“Choke Me With That"

Lansing—June, 2019

One of my many duties in the summer is to meet incoming planes as employees fly in.  On a Saturday morning late in June off I went, happy to get out of the office.  Just as I drove into the airport parking lot, I got a text from the man I was meeting, telling me his flight had been cancelled.  He had been sitting on the tarmac for over an hour and had had no signal to let me know.  He would arrive tomorrow. 

Suddenly, the next few hours were free.  What to do?  Why, go to the bookstore, of course.  I was in the city where that establishment is the one I’ve called half bookstore/half bathhouse.  I ate some lunch—and off I went.

Cars in the parking lot are sparse.  I sigh—but remind myself it doesn’t take a lot of men for a good time.  I pay and go in to the back area.  The new huge screen gay section is empty.  A few jerkers are sitting around on the various couches in the straight section.  The sling is unoccupied.  The glory hole booths, which used to be curtained off, now have swinging doors.  They are closed—and perhaps busy.  The Bi video room has a hot, young Blatino stroking his big meat—but he barely looks at me.

I go back to the gay cinema.  I unbutton and get myself hard—looking at grainy old porn.

“Choke me with that, man.”

I turn towards the speaker.  A man in his 40’s, powerfully gym built has stepped out of the shadows and into the flickering light of the screen.  He is in a sleeveless white tee that clings to his massive pecs.  Running shorts fall to his ankles, revealing a red jock.  He goes to his knees as I stand up. He opens his mouth and I shove in.  I begin a slow face fuck—not going deep at all.  Until suddenly I do.  He gags and pulls off me.

“Yes, sir.  Just like that.”

I notice his cock is now poking out of the side of the jock pouch and is drooling on the cement floor.  I put my dick back in his mouth.  “Take it, boy.”  I begin the slow stroke in and out.  Maybe half of my cock.  And then, without warning, he gets my full length again. 

He coughs and chokes, pulling away.  “Fuck, that is a great mouthful.”

“I want it in your throat, boy.”  I grab the back of his head.  “Just like you do.”

I hold on to him and we repeat the sequence three or four more times.

“Give me your cum, sir,” he whines each time now as he catches his breath.

“I just got here.  Not even close.”

“I have to leave—I want your cum.”

“Sorry.”

“Will you take mine?”

“Sure.”  I sit on the chair where I had started.  He scrambles to his feet and thrusts his short, but super thick cock into my mouth.  He blasts almost instantly.  I swallow and clean him up.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he says as he puts it away.  “Next time I want yours.”

And he is gone…and I have some stray jizz in my goatee…

*****

I walk back to the four booths which form a circle.  I go into one.  I kneel to see if a man is on either side of me.  To my left—no one; to my right a guy is sucking a cock fed to him from the fourth booth.

A very hairy bear steps into my cubicle.  He is wearing next to nothing—perhaps he left his clothes in one of the lockers in the bathroom.  He goes to his knees and gives me excellent head.

“You have to fuck me with this thing,” he whispers as he pulls off me.

I nod.  He stands and bends, using the wall for support.  I just have room to get behind him.  I feel his hole with my index finger—puffy and warm, with some lube already in it.  I grease up a little and enter him.  It’s an awkward fuck, but kinda hot being in such a cramped place.

I want to eat his fucked hole.  I pull out.  Whoops.  No way.  I tell him to double check his clean out and head to the restroom.

******

Cleaned up, I go into the bi video room.  The Blatino is still there.  This time he eyes me up and down.  Is it because my hard dick is hanging out of my pants?

“You suck?”  he asks.

“Sure.”

“Get on me.”

I kneel.  It’s a long cock, but not as thick as mine so I can handle the entire length easily.  He’s a good looking young man, dressed in a tee which is pulled up and over his head and shorts that are around his ankles.  No underwear at all.  He must cause a stir on campus going commando. 

I spend just as much time on his sweaty balls as I do his dick.  He loves this.  He jerks himself rapidly whenever I am licking his super hairy sack.

“Let me try you.”

I stand up.  He leans forward and gives me a decent blowjob.  We now trade off.  Neither of us want to cum—but we are making the other feel really good. 

Eventually he excuses himself to go wander.  I go back to the projected gay porn.  A bearish daddy is standing there, jerking to it.  We make eye contact.  I nod and fall to my knees.  He treats me much like I did the first man—but I don’t choke on his very average sized cock.

Suddenly the Blatino is beside him.  He reaches down and pulls my head over to his long cock.  The Bear grunts approval as he watches the entire length disappear down my throat.  I show off and take him to the root repeatedly.

I am now being passed and pushed back and forth.  Short dick, long dick, pushed into balls and being told to get them good and wet.  I do what they want.

“You are a damn good cocksucker,” the Bear tells me.  So good, that the moment he finishes that thought, he is firing his load down my gullet.  I clean him up as the Blatino strokes, watching every movement of my tongue on the other man’s softening cock.

The Bear leaves.  The Blatino nods at me and goes.

I sit on a sofa in the straight section and let an older man suckle on my cock.  With no cum shot, he eventually loses interest.

I find the Blatino back in his chair in the Bi video room.

“Lick my balls some more.”

I do.  His balls have a fresh coat of sweat on them from our play. But I want more.  I move down onto his taint, my tongue licking and coating all the tight curls of hair there.  He knows what I want.  I can tell.  He is unsure.  Finally he gives in—hunkering down in the seat and letting my tongue connect with his tight pucker.  Fuck!  I stop stroking myself.  All the sweat from hours of play is making his hole wonderfully musky but not rank.  I drill into him as he happily masturbates, groaning loudly every time I go deep.

The dirty Bear I’d fucked previously joins us.  He sucks the Blatino’s cock as I keep rimming him.  His legs are now on my shoulders.  I can really get into him and he is moaning as he feels two mouths work him over.

A married Dad type in a State sweatshirt comes over to join us.  He drops his shorts, kicking them entirely off.  His once white Calvin Klein’s bulge.  The Bear moves to get the Dad harder.

“One of you guys fuck me.”  It’s the Dad talking.  I go and eat his ass.  The Blatino feeds the Dad his cock.

I stand up to enter him.  My wet cock head touches his pucker.  It makes him shoot in the Bear’s mouth.

A guy in a flannel shirt has been watching us.  He drops his pants and bends over the padded table.  “You can fuck me.”  I move behind him and enter his ass.  Roughly. 

“Breed me, stud.”

The Blatino scrambles over to us as I fuck.  He mouth fucks Flannel Shirt for a moment.  Then he hops up to stand on the table.  He stands astride the bent over man and feeds me his cock.

I feel my orgasm mounting.  The Blatino pulls out of my mouth and jerks the last few strokes—shooting all over my open mouth and face.  My cock explodes deep in the new man…