Sunday Afternoon at the Bookstore, Part Two: Fucking Ass

Near Home—September, 2018

(This picks up right after the last entry.  Click here if you haven’t read it.)

The man with the PA lets me get every drop of jizz out of his dick.  Once I rock back on my heels, he pulls himself together rather rapidly and leaves.  In fact, the entire room empties.  I am left alone with good porn and the sweet taste of cum in my mouth.

I stroke alone for maybe five minutes.  The door opens.  It’s a ginger cub I have fucked in the past.  He’s medium height, good looking, and will be a true bear in a few years/pounds.  He has a great smile.  One that brightens when he sees me and says:  “Finally.  Somebody that actually wants to have sex.”

He falls to his knees, between my spread and welcoming ones.  He gives good head—but I know it’s just a warm up.  He pulls off me and looks me in the face.  “Fuck me with this beauty.” 

I nod and he stands up and drops his shorts.  He knows the drill—he grabs a chair and kneels on it, presenting me with his mounds of hairy ass flesh framed in a blue jock.  I sink to my knees and bury my face in his crack.  He groans and reaches back to pull his cheeks apart.  My tongue stabs his pucker.  It’s seen no action today—it’s tight and tastes of soap.  I work him open, fucking him with my tongue. 

“Fuck me man.  Shove that raw cock up my ass.”

I spit one last time on his hole and stand up.  I enter him—just the head—to let him get the feel of me.  He’ll have none of that.  He pushes back, impaling himself on my rigid cock.  I throw out any thoughts of finesse and fuck him hard.

He groans.  “That’s it.  That’s what I need.  Fuck!” 

He’s loud enough that the girl at the counter must be able to hear us.

I slap his ass.  It sounds really loud in the enclosed room.  I do it again…and he shoots.  All over the chair.  I feel his ass spasm around my driving dick, but I am not close to shooting in him.

He pulls off me, thanking me for giving him just what he wanted.  I give him a napkin to wipe his dick as he has nothing.  He pulls up his pants as I move the cum covered chair up to the front of the theatre where it likely won’t be used.  He thanks me again and moves to the door.

It opens.  A hot younger man enters.  The cub gives him a big nod “yes” as he leaves.

The young guy comes up to me.  “You fuck with that thing?”

I’m thinking he knows the answer—he’s ridden it before in this very room.  He starts stripping.  Everything comes off but athletic socks.  He has a body you want to show off.  He’s somewhere in his late 30’s or early 40’s.  5’ 7”, gym built and discretely tatted— which confirms my memory of having had my dick in him before.  He doesn’t bother to suck me.  He just leans against the back of one of the chairs presenting to me an ass worthy of a porn star.  I kneel again on the hard floor and get his ass crack wet.  He’s had no action either.  Is the arcade really full of just bottoms?  I slobber all over his pucker.  He groans, but at a much more discrete volume than his predecessor. 

“That feels great—but fuck me, man.”

I haven’t spent nearly the time I’d like to in here, but I stand up.  I lube my dick a little, as I don’t think I have anywhere near enough spit in him.  I push in my engorged head and hold.  He does the same damn thing—he pushes back on me, spearing himself with every inch I have to offer.

“FUUUUCK!”

I grin—I love it when a guy’s eyes are bigger than their ass.  I let him get adjusted for a fraction of a second and begin to fuck him.  He is manhandling his dick underneath me.

“You like this ass?” he grunts out.  “I don’t let just anybody fuck it.”

I say nothing to that.  But slap his much more muscled butt cheek.  This causes a flurry of stroking.  I can feel he’s going to blow any time. I’d like to put my DNA in this butt—so I speed up my strokes.

The tatted man splatters the tile with his seed.  Splat after splat hits the stained linoleum.  “Take it out.  Please.”

I’m not close enough to keep going against his wishes.  I reluctantly pull out of him.  This one pulls out a red bandana to mop up his drooling dick.   He gets dressed slowly.  Bending nicely to show off the wet ass I just had…

*****

I’m alone for a bit.  The movie ends and is replaced with something far too twinkie and latexed.  I go next door.  The room is just as empty, but the porn is at least uncovered.  I sit on the well used couch.  The door opens—it’s the bald older man with who I started the afternoon.  He takes over from my hand—not minding the flavor of some leftover ass juice on my dick.

The door opens.  It’s another cub I’ve played with before here.  African American, 30-ish, hairy and always horny.  Without missing a beat he takes out his thick cock and offers it to me.  I lean and suck him as the older man continues on me.

Soon my sucker comes up for air.  I push him onto the dick I’ve gotten wet.  We share it.  Soon the Black Cub goes down on me.  I suck the older guy.  All three of us are very content.

The door opens.  A college kid I’ve never seen before comes in.  Dark hair, good looks, and as he drops his pants, a nicely rounded, hairless ass.  He seems to know the Black Cub.  The college kid kneels on the couch, next to us, ass out and ready.  The Black Cub spits on the kid’s hole and enters him raw.  He fucks him with his thick dick.  I move around and watching the dick plow into the young flesh, relishing the color contrast.

“Your turn.”

I spit on my dick and on the kid’s hole.  I push my longer dick into him. 

He grunts at the new invasion.  I fuck him.  Slowly.  Then harder.

The older man is cleaning the Black Cub’s cock. 

“I have to cum.”  The Black Cub pulls out of the cocksucker’s mouth and I pull out of the kid.  The BC pushes in and unloads in the hot ass.  He holds a moment, letting his cock empty.  He pulls out.  The older man gets the last drop of cum out of the Black Cub.  My cockhead swipes up a drop of cum escaping from the college kid’s ass.  I push it into him and begin a deliberate fuck.

“Cum in me, too!” he pants.  “Please.”

It’s all I need after all the play today.  I fire a heavy load into the kid.  A good six or seven shots.  I hold deep inside him and let the wetness seep around my dick.  I slowly pull out—careful to leave as much cum as possible in him.  The kid sighs.  And then groans as I kneel behind him to taste our mixed loads…