"Fill Me Up, Stud!"

 Eastern Illinois—October, 2023

 

I arrived at my work gig feeling quite refreshed after the bookstore visit detailed in the last post.  Which was a good thing, as I had two weeks of intensive work with no time to play.  Things relaxed a little by the third week and I finally had a full day off.  Two actually.  I had scheduled a meet with Keshawn on Tuesday, but I also had Monday to myself.  And I needed relief!

I chose to go to the bookstore I visited in Eastern Illinois when I had worked this gig the last time.  I loved the set up there:  the two theatres were behind the same door.  The two spaces also had their own restroom which was really convenient.  I packed a lunch and made the drive…

 

I buy my admission—as does the man behind me in line.  The store has only just opened.  We go in.  He makes a beeline to the straight side as I go the other direction and piss.  There is one man in the gay side, sitting on one of the two couches.  He looks familiar from when I was here before, but I can’t be sure.  That is until he opens his mouth and begins critiquing the video.  I’m right.  He never is happy with anything shown here—and is very vocal about it.  I move away and go sit in the straight theatre.  The other man is there and kneading his crotch.  He stops the moment he sees me sit down on the opposite side of the room.  The movie is slow—but the action fun.  I am yet again surprised by internal cum shots in a straight movie.

The next scene begins with a lot of dialogue.  I am obviously not going to have any fun with the other man here—as he has sat rigidly, looking at only the screen, with his hands by his side.  I wonder if he has even noticed my cock out?  I cover it up and go to the other room.  The critic has moved to standing in the back.  I sit where he was earlier.  He takes note of my dick coming out, but soon moves on to the other room to offer his opinions on that video over there to his captive audience.

I stroke.

A new man arrives.  He is around my age, white, with a full head of very white hair.  I remember this guy, too.  He gives very enthusiastic blow jobs.  He sits next to me.  He takes out his dick.  He looks at mine, longingly.  I nod.  And he is on his knees in a flash.  H takes me into his highly practiced mouth.  He sucks.  He licks.  He deep throats.  I nudge him down to my balls.  It feels good—he knows what he’s doing.  But somehow it isn’t remotely sensual.  I could no more cum from it than I could from doing push-ups.

He takes a break when his knees tire.  I am alone for quite some time, but it’s a hot movie in here, all very juicy threeways.

The door opens.  No one comes in here for a bit.  Then a man I played with a lot last time comes in.  He recognizes me, too.  He sits next to me.  He’s likely 45 to 50, Black, and big boned.  His dreads are pulled back and under the hood of his sweatshirt.  He looks at me—and looks at my dick.  I nod and he goes down on me.  He has a large mouth and his tongue is thick and muscular.  And he loves sucking cock.  Every move he makes tells you he is right where he wants to be.  I sigh and let him lick and suck where ever he wants.  My cock.  My piss slit.  My balls. I even undo my pants and shove them around my ankles so he can lick under my balls.  He flirts with sweeping that thick tongue over my pucker, he teases me for a moment, but then makes the long slurp up from under my balls to the top of my cock.

He pauses to pull his own pants down to his knees.  His thick, if not long, cock is rampant.  I lean forward and suck him for a moment.  He is one of those men who get so hard when they are doing the sucking, but deflate when someone does any reciprocation.  He enjoys my mouth—but is eager to get back to sucking me. 

And I let him.  He sucks me long and deep.  We kiss—something new for us, but I desperately want to taste his mouth with my precum in it.  It’s long and passionate.  His cock is fully erected again.  He is still on his knees, his ass jutted out to the room.  The enthusiastic guy comes back.  He crawls under him and sucks on his cock as that large tongue goes back to work on me.

I squirm in pleasure.  I keep seeing his naked ass.  A fat one.  I want it.  I slide out from under him, and with the other guy still on his cock, I begin licking his hole.  This is new for us.  He groans.  Loudly.  Enthusiastic Guy comes up to watch me rim and to jerk himself.  EG shoots his load on the floor.

“I’m gonna shoot,” groans the man bucking back on my tongue.  He does.  I get to clean up what is left on his cock.

We talk a lot.  He has Detroit connections.  He takes my number and swears he will let me know when he’s in Michigan.

I jerk.

I talk to the video critic.

The door opens.  “Well, well…”

It’s the guy who was a staple the last time I was here.  White, my age, tall and slim.  I had fucked him—the first time he’d allowed himself to have anal sex in years.  And here he is, wanting more.

“I got a text from…” and he names the man I had just rimmed and made shoot.  “He said I better get over here…”

We catch up a little.  He sucks me, making me squirm.

He sits on my cock again to open himself up.

I tell him I want to really plow him. 

“Do it.”

We change positions.  He kneels on the couch and lets me pummel his ass.

“I’m going to shoot,” I groan out.  “Can I breed you?”

“Fill me up, stud!”

And I do.  Two weeks of load…saved for a hot hole…