Permission to Fuck

 Jackson—September, 2021

I left Palm Springs very early Tuesday morning—and landed in Chicago in the late afternoon.   I thought I would get a motel somewhere on the drive to Michigan, but the desire to sleep in my own bed after two weeks away was too strong.  I drove all the way home.

I self quarantined.  All was fine.  Fortunately, I didn’t really want to have sex during that time.  I felt satiated from the smorgasbord of Palm Springs’ ass and cock.  But as I realized I was fine, that old churning in my balls returned.  I knew I did not want to start up again in my usual bookstore—I just wasn’t ready for ‘all the usual suspects.’  So I went the other direction—to the bookstore with the huge space and semi private areas set up for viewing each different genre of porn…

 

I am the only man in the place at 11:30am.  So much for the idea of some sort of ‘lunch crowd.’  I stroke half heartedly to some gay porn on a big screen television.  It keeps flipping to a new scene before the cum shots of the current one.

I hear footsteps.  Two younger men arrive, likely in their early 30’s.  They are both attractive and of opposite types.  One is tall and gangly with rather long hair.  The other is a cub and fairly short.  A nest of chest hair is showing from the topped of his ripped Tee.  The tall one goggles at my dick—and leaves.  The Cub kneels and asks politely if he can suck me.  I spread my legs farther apart as way of an answer.

He starts on my balls.  A good sign.  He licks each hairy sack with his thick tongue.  He leaves them very wet before inching his way up my cock.  When he finally reaches my big mushroom head, he moans, ovals his mouth and glides down my entire shaft.  He feels amazing.  With nary a tooth.

Then he is back to licking every inch of shaft—from every angle he can from where he kneels.  I close my eyes and let him take his pleasure.  He needs no guidance, such as a hand telling him to take me deep. 

He is back to my balls. 

Then deep throating me. 

Now, licking my perineum. 

I hear a noise and open my eyes.  Someone else is coming in.  It is an older man, shuffling along, barely lifting his feet.  He gropes himself as he watches me be serviced.  But the Cub is not pleased.  He gets up and sits in a chair on the opposite wall in this smallest of rooms.  The old man shuffles away.

A young, stocky Latino arrives.  He just starts sucking me without asking.  “You’re huge,” he chokes out, looking first at me and then to the Cub.  The Cub, smirks, not at all put out by this interruption.  The Latino is good, but gives up saying his jaw hurts.  The Cub comes back, kneels and gives me more of his expert service.

When another older man arrives—he stands up, zips up and leaves.

I wander.

I find the lanky guy in the Trans video area.  He is stroking a tiny cock.  He beckons me over, with the hand that is not doing the stroking.  “Let me try sucking that…”

I unbutton and let him have a go.  He’s not bad, but nowhere near as good as the other two cocksuckers of the day.  I finally call a break when food sounds more interesting than sex.  I retire to the cooler in my car and eat…

*

When I come back in there are lots more men—and less action.  I find the Cub at the bigger screen of gay movies.  He is on the couch and stroking his thick cock.  I pull out mine.  He makes no move to come back to me, so I kneel and give him some head.  He sighs—and seems pleased.  He leans back so I can get to his low hanging balls.  I give each a bath.  He leans into the back couch cushion a little more.  My tongue finds his perineum.  I leave it wet and slip down a little more.  My tongue makes contact with his tight pucker.  He groans.

“He wants you to fuck him.”

I glance up.  It’s the tall, lanky guy. 

I look at the Cub.  “You want my dick?”

“I want your load,” he says, rather sheepishly.

I begin eating his ass with fervor.  I want him good and wet.

“Fuck, yeah.  I want you to breed my Boyfriend.”

Lanky guy is hot at the thought.  He opens his fly and begins stroking his tiny cock.

I move around.  I am kneeling on the hard tile…but my cock is in perfect line for his ass.

“You want this raw cock?” 

He nods.  His fist finds his thick dick.

I work myself in—easier than I expect.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Lanky Boyfriend chimes in.  “Give it to him.”

I love this scene.  I love partners who let their partners play.  The Cub groans as I bottom out in him.  “Fuck…” he hisses.

“That’s a lot of dick.” Lanky BF sighs.

I hold one more second—and begin a slow fuck.

“You are such a good whore,” LBF says proudly.

I increase my pace.  The Cub is totally into it.  His hole is as skilled as his mouth.  He is squeezing me just right.

Suddenly the Cub explodes.  Most is all over his chest and his tee-shirt which he didn’t pull high enough.  But the first two shots are on me.

And it’s my trigger.  Nothing here today will be better…and my cock knows it.  I breed the Cub as his Lanky Boyfriend moves to hug him.

I feel great as I pull out…it only would have been better if they had both cleaned my cock…