Jackson—October, 2022
It was a foregone conclusion
that I would head back to the bookstore with the new layout. I went on a Wednesday afternoon. This surprises me now, as I type this up, as
I usually go there nearer the weekend.
But it was a terrific set of encounters…
I go into the refurbished
lounge with the heavy door clunking shut behind me. I pass the new cubicles that have glory holes
and the cubicles hung with cloth to give privacy. No one is viewing the variety of screens at
this end of the building. I go the other
way—the gay room is dark—the big screen television isn’t even on. The trans room at the end of the corridor is
empty, too.
Fuck.
I go back and sit—watching
a straight video. The man in it is good
looking, hung and demanding. My cock
stirs and I begin to jack. I hear a
movement behind me in one of the cloth cubicles. I turn.
A naked man appears. He is a blond,
hairy cub type—mid 30’s to 40’s. His decent
sized dick is hard and throbbing. I have
used him here before. He recognizes, me,
too.
“Let me suck that big
dick.”
He gets on his knees
and takes my cock into his mouth. He’s
great. And it’s an incredibly sloppy
blow job. My balls are collecting puddles
of his spit. I tell him to lick them
clean. He does, willingly, staying there
until I nudge his head back to my shaft.
He finally pulls off
me. “Will you fuck me?”
I nod. He kneels on the couch, supporting his arms
on the back. I eat his ass for a long
time, licking at all the hair that runs rampant down his ass crack, but always
coming back to tongue drill his once tight pucker. Finally, I stand and slide into him. He grunts.
And says “The harder the better.”
I begin plowing into him. We hear the main door open, but the GH cubicles
block our view for the moment. Then he appears,
a man around the same age as the guy I am in.
He is dark haired and built. His
massive biceps fill the sleeves of his red T-shirt. I pray
he will come over and stick his cock in the Blond Boy’s mouth.
Now he really sees us,
too, and realizes what we are doing. He walks
slowly toward us. His hand gropes the
front of his baggy gym shorts. But then
he turns and walks away towards the gay area.
We fuck a little more,
but I know Blond Boy is anxious to see what trouble he can get into with Gym
Rat. I let him go and watch the straight
movie. I give them five minutes. When I reach the gay room, the television is
now on and gives a ghostly light to the action happening. Blond Boy is sitting in a stuffed chair, left
over from someone’s 1990’s living room. Gym
Rat has his dick in BB’s mouth. His gym
shorts are around his ankles. He wears
no undergear of any kind. Blond Boy, still
slurping on GR’s cock, grabs the ample butt cheeks of Gym Rat. He pulls them apart. I kneel and my tongue makes contact with a
much tighter asshole.
“Holy fuck,” Gym Rat
grunts out. He has two terrific tongues
working on him at the same time. GR
sighs again. “He tells me you have a big
cock. Fuck me.”
I re-double my efforts
to get him really wet. I can’t wait to
get into him. I lick and spit a few more
times, as I grease my dick up. I
stand. It’s not a great angle, but I get
the head into him, while he’s still being blown.
“Slow,” he hisses.
I have already
stopped. He tries to push back on me.
“You’re just too big,
man. Sorry.”
Blond Boy comes off
his dick. “Then fuck me again.”
He hunkers down in the
chair. Gym Rat kneels on the arms of it,
so he can still get to Blond Boy’s mouth.
I have to kneel to fuck Blond Boy.
I do, and slide into the hole I left dripping with precum. It’s a fun fuck—but it is hard for any of us
to be comfortable. I plow him and occasionally
slip a finger into Gym Rat’s ass.
My knees on the hard
floor give out first. We all stretch and
head our separate ways: Gym Rat to the
basement arcade, Blond Boy to see who walked past us into the trans room and I
go back to the main area.
The moment I sit down
the main door opens. I don’t turn, I just
jerk and wait to see if they come my way.
I smell him before I see him. The
acrid smell of asphalt. Now I do
turn. It’s one of the construction crew
working on the highway. He is in stained
work clothes, that smell of his job—and it’s a total turn on for me. He glances at my cock and sits right next to
me on the love seat.
He pulls out his
cock. Bigger than average and
uncut. His rough hands play with
himself, one on the shaft and one on his hairy balls. We stroke silently. Throwing sidelong glances at each other.
He breaks the silence. “I really hoped to find a cocksucker here.”
Without a word, I slip
to the floor and take him into my mouth.
His hands caress the cropped hair on my head. That asphalt smell again. He is dripping precum like crazy.
“I really need this.” I work on his foreskin. I pull it down with just my lips and
tongue. He groans. He is getting close, very fast. To slow him just a little I go to his
balls. They are wonderfully musky from a
half day’s work.
He groans. “Take my cock—I’m gonna shoot.” I work up and swallow him down. He erupts the moment he feels my tongue. It’s a massive load—creamy and thick—and his
whole body is shaking. I keep him in my
mouth, nursing his cock, until he stops.
I stand up. The back of his hand touches the underside of
my cock. “Someday,” he says, “I’m gonna
try sucking one of these…”
I smile and move so he
can stand up, zip up and get back to work…
*
I take a moment after
he leaves. Then I wander back to the
trans room. Blond Boy is on the exam
table. He lies on his back, feet on the
stirrups. “This should make it easier.”
I go to my knees and
begin eating his ass. I know the remnants
of the load in my mouth is no issue for this ass. I taste myself in him as he pushes his hole
out into my mouth. There is movement
behind me. Gym Rat and a bear around my
age have come in. They both have their
cocks out…
Lots more to cum—Next Time.
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