Lansing—September, 2025
I am not a fan of men
holding a loud conversation while in a play space like a porn theatre. But occasionally it’s not about their new
condo or some pop star I’ve never heard of, but about other good cruising
grounds. An interesting discussion had
happened on one of my last visits to my usual haunt. The Voyeur and a man I didn’t know were
extolling the re-model of an arcade and theatre to the north of us. I pricked up my ears. They loved the new set up and had had a great
time.
I decided to check it
out. It is attached to a strip
club. I’d heard for years that men
sought relief in this arcade after watching the strippers. I chose to go up on a Saturday. Once again, I decided to make it a two-part
day. I arrived in the afternoon and
since my admission was good for all day, I would return after dinner.
I pulled into their lot around
3pm. There was not a car in the
place. I was not sure they were even
open. I circled the huge lot and headed
for the exit, when a man in a pickup truck turned into the lot and drove past
me. He parked and went in. I
circled around and did the same thing.
I paid and got a wrist
band and the talkative lady at the counter told me it was good until they
closed the place around 3am. I went on
my tour. It was clean. The cleanest place of this type I had ever
been in. There was a medium sized room
with three screens in it playing three genres of porn. Padded benches lined the walls. The old drop a token booths are what had been
ripped out and four smaller rooms constructed.
Each had a door you could lock and a huge selection of porn to choose
from on the large flat screen. Each room
had a padded bench that could easily accommodate three people. There was also a much larger room, the true
theatre, with four screens and many benches.
It was a great
space. With no people.
I chose one of the four
individual rooms. I left the door open,
found a movie—bisexual and condom free—and opened my pants. My cock erected…
I hear the outer door
bang and footsteps. The door of the adjacent
booth is opened and closed. Then it’s my
booth. There is the man from the pickup
truck. He enters and locks the door. He stands there a moment, his eyes on my dick.
He swallows hard and says
“You suck?”
“Sure.”
He’s slightly tubby,
dressed in a flannel shirt, jeans and a large wedding band on a pudgy finger. He even has a John Deere cap on his
head. He unzips. It’s a small cock. But it’s hard. He moves in front of me so I can stay
seated. I lean forward and take his
entire length into my mouth. My tongue
begins to work and he groans. He’s going
to take no time at all. In moments, he is bucking into my mouth. There is not much volume to his load, but he’s
feeling great. He groans out his orgasm
and instantly pulls out of my mouth. He
stuffs himself back in his jeans and is out the door, letting it bang behind
him.
I stroke.
I hear someone new in the
area. He checking the doors and finally
finds mine. He is 50+, white, tall and
thin with a handsome face. He is dressed
in shorts on this not particularly hot September day. He gazes at my dick.
“May I come in?”
“Sure.”
He leaves the door open
and takes out a thick cock. It is my
thickness—but not as long, with the same big helmet head. He waves it in front of my face, but before I
can get to it, he is on his knees and sucking me. He’s good.
Very good. I lean back and idly
touch his shoulder in encouragement.
When his knees tire, he
stands and I kneel in front of him. It
really is a six-inch version of my cock.
I work hard. My tongue is
everywhere. Especially his leaking piss
slit. He fucks my face for a moment. It turns him on so much that he pulls out, so
as not to shoot. He pulls me up, hugs me
and has me sit again. He does a second
round on me before he suggests a break.
I think he's heard the
same noise I have: someone else is in the place. And he wants to investigate.
He puts his wet cock away—and out he goes.
I stroke.
A grey-haired married man
peeks in. And comes in, locking the
door. He is older than I, tall and thin
and instantly starts taking all his clothes off, leaving on nothing but
socks. He kneels, naked, to suck me,
ignoring his hard dick. I let him. He’s fine.
Nothing special. I want it wetter
and sloppier—but I can tell that’s not his thing. To change things up, I stand up and fuck his
face. For the first time, he touches his
own cock as I do it.
I pull out.
He looks up at me. “Shall we be dangerous and unlock the door?”
I nod and do it.
The guy in shorts joins
us. The naked guy sucks me as I suck the
guy in shorts. It’s fun, if not earth
moving. The guy in shorts loses interest
pretty fast and leaves. The naked guy
locks the door after him.
“Fuck my face again.” He sits on the bench, his head propped
against the wall at the end of it. It’s
a good angle for me to face fuck him. His
hand is all over himself now. He blows
his load all over his pubes. I bend to
lick it up, but he won’t let me. He
takes an excruciatingly long time to clean up with a fast-food napkin, get
dressed and leave.
I stroke. Door wide open.
“Company?”
I nod.
The guy is hot, 40’s and
beefy. He’s in cargo pants and a tight,
white tee. He sits, looking at my
cock. “Damn…”
He takes out his own dick,
thick and uncut. And hard. He works it.
I watch him watch me. Finally, I ask: “Do you want help with that?”
“Naw, I just like…” He
never finishes the sentence. He is shooting
a massive load all over his hand and on his abs, having just pulled his tee out
of the way in time.
I desperately want to
lick up his load. But I don’t. He has nothing to help his clean up. I fish out some paper towel from my
pocket. He’s grateful—and mops the semen
off his abs, but leaves his cock rather coated as he tucks it back into his
white Hanes.
He’s out the door in
flash. Time spent in my presence? Eight to ten minutes, at the most.
I stroke. Alone a little longer this time.
A young man appears in
the door. All smiles. It’s the guy with the longer hair and the
hooked cock I fucked first thing at the cruisy playspace a couple of weeks ago.
“Does Daddy need some
ass?” he grins.
“Fuck, yes!”
He strips. We leave the door wide open. He kneels, naked but for socks, on the
bench. This time I am going to eat his
butt. It’s very hairy in the crack and
is making my mouth water. I kneel. He groans as my tongue finds his hole. I begin to work him open. I am certainly his first cock of the
day. He’s rather tight—for a moment—but is
soon flowering open under my tongue.
“Fuck, you know how to
treat a boy…”
This makes me tongue him
harder and faster.
He begins to beg for my
cock. I let him—and keep rimming. I rear up, my cock lubed and drooling. I push into him. I inch in.
Slowly. He pants. He’s a no poppers guy. He opens as he forces himself to relax.
I am now buried in his
ass. Every inch. He groans.
“Fuck me!”
I begin slowly. Working up speed. Rather shallow at first, but giving him more length
each time. He grabs his hooked cock and
begins pumping it—fast and furious. I
speed up, too. It’s a harder pounding
now. On each stroke his head bumps the
wall with a soft thwack.
It turns both of us on.
I keep going. Harder, then slow. I pull out, thinking I’ll eat his ass again,
but Hooked Cock, spins around and begins jerking his own dick.
“You’re going to make me
cum, Daddy.”
He is sitting on the very
edge of the bench. His hand works his
cock at top speed. I hunker down, to
look at him at eye level. He groans and
says something unintelligible. His cock
head flares big and he begins to shoot.
To keep it from covering me, I put out my hand and he sprays his load on
me, coating the palm.
The moment he’s no longer
shooting, he grabs his clothes and takes off.
I think about coating my
cock with his load, but decide not to. I
go wash up, not because he was dirty, but a cock straight from an ass is not
everyone’s choice. I go back and stroke
a bit. But we are at dinner time—and the
men have dried up.
I go out to my car and eat
my dinner, intrigued by what the evening will bring…
(More to come…)
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