Excellent Head and a Cheap Whore

 Jackson—March, 2023

I didn’t play for two days after my bi-sexual bookstore scene.  But by Sunday afternoon, I was ready again.  I went in the opposite direction, to the bookstore that had changed their multi-television viewing areas into more of a playspace.  I got there right before noon—hoping to find all those men who begged off going to church with their wives…

 

The parking lot is very full.  I pay for my ticket and go into the lounge.  Many of the clientele here had resisted the change to the venue by staying home this last month—but they seem to be out in force today.  Sex is happening in one of the glory hole booths and behind two of the curtained cabanas.  Men are seated in the various areas, jerking themselves or groping at the mound of flesh under their trousers.  I sit on the comfortable couch where I can see four different screens, each showing a different type of porn.  I pull my cock out and stroke.

I am soon joined by a man around my age who I have never seen before.  In moments, he is sucking my dick, happily jerking himself as he does it.   He deep throats me with ease and enjoys his thick spittle covering my cock when he pulls off me.

“Don’t forget my balls.”

He goes right to them, reveling in their scent.  He licks at them without being told.  And carefully takes them individually into his mouth, without the pain of trying to fit both inside at once.  As he comes up for air, he discovers the slight musk from the once pristine jock, now with the pouch pushed over to the side of my package.  He inhales deeply, reveling in its odor, before spreading the fabric over my wet balls.  He then proceeds to lick my balls through the fabric.  He jerks faster as he does this, huffing in the scent as though it is poppers.  In moments, he shoots on the floor.  He thanks me and takes off.  I reach down and swipe up some of his load and work it into the jock fabric, thinking I need to remember this moment and report it to the jock’s owner. 

I give some head to an older man in the gay room.   When I stand up, he returns the favor.

I hear sex happening down the hall.  I go investigate.   A gray-haired cocksucker I recognize from here, is kneeling between the legs of a dak haired guy in his 40’s.  I stand to the side and stroke.

“You need to suck that big one,” the guy getting serviced says.  The cocksucker just picks up his pace on the dick in his mouth.  The guy in the chair beckons me over.  He takes my cock in his hand and hefts it.  “Fuck,” he mumbles.  Suddenly his grip tightens and he is shooting his load into his sucker’s mouth.  It goes on and on, it seems, from his grunting and panting.  No drop escapes the hungry man on his knees.

The guy lets go of me and does himself up.  He ruffles the hair of the cocksucker and takes off.

“Next?”  the cocksucker says, looking at me.

I smile and sit down.  He goes down on me without another word.  The first guy was great.  This man is even better.  There is suction, there’s the load in his mouth and the even busier tongue.  I sigh and relax back into the seat.  The guy I’d sucked in the gay room now comes in to watch.  He unzips and gets his dick out again.  He stands to the side and strokes as he watches me being given expert head.

I wave him over.  I want him in my mouth again while my cock is being worked on.  He seems to hesitate—and another man, tall and lanky, comes into the room.  He sees what’s happening and he pulls his cock out, too.  The first watcher looks at the new man, and then walks over and sticks his hard cock into mouth.  This makes the new man erect fully and begin to jerk.  I can’t pay too much attention to him as I need to work on the cock in deep in my throat.

Another man walks in.  It’s the Marathoner, the tall lean man who is all top, but love for me to eat his ass.  He comes around to the other side of me.  I think he’s going to offer me his cock, so I can go from one to the other, but no, he’s just wants to jerk to the scene.  The other man who is not busy goes after the Marathoner, but he can’t get a taste either.  He settles for working the Marathoner’s nips.

The man in my mouth is totally turned on by five men having sex in such a small space.  In just a few minutes, he is not letting me suck, but is fucking my face.  “I’m gonna cum.  You want my load?”

I grunt an affirmative.  The man grabs my ears and forces his way deep into my throat.  He groans and gives me everything in his balls.  I can’t see it, but I hear the Marathoner lose a load all over the wall next to my chair.  The guy in my mouth can’t take my tongue cleaning him up.  He pulls out with a grunt and heads to the bathroom.  The Marathoner leaves, without making eye contact with me.  My cocksucker needs to get off his knees.  I help him up—and he heads out of the room, leaving me with the tall, lanky guy.

“Let me get a taste of that,” he says softly.  I sit back down and let him suck me.  He’s fine.  Nowhere near as good as the two older men earlier.  But he’s doing well.  He rocks back on his heels.  “I would really rather have this up my ass.  You fuck?”

“Sure.  You prepped for it?”  I hate asking, but at bookstores you never know…

He nods.  “Why I’m here.”

He stands up and drops his pants around his ankles.  There is no underwear of any kind.  I get up and he braces himself by bending over the chair and holding on to the back of it.  It’s a skinny ass that goes right along with his body type.  But there is a nicely haired ass crack.  He reaches behind him with one hand and pulls his cheek, showing me his hole.  I consider rimming but my wet cock just wants to explore him.  I push in.  He groans and takes me.  He’s tight without being too tight.  He relaxes almost instantly. 

“Fuck me, man.  The harder the better.”

I give him what he wants.  Long and hard.  I slap his ass—loving the contraction it causes, squeezing down on my cock.  I wonder idly if I am close.  The moment I think that thought my orgasm recedes.  I fuck until he asks for a break.  He pulls himself together and goes down to the booths in the basement.  I go to my car for lunch.

When I come back in to the lounge, the crowd has thinned.  I find the tall lanky guy sitting watching porn.

“You want my load?”

He perks up and follows me back to the medical exam table.  He gets out of his shoes and pants and lies back, his feet in the stirrups.  His cock erects as I touch his ass.  This time I go to my knees and lick his fucked hole.   He groans, not expecting this at all.  I could swear I taste jizz inside.  Maybe he got lucky downstairs.  I rim (or felch?) a little.  He moans.  I stand up and push into him.

“Fuck me.”

My stroke is long and slow—letting him feel every inch.

“Harder, please…fuck me like a cheap whore.”

I try not to smirk and pick up the pace.  It’s been an active few hours and my cock is ready to explode.

“Take it,” I grunt out and explode inside him.  I grab his hips and stop thrusting as I shoot. 

I let go of him when I trust myself to move again.  I pull out.

“Did you just cum inside me?”  I can’t tell if it’s just a check that I got off or if he’s upset. 

“I did what you asked,” I answer as I wipe my cock onto my jock puch.  “I fucked you like a cheap whore…and cheap whores get an ass full of cum.”

He smiles and lies back down on the medical exam table and fingers his cummy pucker…