Hitting the Target

 Jackson—June, 2024

On the last trip to the Jackson bookstore, the one with the lounge that has become a full play area, I had noticed a flyer taped to the door.  It said that the second Saturday of every month a group met in the lounge.  I asked the cashier about it.  She told me it tripled her attendance on that day.

I knew I had to check it out.

I got there right after noon, with a packed lunch for later.  The parking lot was jammed.  I barely found a place to park.  I went in, paid and stepped into the darkened lounge…

 

Men are everywhere.  And they are playing, not milling around and just looking.  Blow jobs are happening.  The booths are filled and men are on the slurp ramp getting head from those hidden guys.  I walk back to the medical exam table.  There are seven or eight men here.  All sucking or being sucked.  And all in my age range. 

I move to the space almost behind the table and take out my cock.  In moments, a man pulls off the dick he’s been sucking, sits on the table and bends to take me.  I’m just on the edge of full hardness and his mouth does the trick.  He grunts out his pleasure as he services me.

“Don’t forget my balls.”

He moves there.  His tongue is magic, making me drool precum.  Another man moves closer to us.  With a slight push, I send the man with the hot mouth over to the new cock.  He fellates him with the same look of pleasure on his face, but in moments is back on me.  He spends the next few minutes going back and forth on our cocks—until the new guy gives him a mouthful of cum…

*

I wander.  I use the slurp ramp and stick my cock through the hole.  The unknown mouth on my dick is adequate at best.  His teeth hit my flared head once too often and I move on.

I stroke to some three-way sex on screen, sitting on the large couch.  I have two men come by.  Each give me some head. Pleasant and a nice change from my hand.

There seems to be no ass available today…

*

My dick needs a rest—so many mouths on it.

I go eat lunch in my car. 

When I come back, I settle into one of the smaller rooms to watch porn.  I pull out my cock to see who I can attract.  The crowd has shifted a little.  Some younger men are here now.  One of them, somewhere in his early 40’s strolls by, sees my dick and comes in.  He’s handsome.  He stands at the door, groping himself.  He nods.  I nod.  He kneels and takes me into his mouth.  He’s great.  A moist and hot mouth and tongue, and that look in his eye of being right where he wants to be…

He loves the musk from my balls and tells me so.  Then he proceeds to lick every hairy millimeter of each sack.  Eventually he moves back to my cock.  A larger man, that my sucker seems to know, sits down next to us.  He watches the blow job for a moment before he pulls out a thick, angry red fire plug of a dick.

I love the sharing.  I nudge my sucker to give him a try.  He does.  And back to me.  Then he tries the new man again, moving so he is between his legs.  I hear him unzip—but I can’t see the cock he’s now stroking.  Eventually, when he can’t get the guy to shoot, he comes back to me.  But his knees are tired.  He gets up to stretch—and disappears…

I wander.  I really wanted to give him my load. 

I find a few other willing men, but now I’m spoiled.  I let them suck, but I know I won’t be getting off.

I go back to the big L shaped couch, where I can see a variety of porn.  In moments, the guy who I wanted to give my load, sits on the other part of the couch.  He pulls his shorts and underwear down around his ankles.  He is stroking a nice seven incher.  We smile at each other.  I stand up and bring him my dick.  He leans forward and sucks me. 

I go to my knees and suck him for a bit…but I can tell that is not his thing.  I move down.  My tongue connects with his pucker.  He groans.  I rim him a bit.  He moans and strokes.

“You want my cock?”

“I do—but it’s too big…”

I lube up a finger and begin stroking his prostate.

“Oh, shit….” He groans.  He jerks, I can tell he’s moments away.  I lean forward, but he blocks me.  He wants to jerk.  And in moments, he fires.  A huge load all over his balls.  It runs down to his hole—and I push it inside.

“Cum on my hole,” he pleads.

I am right there.  I pull out my finger and fire my swimmers at his once tight pucker.  They hit the target.  Five splats of semen that begins to drip.  I finger some inside of him.  He groans out his approval.  I wipe up some more of his seed, pushing it inside him—where our cum can mix…