"Swallow My Cum, Stud"

 Jackson—September, 2022

 

I wanted a change.  It was Saturday, so I decided to pack a lunch and go to the bookstore with in and out privileges and all those viewing areas of different types of porn.  When I arrived, there were just a few cars in the parking lot.  It was still before noon, I figured.  And I didn’t really want to be in crowds of men anyway.  I parked and went in.

 

There is a new price for the lounge.  I have brought in exact change—so I need to go back to the car for more.  I sigh—but go back, pay and go in.  Well, well.  They have actually been working on the place.  The lounge, many years ago, was a strip club.  There have always been remnants of that era:  the stage, tables, the restrooms—and you could tell that the gay movie area  had once been their dressing room. 

The various nooks created around a wide screen television, each showing a different type of porn, are gone.  So is the stage.  Three booths are there now—with gloryholes in the back walls.  Steps and a platform run behind them for the men to climb up and be blown—with the sucker hidden in the booth.  A covered slurp ramp, if you will.  More makeshift cubicles are opposite the booths.  They are made of cloth and have drapes you can close to give you privacy.  The televisions are mounted around the end of the room that used to be the Trans area.  Some are high on the walls, others are on tables.  The best thing is that a gay and a straight screen are side by side—so worried married men, who never went into the gay area, can see what they want to see and no one else will know which screen they are looking at.  There are chairs and couches to sit and view them all.

I continue my tour in the other direction.  I pass the unused glassed walled shower where strippers once showed off.  It’s a storage space now.  I pass the men’s bathroom, no change there.  The women’s bathroom, always padlocked before, has become the gay lounge with new sofas and chair and better porn.  At the end of the hall, the old gay space is now the Trans space.  It has a couple of chairs and a doctor’s exam table.  Are folks really going to get naked, climb on and get their heels in the stirrups?  I can only hope that this crowd is brave enough.

I sit in the new gay area and stroke.  I am soon joined by a man I vaguely recognize.  I figure out where I know him from when he tells me that he missed seeing me at the gay campground this year. He hauls out his cock, too.  We chat about the new playspace here.  He is not impressed.

Eventually we trade blow jobs.  He has a nice cock and an adequate mouth.  It’s all pleasant friction, not explosive in the least.  He’s making a day of it, too, so he soon zips up and heads down to the arcade.

I hear movement in the corridor.  The swish of nylon rubbing together.  I look over at the open door and soon see the cross dresser, who is always in a hot pink skirt, amble by.  She nods to me and goes to the new Trans room.  I stroke a little more, zip up and see who else has arrived.  It is sparse in the new viewing area—one man groping himself to the new side by side screens.  I go up the steps and try to feed my cock through the glory holes, even though I know no one is in the booths.  Two are too low for my long legs, but the third feels comfortable.  I make a mental note for another day.

I go down the hall and find the cross dresser sitting on the chair in the Trans room.  Her pink skirt is around her waist and her sizable cock is being sucked by an older blond guy with wavy hair.  I stick my dick in her face.  Her mouth is soon wet and slick with deep throat saliva.  I begin to face fuck.  Demandingly.  She grunts out her pleasure.  In moments, she tenses up and blows her load into Wavy Hair’s mouth.  He spits the cum on the floor.

They both take off. 

I stroke, back in the gay area.

Lunch in my car.

I go back in.  More men have arrived, but not many.  A silver haired daddy is standing and stroking to the side-by-side screens.  He had a thick, veiny dick.  I sit near him, hauling out my dick and begin stroking.  First, he looks at me and then away.  Then I do the same.  Finally, he moves another step towards me.  “Do you suck cock?”

I smile at him and go to my knees.  It’s a pleasure to suck this beauty.  He makes appreciative grunts and holds onto my shoulders.  Suddenly his grip tightens.  He blasts a load straight into my throat.  Not a single shot on my tongue, until the final dribble.  I clean him up.  “I’d like to do that to you sometime,” he murmurs.  “If I ever feel brave enough.”

I smile at him again.  And lick up the drop of cum that has just appeared in his ample piss slit…

*

A man in his 40’s is watching straight bondage porn on a small screen.  He notices me looking at him.  He suddenly gets up and mounts the steps behind the glory hole booths.  I can’t believe it.  I step into the booth.  His cock is there, long and hooded with foreskin.  I sit on the little hassock provided and suck his dick.  He groans and seems really into it.  My tongue gets under his hood and he moans.  I think I have an easy load.

But suddenly the main door opens.  No one entering can possibly see him, but he freaks out.  He pulls away, zips up and all but runs out of the lounge…

*

In the gay room I find a man in work clothes, stroking a thick cock.  It’s his semi parked out back.  He has a shaved head and is just a little younger than myself.  He nods his head at me and spreads his legs, inviting me to get to work.  I kneel and suck.  He is a great precummer.  And a moaner.  Every time I take him all the way down my throat he let’s me know how good it fells.

He groans again and looks down at my cock, twice the size of his.  He is fascinated.  He reaches down and touches me.  “Let me suck that thing.” 

I stand up.  He takes me tentatively in his mouth.  He figures out how to cover his teeth.  I look down and his cock is rigid and dripping even more precum.  He groans—and I know he’s going to blow.  I am torn to keep my dick in his mouth or to take his load. 

He decides for me.  He pulls off me and pants: “Swallow my cum, stud.”  I go to my knees and am able to get him in my mouth just in time for the explosion…