A Minor Epiphany at the Bookstore

 Near Home—August, 2021

I came home from Chicago and holed up in my duplex.  It was the largest group I had mixed with in ages.  It was also the largest group of all vaccinated men I had mixed with ever.  I felt fine, but I kept to myself for twelve days to make sure. 

So, of course, now that I was ready, the hook ups sites were dead.  I went to the bookstore nearest to me…

 

It’s slow, but it is a Friday afternoon.  I do no more than look into the empty straight theatre before turning and going around to the gay side.  The door shuts with a loud click behind me.  There is no one here either.  I sit in the cock sucker’s seat.  I unbutton and knead my full jock pouch.  The porn looks like it has potential. 

I hear a movement behind me.  Someone is in the corner behind the door.  I wait.

The movie is good enough that my cock emerges from under the fabric.  I stroke it.  Slowly.  The man behind me moves along the wall until he is even with me.  He is a mixed-race young man I have seen here before, but he has always been only a watcher.  He is in his very early 30’s, maybe 5’8” and has always carried a little extra weight.  He looks like he now has some Covid weight around his middle, too.

“Damn,” he says, breaking the silence.  “Nice dick.”

I thank him.  He squeezes his cock as looks at me stroke—and then at the film where a very hot three way is close to the multiple cum shot.

“Take it out,” I tell him.  “Nobody’s here.”

He does.  We stroke in silence as jizz is splashed all over the incredibly hard bodies on the screen.

Suddenly he is standing next to me.  I turn and his short cock is in my mouth.  He is close to cumming.  I press forward…and get another three inches of cock in my mouth that his extra weight is hiding.  He shoots, zips up, thanks me—and leaves.

*

I go to the straight theatre for some jerking variety.  Sitting in the back row is a dapper old man.  A white man who is at least 10, if not 15, years older than me.  He is neat and trim and sitting with his nicely pressed pants wide open—sporting a rampant thick piece of uncut meat.  We smile at each other as I sit in the chairs in front of him.

Pretty soon I feel him lean forward to get a gander at my cock.  He taps my shoulder.  “Would you mind standing up and showing me that cock of yours?”

I smile—and do what he asks.

“That is one of the nicest I’ve ever seen.”

“You have a beauty yourself,” I tell him.  (This is not the conversation I would ever have thought I would have just by looking at him.)  I move around and sit next to him.  I am definitely longer.  But his entire shaft is as thick as the widest point of my mushroom cock head.

“My wife loved my thickness—but she couldn’t handle sucking it,” he tells me.  “That’s how I first found out that some men love to do it.”  He turns and looks at me.  “Is that you?” he asks, very softly.

I don’t answer.  I slide to the floor and take him in my mouth.  I do have to open wide, but it’s not a struggle.  Or a long suck.  He is obviously in need.  His body shudders with a full on orgasm.  But it’s totally dry.  All the feeling is there for him—but he shoots nothing at all.

He thanks me profusely and dabs at his spit slick cock with a white handkerchief.  “That was wonderful.”  He lays his very white, very soft hand on my shoulder.  “Thank you again, dear boy.”

I melt a little into my chair…

*

I get some head from the couple who come here to suck others—usually not in each other’s presence, but they take turns on me today, pulling down their masks when not sucking.

Then they bustle off to the arcade.

A guy around my age comes in.  He stands along the back wall.  Tall, and gangly, dressed in shorts, a yellow tee and sandals.  He unzips immediately.  He flogs a dick that refuses to get hard.  I turn towards him and he shoves it in my mouth.  Nothing.  I can’t do anything to get him hard—and I know have good skills.

The guy sighs, pulls out and goes to his knees.  The moment he takes me in his mouth he gets hard.  As a rock.  So hard he soon dares not touch himself.  He gives me decent head for another moment—and touches his cock.

“Ahjesusfuck,” he mumbles—standing up and just getting it to my mouth in time as he fires off his load.  I take it all—and then he crams it back into his shorts and leaves.

I sit by myself for a minute.  On a normal night all three of the men that have been in my mouth would have been second or third or fourth choices as playmates—but today they were all, well, fun…

I button up and go back to the gay theatre.

I spend some time alone.

The door opens.  In comes a guy in his late 20’s.  His skin is dark—and in total contrast to the tight white A-shirt he wears.  His arms are thick and powerful.  His thighs fill up the old school  gym shorts that stop mid-thigh.  He sits next to the wall.  He carries a soda bottle and takes a long drag on it as his legs splay out.

The door opens.  A young man, white and pale comes in.  He has to have followed this guy from the arcade—he knows he will find him here.

“Now suck my dick right,” the first man tells the kid as he pulls the tiny shorts down to his ankles.  His fully engorged, thick cock is trying to escape from a once white jock.  The younger guy kneels and starts to fellate him.

But it’s not going well.  “Cover your damn teeth,” he hisses at the younger man.  I watch the big guy grab the back of the younger ones neck and hold him in place.  The kid chokes.  Hard enough for the kid to wrest himself free and leave.

The man strokes to the porn—as do I.  He barely looks at me—just once, perhaps, at my dick.

The door opens—it’s a mid 40’s white guy, seemingly also from the arcade.

“You want to try again?” the built guy asks.

“Naw, you’re too thick.”

This new guy lingers for a moment—then leaves.

Silence.  With just the two of us beating our big cocks.

“What about you…Daddy?”

I look at him—at least he didn’t call me “Gramps.”  I shrug, stand up and kneel between his legs.  I oval big and sink down on him.

“Well, fuck!  That’s it…”  He’s pleased.  I can just keep my teeth covered, the way my mouth is stretched.  He grabs the back of my throat and holds me in place.  He fucks up into my mouth.  I eventually choke—but it’s the good kind—it squeezes his trapped dick and he loves it. 

He stands and lets me do what I do—and then fucks my face again.  I don’t choke in this kneeling position—and he gives a satisfied grunt.

“Get ready—I’m finally gonna blow.”

His dick expands---and he does.  A huge white load.  Most goes straight down my throat.  He stands still and I am allowed to clean him up.  He pats me on the shoulder in a very similar way to the old man—but says nothing.

I get off in two strokes—all over the floor—the moment I hear the door slam shut.