Bookstore Highlights One: The Arab

 Near Home—August, 2021

I came home from my quick job in western Indiana right at the end of July.  I self quarantined for a week.   I even did a rapid and then a regular Covid test as the county I had been working in was a hotbed of anti-vaxxers.   All was well.  Thank you, Moderna.

Once I was horny again, I found many of the men in my stable seemed to be away for the summer.  So I ended up going to the bookstore for three sessions.  Each trip had its own highlight.  Here is the first…

 

I am sitting in the gay theatre.  My legs are spread wide.  My mask is on.  I watch the video—and occasionally stroke the head of the man who is sucking my rampant cock.  He is around my age—but is much heavier.  It wasn’t easy for him to get on his knees.  But he did it.  The call of my dick is too strong.  His mask is now under his chin.  He is not, frankly, much to look at, but I know that he has some superb oral skills.

He leaves my cock and buries his face on my balls.  He licks them. He licks under them.  He carefully sucks them one at a time into his mouth.

Then he goes back to my dick.  Long and deep.  Every time.

Not much else is happening this late, weekday afternoon.  It’s fairly deserted.  Occasionally someone comes in, looks at the sex taking place, nods and leaves.

I wish I could give this guy a load.  I know he’d love it—and it is feeling great, but I am nowhere near shooting.  I can tell his time on his knees is coming to an end.  Almost as I think it, his head comes off my dick and he makes to get up.  I stand and give him an arm.  He thanks me and heads out.

Now I am alone.  I decide to check the straight theatre.  I go next door.

Here there is one man sitting off to the side, his eyes glued to the girl on the screen taking dick in her ass.  I sit in the back row.  I open my fly and jerk.  The guy never looks in my direction.  He kneads himself through his pants.  A lot.  Eventually, shorts tented, he leaves.

I sit alone and stroke.

The door opens.  A man, medium height, mid 40’s, with a wiry body (and mask-less), enters.  At a glance he seems to be Arab.  The dark hair on his head is cut very close to his scalp.  His five o’clock shadow is deep and dark.  The hair on his forearms is curly and ample.   He stands against the back wall.  Right next to where I am sitting.

We both watch the movie.  The woman being used is good looking—and she obviously loves very wet anal sex.  It’s hot.  For both of us.  I stroke and the man next to me keeps grabbing at his crotch.

We do this, silently, for a good 10 minutes. The only sound is the slick squish of the lube on my dick. 

I look over at him.  This time I actually catch him looking at my dick.  He looks away quickly.

I stroke.  He kneads.

I turn to him.  “You want help with that?”

He looks at me.  “No, but thank you.”  His speech is very precise.

We both look back at the screen.  A new scene starts.  Now it is two men with a new woman.

I hear the zipper go down next to me.  I don’t look.  I let him get his cock out.

Finally, I glance over.  His hand covers his cock.  He isn’t hard. But his hand is squeezing his shaft.  His very hairy balls are just peeking out of the fly.  I look back at the screen.

We stroke and squeeze.

Finally from him—“You suck dick?” 

“Sure.”  I turn to him and remove my mask.  He turns and lets me take his flaccid, just slightly plumped, cock into my mouth.  He sighs as my lips close around it.  He deliberately turns his head to look at the screen and not at the guy who has his dick in his mouth.

I lick the head.  His cock spasms and gives me a stream of cum.  Did he just shoot? I swallow and keep going.  His cock is harder.  My tongue swabs his cock head again.  Another shot of cum or precum and he is harder still.  I swallow with a slight groan.  I love his sweet fluid.

He whimpers, but keeps looking at the woman being pummeled by two dicks.

I swirl my tongue over the entire length of this cock.  It springs to full life.

And now he truly cums.  He turns and holds me in place as his cock erupts.  His load, even after all those other discharges, is immense.    I swallow it all. He tries to pull out of my mouth.  I grab his hairy balls and hold him in place so I can clean every inch of his deflating dick.

I finally let go.  He pulls out a napkin—but puts it away as he realizes I have left nothing to wipe up.  He tucks his spent cock pack in his shorts.  He turns to the door.  “Thanks you,” he whispers—just audible over the video’s grunts and groans.

“Anytime I’m here.”

This makes him turn around.  He looks at me.  He finally gives me a nod and goes…