peter Pan

Near Home—December, 2017

I never rush into more sex after visiting Derrick and Jacob’s playroom.  I always leave feeling sated. 
 

The next date on my sex calendar was meeting the Professor in Chicago to join him in another round of playing with pornstars.  The night before I was to leave, I was horned with anticipation, and I knew I hadn’t cum for a long time.  I wanted to shoot before meeting his new crop of hot men. 

I went to the bookstore…

It’s pretty sparse on this week night. 

But I am happy on the well worn couch, stroking to porn on the oversized television screen.  There are men around—just not many.  And so far they don’t feel very playful.  One man waits until we are the only two people in the room.  He comes over, kneels and starts to give me head.  Almost instantly, there is a noise outside the door.  He pulls off me in a flash and is going out that same door before the man outside can come in.

The new entry brings an amazing amount of energy into the room.  He makes a beeline to me with a “You need some help here.”  He kneels and begins to give me excellent head.  He seems a very young man in the dim light.  When he pulls off my dick, with a satisfied sigh, and looks up to see if I am pleased, I realize he’s a good deal older.  He is one of those eternally young gay men.  I guess now that I really look at him, he’s late 40’s or even early 50’s.  He has a handsome face which is totally clean shaven.  His hair is immaculately in place.  I find out that he is slim, when he suddenly stands up and drops his pants.  He turns around and positions his ass directly on my wet dick head.

“I need this in my hole again.”

Oh, great.   I don’t remember him.  Before I can sift through possibilities, I am concentrating on the way his ass is squeezing my cock.  He rides me in slow, steady strokes.  He wants the pleasure of the fuck—not the load.  I hold onto his hips and let him do the work.  Over and over.

He stands up, spins and kneels to clean my cock, making appreciative noises deep in his throat.  My head rests on the back of the couch with my eyes closed.  Suddenly my cock feels cold.  I open my eyes.  He has stood up and is pulling up his pants.  And he is gone.

Maybe fifteen minutes later, (and with no other action for me) he bursts through the door.

“My ass can’t get enough of that thing.”

He strips his pants off this time, folds them and tucks them under the couch.  He gets on all fours beside me.  I go to the floor and stick my tongue into his hole.

“Ohhhh, I’d forgotten how much you love to eat my hole.   Rim me, man.”

We are alone in the room—but I swear he’s talking loud enough that if anyone is in the gay cinema, they can hear every word.  But his hole is great.  I love the taste of what my cock has done to him. I rim and spit a ton of saliva into his once tight pucker.  He moans into his arms and keeps pleading for my cock.

Finally, I give it to him again.  I stand up, slap it squarely on his wet ass lips and slide into him.

“Fuck, yeah” he grunts.

I let out a long sigh myself.

I fuck him for a long time.  I fuck him hard enough—that I finally have to stop—afraid that I’m banging his head into the cinderblock wall over the couch back.

I pull out and sit down.  He scrambles to the floor and once again cleans my cock.  Meticulously.   Every inch is scoured with his tongue.

The door opens.  He proudly stays in place—actually seeming to show off for the new man.  And interestingly, it’s the man who ran like a frightened rabbit when he was starting to give me head before.  He stands by us—his eyes riveted to the man at work on my cock.  My cock is deepthroated.  My balls are licked.  My cock head is treated to his tongue as his hand slowly jerks my shaft.

Finally he pulls off.  He doesn’t look at me but at the voyeur.  “You want to suck him?” 

Silence.  

I look at the man, too.  I can see the battle going on behind his eyes.

“You really should,” says the man between my splayed legs.

Suddenly I have two men on their knees in front of me.  They are sharing my dick.  I go from one mouth to the next and back again.  Sometimes both tongues are on me at the same time. One on my cock and one on my balls.  And reverse.

It’s hot.  I love seeing my cock disappear into one man and, moments later, push into another mouth.  They feel really different.  The timid guy’s tongue work is not nearly as proficient.  And his mouth is drier.  But it’s great.  My balls are churning.

“You wanna see him fuck me?” the ageless man says to the man beside him on the floor.

He nods.  A look of awe on his face.

I stand up.  A chair is grabbed—easier for him to see.  The bundle of energy climbs into it, on all fours.  “Stay right there,” he tells the timid guy.  “You’ll see his cock fuck me right at the right level.”

I use my dripping cock to slap his ass again.  I plunge in.  I hold for the merest moment and begin a slow fuck—showing off for our new friend.  His ass is clinging to me now.  I forget about showing off and work on getting off.  I can feel it building soon enough. 

“Fill my ass with your cum.”

This produces a hiss of surprise from the voyeur.  I plow harder and harder.

“Do it,” the voyeur whispers.  “Cum in his ass.”

I don’t need any other encouragement.  I fire into him again and again.

We did talk long enough (after he had cleaned my cock for the voyeur, who wanted none of that) about where we’d met.  He told me it was at the bookstore 140 miles to the north, on the day after a Thanksgiving.  That rang some bells.  But he had no idea how long ago, either….