The Next Week at the Bookstore

 Jackson—February, 2022

I had such a good time on the Saturday (of the last three posts!!) I went back on the following Friday…

 

I pull into the lot.  There are enough cars to make my dick jump.  I go in, pay and wander the lounge.  There are three men here.  Everyone one else must be downstairs in the arcade.  I pass by the man who has fallen asleep in the straight area, nod at the guy in the Trans area and sit down across from a man who is stroking in the gay area.  He is about my age, in good shape and has a cock that is every bit as big as mine.  I get mine out and stroke it to full hardness.

In moments he is on his knees and sucking me.  It feels good, but it is nothing special.  I suggest he lick my balls, but he ignores me.  The guy from the Trans room wanders in.  He takes out his cock and plays with it as he watches the blow job in progress.  My hand goes out in an offer to help him, but he moves farther away from me.

The man from the straight area wanders in.  My cocksucker sees him and is instantly on his feet.   He steps away from me and looks quickly at the screen.  The guy stroking hides his dick, too.  I don’t care. 

The new arrival looks at all three of us, shrugs and leaves.  The stroker follows him.  My sucker offers me his cock.  I suck him.  His dick is cold.  Really cold.  Has he has used something for lube which is causing it?  It is rock hard, so then I wonder if Tri-Mix causes this condition.  But it is unsettling to have something a few degrees warmer than a Popsicle in my mouth. 

He seems to tire of me, just as I’m about to say I need a break.  He goes downstairs and I don’t see again.  Or anyone new.  I give it an hour and go home. 

You just never know from one week to the next…

And so I went home to where dinner was thawing…