“When It’s Time to Unload, Find Me.”

 Jackson—May, 2025

 

The bookstore that is half video theatre/half bathhouse has had really good foresight in promoting a special event.  A group of men had independently said ‘Let’s always meet here on the second Saturday of the month.’  The manager heard of it and promoted it with signage all over the store.  It has worked.  The crowds on any second Saturday are always bigger than average.   

I took off, just before noon, to see what trouble I could get into…

 

It’s packed.  I take the last parking place in the vast lot.  Once I am in the lounge, I can barely move.  Maybe it’s just as well, as I can’t really see in the dark space after driving in on this bright spring day.  The crowd moves—and so do I.  I go to my usual spot where I can watch five different screens.  More of them are of gay content today, with the expected crowd.  I watch three men being blown.  I sit off to the side on the huge couch.  I watch as the man sitting in my usual chair here contorts and gives up his load to a hungry sucker.  The spent guy gets up—and I take his chair.

I get the same cocksucker on me.  It’s the Choker.  I haven’t seen him in quite some time at either location.  He does his usual proficient job.  As he comes up for air, he asks for piss.  I can’t help him out.  Yet.

My wet dick feels cool to the air.  But not for long.  A white guy, 50-ish, with iron gray hair and wearing a Northwestern University sweatshirt, steps up.  He grabs my cock in a death grip.  I tell him to ease up.  He actually listens to me, goes to his knees and begins to lick the cock he tried to strangle.  He turns into a talented cocksucker.  Even with that massive wedding ring that keeps catching the light as he strokes my balls.  He tries every trick in the book to get me off.  He really wants my load.  But I’ve just arrived.  I finally tell him to take a break.

A man with a shaved head, who I recognize from here, nods to me from the next chair.  He is getting his cock worked over by a guy that looks like he’s from the great north woods.  (Likely just the gay campground up the road.)  The guy getting done smiles and nods to me.  I nod—and at that moment, the gay cock sucking couple from my usual haunt pass by. 

Shaved Head is instantly on my cock.  He is moaning a lot in the back of his throat.  It provides a great little extra bit of vibration to the sucking. 

The mountain man, who’s beard is massive, finishes up on the guy sitting near me.  He nods to me as he leaves.  Then he bends to my ear: “I need that in my mouth today.”

I nod.  The guy he’d been sucking gets up.  He comes over to feed me his wet cock and Shaved Head moans into my balls.  I do love to have a dick in my mouth as mine is being sucked.  It was a moment that didn’t last long, but it really got my balls churning.

A series of men, who I don’t remember at all, suck me as I stay in place.  There are three, maybe four, of them.  Nothing special, other than their love of big dick.  Finally, I need to take a break and walk around. 

The slurp ramp has all three holes being used.  Every curtained cabana is full.  I go to the back room with the medical table.  There is the same guy with a shaved head who I’d just sucked.  He is lying on the table, getting his cock sucked by a younger man.  The guy sucking is stocky.  Bending over to suck makes his ass jut out.  He is wearing walking shorts that ride low, revealing the waistband of a jock.  He sees me watching.  Never stopping the sucking, he deftly undoes the front of his shorts and they slip to his ankles.  It a plump and furry butt, beautifully framed by the white straps of the jock. 

I kneel, in reverence to such a thing of beauty.  He moans in surprise that it is my tongue that invades him.  “Eat that ass before you fuck it,” says the guy getting his cock sucked.  This guy’s hole is opening easily with my probing tongue.  He moans around the cock in his mouth.  I stand up and slide in.  Now he’s groaning.  But still sucking.  And clenching down on my cock.

“Fuck him!” says my buddy on the medical table.  “Give him that big dick.”

I pick up speed.  My hips are slapping his full, furry ass, making a lot of noise.  A crowd gathers.  Men jerk off to our fuck—but not one of them wants to take over from me.  I slow down.  I pull out.  I eat his butt again.  He is wonderfully wet.  He moans.  I stand back up and fuck him again.  The guy he was sucking now holds the younger man, cradling him in his arms as he takes my cock.  It’s a moment that is maybe hotter than the hot fuck. 

