The Perfect Scene

 Jackson—February, 2023

Good sex can either leave me totally sated or it can just make me want more.  The second bookstore trip had been fun and it just made me hornier as the week progressed.  I went to another city for more on Saturday afternoon.  The bookstore that had recently transformed the viewing stations into play areas had been slowly building a clientele.  They were out in force on Saturday…

 

I am sitting in a chair watching some less than average straight porn.  But the distinguished looking man, with expertly coiffed grey hair, is giving me a terrific blow job.  He is on his knees between my splayed legs.  He had indicated he wanted to take me to one of the curtained cabanas, but the lure of my cock must have been too strong.  He is slurping noisily away on me, choking himself on purpose.

The noise attracts men, of course.  They arrive one by one to watch from a few steps away—groping themselves.  No one makes a move to join us.  Suddenly the audience is just too much for my sucker.  He gets up and grabs my wrist, leading me into one of the cabanas.  He closes the curtains and unzips himself.  I turn the tables on him for a moment and suck him.  But he really doesn’t want that.  He wants my load—and says so as he pulls out of my mouth.  He kneels again, expectantly.  “You can suck it,” I tell him as he goes down on me, “but I just got here.  I don’t think I could possibly cum yet.”

He tries to prove me wrong.  He adds his hand to the shaft as he sucks.  But it’s too tight.  He’s actually hurting me, not adding to the pleasure.  I tell him I need a break.  And I do, not just from his hand, but because the place is so active today.  I hate being shut away from the rest of the men.

I take a tour.  There is a blow job happening on the overstuffed couch in the gay area.  Another in the Trans porn area.  Guys mill about—maybe a dozen of us.  I settle back in the chair I started in.  The porn loop is better now.  Instantly a Black guy, one of the viewers of my blow job out here, is on my dick.  He is likely mid-30’s.  He shucks his shirt, mid-suck, to reveal a well-built chest.  His cock is out and being stroked, but I really can see as his body blocks it.  He is good, if not great, with his mouth and tongue.  More enthusiasm than skill.

And then he goes to my balls.  Fuck!  Now he’s great.  It’s a thick tongue and it is everywhere on my hairy sack—never applying too much pressure or trying to suck them into his mouth.  I stroke as he licks.  He pauses to raise my ball sack. He is now licking my perineum.  He makes hungry sounds as his tongue and saliva covers all my hair down there.

Finally, he goes back to my dick.  But not for long.  His knees hurt him—and I help him stand.  His cock sways side to side and he rises.  It’s big and thick.  I suck it for a moment as he stands there.  But he is a true sucker, just like the first guy.  His pleasure is in giving.  He excuses himself and goes into the gay room. 

The next time I see him, he is on his knees, going back and forth between two seated men on the couch…

*

I meet up with the tall, handsome white man I have fucked here before.  He is also the man who traded off on Kyle’s hole with me—his first time with someone who is FTM.  We hug.  He, surprisingly, leads me into a curtained cabana room, too.  He goes down on me.  He’s great.  He loves the fact that my balls are wet with someone else’s spit.  He adds his own, too, before taking me into an effortless deep throat.

When he finally stands up, I suck his cock for a moment.  But my hands, resting on his hips, turn him around.  He knows what I want and bends slightly, grinding his ass crack against my face.  I lick his butt.   I get him good and wet.

“You want my dick?”

“Fuck, yes!”

He leans farther over, supporting himself on the built in bench in the back wall of the cabana.  I keep tonguing his slowly opening hole.  He’s a tight fuck, for a man who loves it so much.  I tongue fuck him, leaving him moaning.

“Stick your dick in me.”

I slap my wet cock against his now wetter hole.  I push in—and he takes me, pushing back.  He is impaled on the first stroke with every inch I have to offer.  I stand still.  He huffs some poppers—and I begin to fuck.  He’s tight and wet.  His ass cheeks are hairy, which is a good enough reason for me to slap them, making his ass tighten down even more around my cock.  He beats his own dick like crazy as I fuck.

“Don’t make me cum yet,” he whispers.

I slow down.  Finally, I stop and pull out.  He pivots and cleans my cock up. 

We hug again.

I go wandering, but I know where I want to cum…

*

I am in the Trans room.  I am eyeing a man against the wall.  He stokes a slightly larger than average cock.  I nod to him.  He makes no move to me, he just keeps stroking.  A cubby guy arrives.  I recognized him from previous visits.  He settles right down to suck me.  He’s good, so I let him go at it.  I hope the guy against the wall with let me suck him at the same time.  But he just beats his cock faster.  My cocksucker has worked up a sweat.  He removes his shirt.  Now my hand keeps going from the back of his head to his hairy shoulder. 

The talkative Black man, the unofficial greeter of this establishment and who is a fabulous cocksucker, pokes his head in.

“You’re in good hands with him,” he grins.  “Or should I say mouth?”  He pats Hairy Back on the head.  “Treat him right.”  And he’s gone to find a dick to suck.

Hairy Back is working every trick he knows on me, hoping for my load.  But I know where I want to shoot.  When HB’s knees tire, I go looking for my tall, handsome piece of ass.

I find him in the same cabana, where he has left the curtain open.  The talkative cock sucker is doing him.  Tall & Handsome has lost all his clothes since I saw him last: they lie in a pile on the bench at the back.

“Come in,” says Talkative.  I close the curtain, unbutton my pants and present him with a second big dick to suck.  He is delighted, of course, and goes back and forth between us.  At one point, both our drooling cock heads are in his mouth, rubbing against each other as he tongues us.

Eventually, I go to my knees and begin eating Tall & Handsome’s ass while he’s being sucked.

“You should fuck him,” Talkative says, coming off the big cock for air.

I grunt an affirmative.  Tall & Handsome moans—whether it’s from the idea of my fucking him again or from my rimming or the cock sucking, I don’t know.  I love the taste of his hole after my earlier plowing.  I leave a lot of spit behind.

I stand up to enter him.

Hairy Back chooses that moment to push through the curtain.  He takes in what’s happening and steps up on the bench.  He drops his pants to his ankles.  Tall & Handsome now has HB’s dick in his mouth, Talkative’s mouth and tongue on his cock and me entering his ass.  He stops sucking long enough to groan out a “Fuck me!” before HB’s dick is shoved back in his mouth.

It is the perfect moment for all of us.  Each of us are right where we should be.  I increase the pace of my fuck.  It’s going to take me no time at all.  I grab his hips and plow into his hairy butt.

“Breed him!” whispers Hairy Back.  “Give him that load.”

“You want my cum?” I bark out.

Tall & Handsome grunts something affirmative around the dick in his mouth.  I pump faster.  Talkative has wormed his way between Tall & Handsome’s legs.  I suddenly feel his tongue on my balls and the underside of my shaft.

Fuck!  I explode.  Deep in T & H.  Talkative goes back to sucking as I leave my dick in place, marinating in my load.  When I pull out, Talkative happily cleans me up.  I kneel and catch one drop of my cum oozing out of T & H.  I leave…with them all working to see who will shoot next…