Weekend with the Professor, Day One: Sleazy Bookstore Sex

Near Home—October, 2019

The end of October proved to be really, really good.  The Professor was coming to town.  We hadn’t seen each other for almost two years.  (He has his own label in the cloud of topics, if you need to be reminded of my exploits with him.)  We kicked around a number of dates and settled on a weekend where we could really pig out for three days play in three different venues.

The Professor arrived on Friday and checked into a local hotel.   We thought about just using my playroom—but both of us wanted the potential of incorporating others into the play.  After his longish travel day, we settled to go the bookstore nearest to me.  It was the perfect appetizer for our long weekend of cum…

As we go inside, the Professor hands me the admission price for both of us.  I tell the cashier two and realize we can get a discount going in as couple.  I am happy to hand him back change.  We piss…and go into the straight theatre.

It’s crowded.  We are slightly earlier than I often go—and there are already 6 or 8 men in the room.  They aren’t playing…but some have their dicks out and are stroking to the porn.  We stand against the back wall to let our eyes adjust.  A tall, thin man is next to the new, uncomfortable chairs that sit along the back wall, replacing the couch that was falling apart.  We turn to look at each other at the same time.  It’s Tyler—a professorial type in his own right who used to submit to me and another top until he had some health issues.  He seems to be back in form now, for he grins and goes to his knees.  He finishes unbuttoning my pants and he lovingly extracts my thickening dick from the jock pouch.  He takes me all into his mouth. 

The Professor unzips and strokes himself as he watches my dick begin to pump into Tyler’s mouth.  I ruffle Tyler’s hair and push him over to take the Professor.  He does.  Willingly.  With a nice sigh of satisfaction from both of the men.

Soon we switch around.  I suck the two of them.  Back and forth.

Then I stand up, the Professor bends over to suck both of us.  I let him get my cock good and wet, then move around to his now exposed ass.  As he sucks Tyler into his mouth, my tongue finds his hole.  I drill into him.  Not for long.  I really want to spit roast him as a welcome to Michigan.  I stand up and press forward.  His pucker resists for a fraction of a second before I inch my cock into him.

I begin a steady fuck rhythm.  The Professor is really loving having two dicks in him.

And the door opens.  Fast and hard and right into me.   The man apologizes for interrupting us, but we all agree to go over to the gay side where it will likely be less crowded.

The gay cinema is empty for the moment.  The three of us quickly open our flies or drop our pants.   Tyler sucks me first as I sit against the back wall.  He moves over, with no prodding this time, to suck the Professor.  First one and then the other.  Repeatedly.  I get up and suck Tyler for a moment—and then tell the Professor to lean over the back of the chair in the row in front of us.  He does—and I dive into his ass.  Tyler moves around in front of him to offer his cock.  I eat the hole I had briefly fucked.  I get it quite a bit wetter.  I stand up and push into the ass in front of me.   I hold—and fuck.  I fuck him onto Tyler’s dick.  Which surprisingly wilts a little.  He moves away and watches me fuck—flogging his semi-hard.

We fuck for quite a bit of time, before we both need a breather.  We sit side by side in the back row.  Tyler comes over and sticks his dick in my mouth.  It’s still not particularly hard—but he shoots a load.  A big one actually—and quite creamy.  He thanks us and takes off.

The Professor and I watch the movie.  It’s not bad and we both stroke ourselves.

After a while, the door opens.  A tall man enters, mid-thirties.  He looks like a young dad type.  He sits in the row in front of us.  But right against the wall so he can look at the screen or at the door.  Well, really at us.  To see if the man sitting in a jock is going to get fucked again.

I nod to the Professor.  He knows I want to put on a show for this guy.  I think he want to, too.  He gets up and leans on the back of the chair right next to him.  I drop to my knees and eat the Professor’s well fucked ass.  I make sure I make a noise, showing my level of arousal at the taste of him.  I hear the man’s zipper open.  I give him time to get it out and to start stroking.  The Professor grinds back against my face.

“You want my dick?” 

I know the answer.  It’s a question more for our audience.

I don’t wait for a yes or no.  I simple stand up and push into him.  The man is watching every move.  He sees my latex free cock slide into the meaty ass in front of me.  He is stroking a very long, very thin cock.  Every thrust of mine is now about getting this guy to play with us.  I grunt and tell the Professor how hot his hole is.  It’s true—but I might not say it if we were fucking by ourselves.

The man stands up.  He moves around to the side—so he can better see my cock in the Professor’s greedy ass.

“I’m willing to share,” I tell him.  “He’d love that cock in his hole.”

The guy steps forward—considering it.  He runs his hand over the Professor’s back as I fuck.  He strokes himself with the other. 

We break for a moment.  I think we have him.  He moves to get to the other side of us.  I touch his dick as he passes me.  He has a rod of iron.

“He can suck me.”

The Professor is there, mouth ready.  He takes that beautiful cock into his mouth as I press back into his ass.  I fuck him hard.  I fuck him hard enough to force him down on the cock in his mouth.

It doesn’t take long.  The guy orgasms, panting.  I watch his face contort with the effort.  Then, to my surprise, the Professor pulls away from me.  What the fuck?  It all becomes clear as he grabs my face and shares a massive amount of cum with me in a sloppy kiss. 

I spit some on my cock and fuck it into him.  The taste of the guy, still standing there holding his wilting cock, the smell of raw sex and the idea of what we just did sends me over the edge, too.  I load the Professor.  He lets every drop drain into him before he spins and cleans my cock of any stray semen.

We decide to call it a night—nothing else is likely to top what we just did.

Short but sweet.

Welcome to Michigan.