Bookstore Saturday Three: "I Need Some More..."

 Jackson—February, 2022

This picks up immediately after “Even Bigger Than I Thought…”

 

I take a break and walk around the lounge.  Things seem to be on pause with the other men, so I go out to my car for my lunch.  I listen to NPR for a bit while I watch some men leave and others arrive.  I check the rearview mirror to see if there is any of the Handsome Man’s jizz in my beard, but I don’t see any, so I head back in.  I circle the lounge and end up in the gay end.

The first thing I see is the Marathoner on his hands and knees.  He is giving head to an older man with longer gray hair.  I have seen the Marathoner suck cock before, but it’s not something I think of him doing.  Everyone wants his big tool, so he gives it to them.  Or not.  He has sucked me, but for maybe 45 seconds before grinding his ass in my face.  Here he is acting like a bitch in heat.  He is doing everything he can think of, with his mouth and hands, to get this man off.

I enjoy watching him.  The Marathoner senses something, looks up and sees me.  He is flustered.  He makes some mumbled excuse to the man—and takes off, cramming his own meaty schlong back in his pants.  I don’t see him the rest of the day.  Damn…

I go back into the alcove and stroke.  I hear sex happening behind me.  I turn.  The guy the Marathoner was sucking is now sucking two men standing before him on the couch—from which he’s never moved.  I watch him go back and forth on the two guys.  I focus back on the porn.  An older man steps from the shadows in the far corner next to the screen.  I have seen him here before—he is very sub.  He nods at me.  His hands go behind his back and he kneels in front of me.  I let him work on me until his knees give out.  He goes in search of a man who will give him cum.

 “This place is wild today.”  It’s the Long Haired Guy the Marathoner was sucking.  He comes into the alcove.  “Nice!” he says, seeing my wet cock.  He sucks me enthusiastically, if not well.  When another man comes in and sits on the chair to my left, my new sucker goes to him.  And that’s just fine.

Around the corner clomps another white man in his 40’s dressed up in feminine attire.  No wig.  Just a mini-dress in neon green.  It is a fishnet weave that comes halfway down his thigh.  He has an electric pink thong covering his crotch which you can see with the large weave of the dress over it.

I sigh.  I’ve done my CD moment for the day.

“Fuck, that’s a hot cock.”  She hikes up the dress, pulls the thong aside and sits on my cock.  She is prelubed.  And dammit, she knows how to use her ass.  She rides me, taking poppers and purring. 

“Fuck, my legs…”  She gets up.  So do I.  I tell her to lean into the chair.  I fuck her from behind until she begs me to stop or to cum.  I stop.

She pulls herself together and sashays out of the room.  I go pee and wash up a little…though not for that reason…

*

Men are starting to leave.  I find the subby guy, standing against the wall and jerking.  His eyes are shut tight as he tries for an orgasm.  On a whim, I kneel and take his cock in my mouth.  “Oh, Sir…” he mumbles.  And shoots down my throat.

I go back to the alcove and stroke—afraid that I have waited too long; that I will not find a mouth or ass to use for my load.

A man walks in.  He might be anywhere from 30 to 40.  Black, his hair cropped close to his head.  He is in work clothes.  And hot.  He sits in the other chair and whips out his dick.

“Lunch hour,” he tells me.  We stroke in unison.  Then:  “You suck?”

I nod.  I cross to him and kneel between his legs.  His cock is bigger than average, but not quite as big as mine.  I start with his big balls.  He loves this and tells me so.  I can taste the musk of the work day on him.  It makes my cock drip.  I lick up his shaft and take his cock into my mouth.

“Damn, you know how to do it…”

I suck him happily—aware that his now wet balls are tightening.  He’s so close to giving me his load.

“Wait.  I don’t want to cum yet.”  I pull off him and rock back as he stands.  I tell him to find me when he’s ready.  He thanks me and goes out to the straight porn.  I go back to my chair. 

I stroke. 

Back comes my construction guy.   “I need some more of that mouth.”

I willing give it to him. He stands this time.  I kneel on the floor.  He even fucks my face a little.  His balls tighten again.  I am ready…but again he stops.

“You’re great—but it’s too soon.”

“Whenever,” I tell him.

He goes down to the arcade.

The lounge is empty save for one man who sits rigidly in front of the straight sex porn, watching intently, never touching himself.

I go back to my alcove, resolved to stroke one off.

But I wait, hoping for the construction guy to materialize.

I hear the door to the lounge open. 

I really want his load—which will make me blow, too.  I can hear him coming this way.  But it’s not him—It is a cheerful bear cub.  He has a full beard, a great smile and is caring a vaporizer that looks like a cigar.

“Snap,” he says, pointing at my camouflage pants and then to his own.  He also has some sort of down vest, which he tosses to the floor.  He wastes no time in getting out his dick. 

We stroke.

“Daddy—can I suck that thing?”

“Sure…”

He comes over, kneels and gives me quite good head. The use of his hand on my shaft and tongue on my balls is really making me ready to blow.  Maybe he feels it, too, for he stops. 
“Do you fuck?  I'd really like your cum in my ass.”

“Let me at it.”

He gets up and out of his pants.  The Cub leans into the seat of the chair, arching his butt towards me.  It’s a very hairy ass.  I kneel and begin to tongue his ass crack.  He moans---and tells me to eat him out.  I concentrate on his hole.  I am so ready to drop the load I have been edging for at least four hours.  I spit one last time on his open pucker.  I stand up and push the gob into his hole with my dick.  He gives way easily.  I am halfway into him in one push.

He gasps.

I slow down for the next half.  He eggs me on—“Breed me, Daddy.  I need cum.  Breed me good.”

I begin fucking him in earnest.  It’s going to take no time at all. 

“I’m so close with your big Daddy dick in me.  So close….”

He is not lying.  I can feel his ass tighten around me.  But it’s what I want, too. 

“I’m gonna breed you,” I grunt out.

“Do it.  Breed me good.”

That does it.  I fire into him.  Spurt after spurt.  I hold onto him tightly.  I can feel his ass clutch at me again—as he unloads on the chair seat.

I pull out. 

He cleans me off.

And gives me his number…