Monday, March 14, 2022

Bookstore Saturday One: "You're a Perv!"

 Jackson—February, 2022

It was the first weekend of February.  On Saturday morning, I packed a lunch and headed once more to the bookstore with the many varied screens.

 

I arrive before noon.  The parking lot is fairly full.  I buy my ticket and head into the lounge.  I do my usual tour.  There are men everywhere.  Some are even having sex.  I end up in my favorite alcove, off the gay screening room.  There is a second gay screen here and just the two chairs.  I sit, unbutton and get myself hard. 

There is as great vibe in the air today.  Guys are moving around—but they are actually stopping to have sex.  I hear a blow job happening in the bigger room behind me.  I consider going to watch, but a person moves into my room.  I glance up and watch them sit in the other chair.  The first thing I take in is the short pink skirt.  Then the black patterned hose.  Long blonde hair peeks out from under a regular man’s knit snow hat.  A tight black top completes this cross dresser’s ensemble.  His/her face is rugged and very tan with no hint of feminine makeup.

A man comes in, looks from one to the other of us and leaves.  The person in the other chair reaches down and adjusts the goods under the skirt.  I see a flash of garters.   Now thick, manly fingers are stroking a cock, hidden by the dress; the silky pink fabric wraps around the shaft. 

“Hello.” 

I nod in acknowledgement. 

“I…I’m Joyce.”  The voice is deep.  Joyce’s eyes are riveted to my cock.  I make a of show of letting it go, reaching for my water bottle on the floor and taking a long drink from it—my cock at full attention all the time.

Joyce looks up from my dick to my face.  Her tongue comes out and licks her unmade up lips. 

I look at her.  “You want this dick don’t you?”

Joyce’s hand moves faster.

I get up, slowly stroking my cock, letting my hand work every inch of it.

“You want this in your mouth?”

Joyce nods.

“Say the words.”

“I want to suck your cock.”

“What?”

“I want to suck your cock.  Please.”

Our voices have drawn two men to the archway to watch us. 

I move over, closer to Joyce.  “Open your mouth.”

Her right hand is going a mile a minute on her cock now—just with the anticipation. 

My cock slaps her cheek, leaving a tiny patch of cock snot on the tanned cheek.  I notice the very wide, very gold wedding ring on his/her left hand.

Joyce opens her mouth.  I pull back.  And slap her cheek with my cock once more.  She opens wider.  I relent and stick my cock in her mouth.  Her hand goes crazy down below.  Her cock emerges, a thick seven incher.  Her blow job is adequate.  I take over and fuck her face.

“This what you wanted?”

She grunts an affirmative around the mass of cock in her mouth.

The hotter of the two men in the archway is now openly stroking.

“Suck me good…and get yourself off,” I mutter. 

Joyce does.  She is close.

I hold onto the knit hat and thrust a little deeper.

Her hand jacks faster yet.

“Cum on your little pink dress…”

Joyce groans…and shoots—so strongly her load sails over the skirt and hits her black top.  The whiteness of the jism looks great on the black fabric.  I pull out of her mouth. 

Joyce is spent.  She nods at me, and pulls herself together.  She picks up a shopping bag, where I can see a pair of overalls.  I watch her wobble down the hall to the bathroom to change back into everyday clothes.

The hot man who stroked to us, zips up with a “You’re a prev!” and takes off.

Yeah, I am—but one who knows how to make somebody’s fantasy come true…

*

There is a lot more to come…

The man with the eraser nipples

The tall, dark and handsome cocksucker

The Marathoner

The man in the fishnet body stocking

The bearded boy in camo pants

Mouths are used and asses filled…

I will try for a daily chapter…

2 comments:

  1. Oh, so glad you get out and about and share all your adventures here. I live vicariously through you... such a sexy breeder. Kizzes.

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    1. My January and February were rather sparse in terms of the number of hook ups, but I did start going out. Slowly.

      Always glad to be of help!

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