Working the New Bookstore

Eastern Illinois—November, 2019

As good as the bathhouses were treating me, I still missed a trip to the bookstore.  It is such a different experience for me.  And I like porn.  And cruising.

So I got on a gay porn directory and did some research.  There was nothing in the middle of Indiana.  But not much farther than my drive to Indy, but in the opposite direction, I found two places that sounded intriguing.  I narrowed it down to one simply for my preference to sit in a “theatre” than walk the arcade and see only snippets of a video.

So on a full day off I went west into Illinois.  I found the place easily.  The whole complex is huge.  The arcade, from the number of admissions I saw ahead of me, was hopping.  I bought the pass for the theatres.  I was buzzed in.

I loved the layout.  Both theatres and a restroom were through the same door.  Guys could go back and forth without going into the sales area as you do at my regular bookstore.  I have seen so many hesitant men not venture into the gay room, for fear of being seen entering it—and here no one would ever know—they could just go around the corner.  There were really comfortable chairs and couches to sit on.  There was a place to stand and watch in both areas.  Two, actually, in the straight theatre.  And the porn was mostly good.

The straight side had maybe five men in it.  I stayed there briefly before rounding the corner and going into the gay side.  The porn here was bare and good.  And two guys were playing with each other behind the low wall at the back…

I sit in a chair so I can watch the screen and watch the men.  One is a cute white cub, the other a tall, lanky mixed race man.  Pretty soon the cub disappears from view.  I hear the familiar sounds of a blow job.  But I can’t see it.  And I don’t want to disturb them.  I sit and stroke watching Peto Coast fuck.

In just a few minutes, the tall guy stops the Cub with a whispered “I don’t want to get off.”  I hear the Cub get back to his feet and the Tall guy motions towards me with a “Go suck that big one.”

Obediently, the Cub appears and asks if I want help.  I take my hands off my dick and let him suckle me down.  His shirt is unbuttoned, showing off a really hairy chest.  I find very pronounced nipples and start to twist them.  The Tall guy watches us for a moment and then takes off for the arcade.  I make the Cub do my balls as well as my shaft.  He’s excellent…and sucking makes him very horny.  The one time I reached down and touched his cock he batted my hand away.

He takes a break to rest his knees.  I lean forward and taste his stubby dick.  Not for long but to get a nice mouthful of sweet precum.  He pulls away, afraid of exploding.

He goes back down and does his best to get me off.  I tell him I, too, don’t want to drop my load yet.  He grins and sucks me for the sheer joy of having a dick in his mouth, not just for the reward.  He doesn’t stop when guys from the other room come in and observe us going at it.

We break again and he tells me he is going to find his friend, but he’ll be back.

I do myself up and go over to the straight side.  The crowd has thinned.  One lone man, older and grey, is sitting in front of the low wall at the back.  He is stroking his half hard dick.  He looks up at me.  I know those eyes.  I nod and get between his legs to suck his cock.  Almost instantly he shoots—never getting hard.

He leaves.  I stroke.  Alone in both theatres.  I stay in the straight theatre now, for the movie has changed on the gay screen to one where there are long story scenes and the fucking is latexed.  I am not alone for long.  A big ex footballer type lumbers in.  He watches me for a moment and goes to the gay side.  I give him a couple of minutes before I go over.  He is standing behind the wall, stroking.  I move behind him, against the cinder block back wall.  He turns.  He looks at my hard on and turns back to the screen.  I sink to my knees and he turns again.  This he likes.  He turns fully, presenting me with a fat dick with huge, hairy balls.  He takes three steps towards me and begins fucking my face.  No artful oral skills in play here.  He is just using me.

And he cums—his hairy balls, now damp with sweat slapping at my chin.

“You’re good,” he mumbles.  I only wish I could have showed him what I could really do.

I am still kneeling when the outer door opens and a new man arrives.  I stay put.  He rounds the corner, sees me and unzips.  He is very corporate looking, in a business suit and dress shoes.  He presents his hooded hardon.  I take his entire length.  He sighs as I skin him back with my tongue.  He takes longer, but it is still no more than five minutes work to get his load.  He thanks me profusely, asking if I’m new here. 

I tell him yes. 

“I hope to see you around.  We can use a guy like you.”

I stroke to some intense squirt porn on the straight side.  All alone.

The Cub returns when I have moved to the gay side with a new movie.  We trade blow jobs in the same chair.  But when he’s ready to unload he wants to step into the darkness behind the wall.  “You really want my load?”

I do.  And tell him so.

He lets me do all the tricks with my tongue—and he gives me a massive load he’s been building up in our four hours there.  Extra sweet.

I could taste it all the way home.