Back to a Bookstore

 South Central Michigan—December, 2020

My third meeting in December of last year was different.  I had been corresponding with a man on AssPig.  He wondered if I’d even been to the bookstore that had once been an old strip bar, fairly near my new home.  I told him I had, but not for a long time.  (I later checked back in these posts—it was 2015, so a long time indeed.)   He wanted to meet there.  He wanted more cock than just me.

I hemmed and hawed as I responded.  I wasn’t sure I was ready to go out.  I asked him if it was even open.  He said it was….with shorter hours than ever.  I said I didn’t think I was ready for it.  Then I thought about the set up.  There were a number of areas in the large space, dominated by a television screen showing different genres of porn.  I thought about the room tucked away from the main door, that had two televisions—one gay and one straight.  I could easily fuck him there and let any other masked man into his mouth, if that’s what he wanted—and we’d be away from any traffic.  I knew I wasn’t ready for my usual bookstore’s small rooms…but maybe…

I finally said yes.  We arranged an 11:00 am meeting.

I drove to the store and parked.  There were maybe three cars in the lot.  I masked up, went in, paid the masked cashier a larger amount than I really wanted to pay and went in.

 

It’s dark, but set up much how I remember the space.  There is a television for straight porn, another for all girl porn—and one more, up high, for men who want their women a good deal older.  I find the trans porn in the same corner that I remember.  I turn to go through the door to the dual television room.  It’s boarded up.

I go back.  There is one man watching the straight stuff and he is not my guy.

I find a hall with the men’s room.  There is new room for gay porn beyond it.  A man about my age, naked, is bent over getting fucked by a totally naked man of about 6’ 4”.  My man has another man in his mouth.  No one is masked.

I watch for a moment.  I turn and go back out into the main room.  I almost leave.  Instead I watch the trans porn where I am the sole occupant.  I get hard…and it makes me want to try again.

I go back.  They are still in the same position.  My cock wilts.

 Fuck—it suddenly feels just like 1991 when I was in my first bathhouse, standing at the edge of two mattresses on the floor where a pile of men were having raw sex at the height of an earlier health crisis…and I stood there, with a limp dick and a Magnum in my hand.   

I calm down and go back.

My guy sees me.  He detaches himself from the two men and leads me to the couch.  I sit on the arm and he sucks my dick.  It doesn’t help.  I am totally soft.

I weigh my options…

And I kneel, take off the mask and stick my tongue in his freshly fucked hole.

I am hard instantly.  In a moment, I am ready to fuck.  The mask goes back on—as I stand up and I insert into his used hole.  The Tall Man watches.  He has a thick dick, but not as long as mine.  He works around and sticks it into the Bottom’s mouth.  The guy who was being sucked before, annoyingly plays with my ass through the fabric of my military camouflage pants.

I gesture for the tall guy to replace me.  We change places.

“Fuck me with that big dick, as I fuck him,” Tall Man suggests.

I do.  He has the loosest ass I’ve used, in years.  But I am hitting his prostate.

With a few hard strokes I make him cum in the guy who set this up.

When he pulls out, the designated bottom spins around and cleans the cock of the Tall Man.

The moment he is done licking the last drop off the Tall Man’s sensitive dick, I spin my guy back around and fuck into the dripping hole.

I will myself to cum…and I do.  Not the most spectacular of orgasms…but nice. 

A load delivered.

And I am out of there.

*

This was likely the scene where I took the most risk during all these months.  Am I proud of it?  Not particularly, but it’s what happened…and you know me and the truth.

Not to mention I came out of it just fine.