Jackson—June, 2025
The day after the last
post was the second Saturday of the month.
That meant the gay men of west Michigan would gather at the
bookstore/playspace to the east of me. I
aimed to arrive just after noon. I wasn’t
disappointed…
The lot is full. I finally find room to park as someone else
leaves. I go in, pay my admission and
enter the lounge. Men are everywhere: watching and jerking to the assorted big
screens, playing in the curtained cabanas, being serviced off the slurp ramp or
milling around in search of the next cock or mouth. I find a chair to the front, where I can see
five different screens. A regular, who
loves my mouth, nods to me, but he doesn’t stay—he’s in pursuit of someone new.
The cocksucking couple from
my usual haunt are here. Shaved Head
nods to me. I pull out my dick, but he’s
in pursuit of new meat—and I can’t blame him.
Instead, I am treated to a warm up blow job by his partner. Shy One comes over, kneels and gives me
really great head. He loves sucking me—maybe
it’s because he doesn’t do it every time we see each other. He spends a long time on me, thanking me as
he gets up and moves on.
I stay for a moment, but
decide to push through the crowd to check out the medical exam table. I get there, with my erection pointing straight
ahead. There are three men here. One man leans against the exam table as the
other blows him. Sitting in the one
chair in the room is the Voyeur. He
flogs his half hard cock as he watches the sucker go from a deep throat to
licking the guy’s balls. The Voyeur nods
to me and I go to my knees to see if I can get him to stiffen up. He does, slightly. I finally have to stop. The Voyeur leans down and tells me it’s fine—he’s
already shot twice today. He gets up and
leaves. I stay to watch the man across
the room, who is sucking, get the load.
I move to the middle
room. There is an older gentleman here
on one end of the sofa. The overstuffed
chair is free. I sit there and stroke. In moments, I have a cute cub on his knees
and giving me head. I sigh. I am being blessed with men who have great
oral technique today. He happily sucks my
cock and is just as turned on by my slightly sweaty balls.
A handsome guy stands
watching us. I recognize him. He is the very married man who let me give him
his first rimming. I haven’t seen him
since then, but here he is. And
hard. He sticks his dick in my mouth as
the cub keeps busy below. I love this
position—having someone on me as I suck a third. I happily do the same to the
married man as I’m getting from the cub.
It doesn’t last
long. Married Guy is now surrounded by
three other men watching him get serviced.
He hates an audience. He grumpily
pulls out of my mouth and stomps away, expecting me to follow. I get one of the spectators in my mouth instead. The
cub barely notices the man in my mouth has changed. But he is getting tired—and soon takes a
break. Instantly, the guy in my mouth
disappears after him. I am once again alone
with the older on the couch.
“You’re popular,” he says. “I can see why…” He gestures towards my dripping
dick.
“You have a great one
yourself.” And it’s true. He does.
A good seven incher with a very pronounced helmet head.
He mumbles some sort of
thank you. I get up and kneel in front
of him. He’s surprised, but lets me do
it. I go down on him and in one smooth
move go all the way to the base. He
gasps. I begin working my tongue all
over him. In moments, I am swallowing
his load. He groans—and thanks me
profusely.
I wander.
I feed a guy my dick
through the gloryhole. He is the least
experienced cocksucker I’ve had today.
But not bad. He slobbers happily on my cock.
I get some head in the
same chair where I started.
I check to see if there
is anyone looking to get fucked on the medical exam table. There is a man there. I have seen him here other times. He is lying there blindfolded. But he is positioned on the table so his ass
is not available and his legs, with how he’s set the metal stirrups, get in the
way, as well. I wonder if he wants head—but
his cock has all but disappeared into his belly fat. I leave him alone…as has every man in the
place…
I sit in the same overstuffed
chair. I have the room to myself for the
moment. The Married Guy finds me again. He takes out his cock and offers it to
me. He is dripping cum. “I just shot,” he tells me. I keep sucking. He’s taken his Viagra and it’s not going
down. The moment he is balls deep in my
throat, a guy walks in.
“Dammit,” Married Guy
fumes. “Follow me.” We make our way through the now slightly
thinner crowd, our two hard cocks swinging.
He finds a free cabana. “Suck my
dick and see if you can get me off again.”
I do like a challenge. I go to my knees and swallow him to the
root. He plumps some more, deep in my
throat. I pull off him to lick his piss
slit. It takes every trick I know, but
in five minutes or so, I have him panting.
I love seeing the look of desire on his very handsome face. In another few minutes, he is giving me his
load. Rich and creamy. So copious I wonder if it really is his
second one. He declares himself done—and
takes off.
I wander. I sit in the chair in the back room. The large man on the medical table has given
up. Men stop by, but no one is
interested in me. Not until a guy in his
50’s with a handsome face and a great head of hair, going grey at the temples,
comes in.
“You need me on that
dick.”
I nod.
He kneels. He is every bit as good as Shy One. I groan as he takes me effortlessly to the
root. I love his tongue work. He spends a long time, unasked, on my
balls. He’s great. But my cock can’t quite give up a load.
I tell him he’s good, but
I often have a hard time cumming in a mouth.
“I know who you
need. Wait here.” He leaves.
I don’t actually expect him to come back, but he does. With a much younger guy. He’s a dark blond and the jeans he’s wearing
show off an amazing bubble butt.
“You should fuck him,”
says my sucker.
“You want my cock?” I ask
the younger guy.
He nods and unbuckles his
belt. He pulls off the jeans and tosses
them on the floor.
“You want to suck it
first,” I ask.
“Naw. I’m just a bottom. Fuck me as hard as you want.” He bends over the exam table, jutting his
hairless ass towards me. The cock sucker
goes around the side of the bench and holds him in place by spreading the young
guy’s ass cheeks. I kneel and begin
rimming him. He has the tiniest bit of hair
around his pucker, but that’s it. I get
him good and wet.
“Feel good?” asks the
sucker.
“Fuck, yeah,” says the
bottom. “He’s really opening me up for
that big dick.”
I spit one last time and
stand up. My cock slaps the round globes
of his ass. I push into him. His ass takes me effortlessly. I love looking at his ass lips sucking my
cock inside him. I bottom out and
wait. He breathes. The cocksucker feeds him poppers.
I begin to fuck. Slow and deep.
“Give it to him!”
breathes the cocksucker.
I pick up the pace.
“You want my load?” I
ask.
“Fuck, yes!” He’s breathing hard himself.
I build a little
more. And my cock goes off. It just jettisons the cum I’ve been building
up all afternoon. But with no real
feeling. I churn it a little—and pull
out.
The cocksucker is on me
instantly. He cleans my cock. The young man starts to get up. “Stay,” I bark out. He does.
The cocksucker pulls off me, loving the taste of cum and ass jizz. He sees my load beginning to ooze out of the
bottom. I kneel and lick up my cum.
“You pig…” whispers the
cocksucker.
“Let me have a whiff of
your poppers and I think I can shoot again.”
He gives them to me. Instantly, I know I need to be inside this
wet young man. I stand and push in. He groans.
The cocksucker pulls his cheeks apart.
I plow into him. Two, ten, twelve
strokes. A few more and the orgasm begins. I bellow out the feeling…and give the young man
another load of cum deep in his ass…
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