I slow and pull out.  The young man straightens up, turns and gives me a hug.  “When it’s time to unload, find me.”

I smile, deliberately not saying yes or no.  I go explore.  I end up on the big couch—and in the mouth of the mountain man.  He is incredible.  He has technique for sure.  But there is something extra—maybe just a palpable love of what he’s doing.  He worships my cock.  And balls.  And the musk under them.  He can’t stop licking and sucking.  And I’m in no hurry.  I let him do whatever he wants.

“I haven’t been fucked by a cock this big in years.  Would you?”

He doesn’t want to do it right here.  We search.  The cabanas are still full.  I suggest the medical table, but it now is occupied by a blindfolded older man who is getting no action.  I make to ask him for the space, but am stopped by the mountain man.  “He won’t move; don’t even try.”  We settle for a chair.  He strips naked and kneels.  His ass is almost the exact opposite of my earlier fuck—hairless and thin.  His hole, as I find it with my tongue, has seen a lot of work over the years.  He has permanently swollen ass lips that are a delight to make even bigger.

Again, we attract a crowd, but smaller this time.  I stand up and enter him.  Slowly.  Inch by inch.  He is panting.  His cock had been rock-hard for the rimming, but it wilts now.  He desperately jerks it to take his mind off the invasion in his ass.  I bottom out.  Hold.  And begin the fuck.  Slowly in and out.  A nice steady tempo.  He relaxes.  And is soon moaning out his pleasure.  He is fed a dick.  He takes it gratefully.  The dick in his mouth makes his own harden back up.   The guy in his mouth begins to fuck his face.  We match strokes—plowing into him in time at each end.

He groans again. 

“Want my load, fucker?” asks the guy in his mouth.

There is a choked affirmative.  The guy fucking his face let’s go.  Mountain Man touches his own cock at the same time.  He takes the load—and seconds later, his own load pours out of his dick and onto the chair seat.

I slow down and pull out.  I can sense he can’t take any more.  I offer my cock for a clean-up, but he is lost in his own little world of post orgasmic bliss…

*

I take a break and eat my lunch out in the car. 

I watch the crowd thin as I chew.

I go back.  I need to piss, but the Choker seems to be gone.  But the young man I’d fucked earlier is here.  And naked in the back room.  We still can’t get the medical table, but he is happy to kneel on the same chair I used to fuck Mountain Man.

“You still want that load?” I ask as I kneel and begin eating out his ass.  I am pretty sure another man has been up here since me, but I can’t taste cum.  It’s just been loosened up with a hard fucking.

“Please.  I love to leave here with cum in my ass.”

My tongue goes deep.  He moans.  And is rewarded with a cock in his mouth from a watcher.

I keep eating.  I feel more than see the guy in his mouth begin a face fucking.  I stand up and slide in.  The hairy young man stops sucking and concentrates on taking my dick.  He does.  He relaxes and takes the other cock into his mouth again.

I am really turned on by the fact that both the men I’ve fucked today have had both holes filled with dick at the same time.  It’s always made me hard.  I really want to rotate with the guy in his mouth, but he refuses my offer of his ass. 

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” I say, panting a little.  I am closer to shooting than I thought possible.  My cock has been very well used here this afternoon.  “You still want me to breed you?”

I know the answer, but I know how to work the audience. 

The cock in his mouth makes his answer turn into an affirmative grunt.  I speed up.  I am really fucking hard into him.  Just as suddenly, I stop, pull out and go to my knees for one last taste of his hot, wet hole. 

“Fuckin’ pig!” says someone in the crowd. 

I idly wonder which of us he means.  I stand back up, my cock rampant.  I slide in and begin to shower his hole with spurt and spurt of my creamy jizz…