Surprises at the New Arcade and Theatre

 Lansing—September, 2025

 

(This picks up where we left off…)

I get out of their deserted parking lot to eat the meal I packed.  I find a coffee shop—and sip my drink as I read.  Sometime, near 8 o’clock, I go back to see what is happening.  Things are picking up.  Around 20 cars are there.  Encouraged, I go back into the arcade, showing the cashier, a new woman, my arm band.

I make the tour expectantly.  No one is here.  Not a soul.  They are all in the strip club.  I settle down in the same booth and find an interesting video.  Fairly soon, I hear someone banging the doors to the other booths.  He looks into mine.  He is my age, short and rather round.  “Nice dick,” he intones, and leaves, shutting the door that I had deliberately left wide open.

I stroke.

A young man, who has very long hair and the beginnings of a beard, looks in.  “May I join you?”

I nod.

He sits next to me.  He’s in shorts and sandals with a faded red t-shirt.  He is lithe and thin and uses his hands a lot as he speaks.  He tells me he loves the looks of my dick.  May he touch it?  I nod and he does.  Can he take his out?  I nod again—and he unzips.  It is thin with a nice foreskin.

We stroke to the porn.  Then we stroke as we look at each other.  Now, we stroke each other’s dicks—which makes him pant.  “Excuse me,” he says.  He does up his pants and disappears.

I stroke, shaking my head.

The older guy comes in.  “That kid wants you to fuck him—but he’s too afraid to ask.”

“Ok…”

“He’s in the big theatre.”  And he pops out again.  I wait a moment and go into the theatre.  There they both are.  The older man on the other side of the room as I sit near the young man.  “I hear you want to get fucked.”

He nods and starts his rundown.  He’s not on PrEP as he’s not gay.  He would want me latexed.  And really lubed.  I agree to all that and take out a Magnum.  I ask if he wants to suck it before I roll it on.  He shakes his head.  I tell him I will eat his ass first.  This intrigues him.

Suddenly he bends, from where he’s sitting next to me and sucks my latexed dick.  Not much, just to get it wet, I think.  But he’s jerking at the same time as my mass fills his throat.  He explodes everywhere.  And has nothing to clean himself up.  I find more paper towel and hand it to him.  He cleans up and all but races out of the room.

I have too much lube on my dick, so I go out to piss and wash.  Coming out of the restroom, I look at the parking lot.  It is packed.   Men, in groups of two or three, are heading into the strip club.  Young men with their dates fill the lobby and the store—waiting to be seated.  I wonder if any will filter back to us.

I go back to my room.  And wait.

I wander when I have had enough sitting.  I find the only other guy here—the man who told me about the kid.  He is jerking to the porn in the big theatre.  I kneel and suck his cock.  It takes 30 seconds and he shoots.  Big.  And he leaves.  Now I’m alone.

I go back to my booth.  I find new porn as there are 50 some channels available to me.  I find a very wet squirt video and jerk contentedly.

I hear noise in the next room.  I have lost all track of time.  I get up, not bothering to hide the hard-on.  I find an attractive man jerking to the porn.  We jerk to his very vanilla straight fuck and suck.  I ask if he’d like more.  Nope.  He likes to watch porn and the live porn, when there is a crowd here.  I ask if there is a time when they usually arrive.  He doesn’t really know—but is as surprised as I am how empty the space is.

I leave him in peace and go back to my squirters—and the guy in the video who keeps taking a face full each time the ladies erupt.

I go out to the parking lot for some air.  There is absolutely no room for another car.  The strip club is packing them in. 

I wander in the cooler night air. 

I go back in.

I stroke.

I join the Stroker in the big theatre.  He sits on one side of the main door and I the other.  We seem to be watching the same video.  Occasionally, I catch his looking at me, but it’s just interest, not lust.

The door opens.  It’s a guy in his 50’s I recognize.  He is a man I met at the other cruising place after I filmed with the BDSM couple.  He wanted to be fucked—and I wanted to go home.  But here he is—and I am more than ready to fuck.  He comes right over.

“We meet again!”

I nod.

“Where is everyone?”

It’s the question of the night and no one knows the answer.

“Well, you can fuck me tonight!”

“Absolutely.”

“Where?”

“Right here.  Bend…”

He does, holding onto the back of one of the benches.  I pull his shorts down.  He’s wearing no underwear.  His generous ass is lightly haired.  I go to my knees and begin to eat him out.  It feels wonderful—actual contact with another person.  

“If you’re going to jerk to us,” the guy says to the Stroker, get out here where I can see you.”

He moves to be in his sight line, beating his generous, slightly curved cock.

I go back to eating butt.  The guy is squirming, begging for my cock.  I stand up and slide in. 

“Fuck, you fill me up!”

I begin a slow fuck, but I can’t keep it slow for long.  I build fast.  All the hours of stroking are not letting this be a long fuck at all.

“Give it to me,” he chortles.  “Cum in my ass.”

That’s all it takes.  I begin shooting.  All that pent up seed.  I fill him up.  Some sloshes out.

I hold for a moment, then pull out.  He’s still bent, ass jutting towards me.  I go to my knees and begin to felch my load out of him.  He groans—and begins stroking his cock.  I hear it, I can’t possibly see it with my face plastered in his wet butt.

“Fuck, that’s hot!”  It’s the stroker; he is shooting a load.  I can hear it in his ragged voice.

“I’m gonna shoot, too.  You want some fresh cum?”

Without waiting for an answer, he spins around and pushes his dick into my mouth just before it goes off.  He’s right—the mix of cum from his balls and my cum from his ass is absolutely perfect…