"You Still Eat Ass?"

 South Central Michigan—March, 2021

I went back to the same bookstore one other time in March.  It was all but deserted…

But being me, I still had some fun…

 

I am sitting and stroking to the Straight porn in the main area.  There is a cross dresser, hidden from view, in the Trans area.  I can’t tell if he wants to play or is just luxuriating in watching porn fully dressed.  There is a man in the Gay area, too, but he has fallen asleep.  I sit and stroke to two guys on the big screen TV—one Caucasian and one Black— working over an incredibly petite Asian woman.  She is currently taking the two huge dicks together.  I love seeing them rub together as they plow her.

The door from the lobby opens and closes—hidden from me by a divider wall.  The newcomer rounds the corner.  He is a man with a shock of silver hair.  His mask covers most of his face.  His body is slim and he quickly removes his heavy coat as he checks the Trans area.  He walks back and his eyes see my cock for the first time.  He slows—but goes on the other side of the room to check out the gay area.

A moment later, he comes back and sits on the couch that is next to my chair.  He sits on the side away from me—so he can see me more easily and I him.  He unzips and takes out a beer can of a dick, with a thick looking foreskin.  He fists it, sometimes looking at the porn, more often at me.  I stop, shift the mask and drink from my water bottle, then settle the mask back in place.  My drinking gives him a full view of my dick.

And he loves it.

I watch him jerk harder.

Moments later he rises and comes over to me.  “Can I suck that?”

I nod and he kneels.  His mask comes off and he goes to work.  It is not the best blow job I’ve ever had, but nice.  And he loves what he’s doing—which makes up for the occasional lapse in technique.  He continually strokes himself—sliding that mass of extra skin over his glans. 

He gets immense extra credit for tonguing my balls without being told.  And he doesn’t suck them into his mouth until they are thoroughly wet—and then they slide right in.  He even pulls me forward and licks my taint…stopping just before my tight pucker.

This last really excites him.  His hand is working his cock furiously.  It makes a repetitive wet, slick sound we can here over the squeals of the woman on the screen.

“Don’t waste your load,” I tell him.

He grunts.  And instantly stands up.  I rip off my mask.  His thick cock jabs into my mouth.  His foreskin does not retract, he just spews through it.  When he’s done, I use my hand to pull it back and clean his dick of all the stray cum.  He squirms a little—but let’s me do it.

He thanks me and leaves.  A steep admission price for his maybe 15 minutes…

*

Almost an hour later I am ready to go.  There has been no other play.  The porn keeps changing loops—often cutting off the cum shots.  But the door opens again.  A tall, lithe man comes in jeans and windbreaker.  He looks vaguely familiar but with his mask I can’t really tell.  He may think the same—he nods at me as he makes the tour—only to find we are now all alone in the place.  He comes back and sits on the couch.  He pulls out his dick.  It is every bit as big as mine.  And maybe a shade longer.  We stroke in silence.  He has pulled up his shirt to expose a tight and tautly muscled chest…fuck, he’s familiar.

“You still eat ass?

And now I know—even with his mask on.  He’s the runner—dubbed the Marathoner on here—who back when I started the blog had been a regular, but who I haven’t see him in years.  (Eight years it turns out when I check on here later.)  He often lets me suck his massive cock for a moment and then wants his hole tongued.  No fingers, no dick, no fucking.  Just my mouth and my rimming skills.

“No one eats ass like you used to…”

I get up.  I kneel and go for his dick head.  He pulls it away and pushes my face down into his hairy nut sack.  My tongue starts to caress the hairy orbs, using the same technique I had just experienced.  Instantly they pull up into his body.  His hand goes to my head.  He pushes me down to his hole, bringing his legs up to his chest.  It is as tight as ever.  I lick across it, reveling in his hairy taint.

I get the first groan from him.  “You filthy fucker—you know just how to do it.”

I burrow in.  I spit repeatedly on his hole.  I prod at it, my tongue pointed and hard.  Suddenly it opens and I sink into him.

He grunts.  Now, as my tongue begins to fuck him, he begins to whimper—jerking his dick with long, hard strokes.  I plant my entire mouth on his pucker and suck.  I am rewarded by his ass lips swelling with blood and protruding into my mouth.  He moans again, reaches down and pulls my head tighter into his ass—cutting off my air.

Finally, his legs come down and I can breathe.  “Turn over, on all fours,” I tell him.  His head hits the wall when we try it on the couch so we switch to my chair which is pulled out at an angle..  His whole hairy butt is presented to me.  I go back to running my tongue down his entire crack.  He moans and jerks.  His balls have re-emerged with gravity.  I lick them until they pull back into his body. 

I ravage his hole again.

I pry his cock from his steely grip and lick the back side length of it.  He is juicing.  I use my finger to get the pearl of pre-cum off it.  I smear it on his hole.  He feels it and whimpers again.  My tongue pushes it deep into his hole.  I spit and push that into him, too.

He is stroking again.  I think he is on the verge.

I burrow in.  He fires.  Over and over.  A huge puddle of cum on the leatherette upholstery. 

He gets up gingerly to avoid the pool of jizz and thanks me.  He all but runs to the bathroom to wash.

I look at the cum.  My finger plays in it for a moment before it finds its way into my mouth…