Bookstore Saturday 2: Big Dicks

 (This picks up right where the last post stopped…)

Jackson—December, 2025

After the hot mouthed bearded man left, I wander around.  In one of the cabanas, with the curtain still open is a grey-haired man I recognize from here.  He loves to cross dress and today is no different, he is in hose and garter belt.  They show off his bubble butt as much as any jockstrap.  I have fucked him before and know he’s got a talented hole.

He bends, holding onto the side of the cabana, the moment he sees me.  I step in, not bothering to shut the curtain.  I grease my dick and slide in.  He groans.  I don’t fuck him long, for I want to taste his ass.  I pull out.  Damn.  I lean in and whisper he needs to do another rinse.

And he argues with me.  Never mind his shit is all over my dick.

I sigh and go to the restroom.  He follows, telling me he’s just got here after his clean out.  He shuts up as he sees my dick in the light.  I wash—and decide lunch may be a better option.  I go out to my car and there is the note from the bearded guy with his name and phone number.  I sit in my car and eat.  In the rearview mirror, I see the grey-haired guy come out and get in his car, to go home to clean once more.  I finish up and go back inside. 

I end up sitting in the lone chair in the same room as the medical exam table.  I stroke.  A man comes in.  It’s the Marathoner. 

(I have known him for years.  Longer than I’ve been writing the blog.  He got his nickname as he ran.  A lot.  And it kept him rail thin.  He’s slightly thicker now. When we met, pre-PrEP, he did very little.  I tried to suck his cock, but it was huge.  The head would not fit in my mouth.  He wanted to fuck me with a condom.  I told him no.  We settled on me eating his ass.  And he loved it.  No, LOVED it.  That’s what we always did at his house; he never came to mine.  I took my rimseat and he was in heaven, always busting a load on my chest.  We stopped seeing each other when he got in a relationship with a cute bottom.  I have seen him at this establishment before, but not for a couple of years.  With PrEP, he’s become more versatile.)

He greets me and hauls out his cock.  I lick his balls as he strokes it.  I try once again to take him.  Nope, he’s thicker than Keshawn.  A man comes in.  He’s younger than the two of us, likely early 40’s.  He is Black, slightly cubbish and opens his fly as he watches us play.  And he’s hung thick, too.  Not very long, but very girthy.  He strokes.  He goes down on me as I lick the Marathoner’s balls again.  We rotate with each other.  I can just get the Thick Guy in my mouth.  Thick Guy can j-u-s-t get the Marathoner in his mouth.  The Marathoner goes back and forth sucking our cocks. 

Another man comes in and the Marathoner takes off.  He does not like an audience.  Thick Guy and I trade off a little more and then take a break as he doesn’t want to shoot yet.

I wander.  The Marathoner pulls me into a cabana and shuts the curtain.  “You need to eat my ass.”  He strips off his pants and underwear.  He kneels on the built in bench, presenting me with his hairy butt.  I kneel and begin to tongue him.  He moans.  I do every trick I know.  I go up and down his hairy cleft.  I burrow in slowly.  I tongue fuck him.  I lick and spit.  He stops stroking and pulls his ass cheeks apart.  I go deeper into him.

“Stand up.”  I do.  So does he.  He grabs my cock and guides it into his hole.  “Get my hole open.”  I am in him three inches or so.  Deeper than ever.  He pulls me out and I eat him out again.  My tongue can go deeper now—and he is groaning.  He stands up and we do the poke my cock in his hole thing again.  Four inches in.  I go back to eating him out.

“I’d let you fuck me but I didn’t clean deep…” he murmurs.  This makes my balls juice up my cock with a ton of precum.

He is stroking faster.  His first shot hits the bench.  He swings around and the second shot hits my nose.  The rest goes on the floor, dammit.  He thanks me and takes off, after some vague ‘let’s get together’ type comments.

I find Thick Guy out by the medical table again.  He is standing next to a very young white man.  Thick Guy has his dick out.  I pull mine out.

“I don’t dare show you my tiny dick,” says the young man.

We encourage him.  He reluctantly unzips.  “I know I’m not like you alpha males…”

It is a four-inch dick of pretty typical thickness.  Thick Guy reassures him that it’s fine.

“No, it’s small and I know it.  My wife makes fun of me.”  His dick wilts a little.  Thick Guy rolls his eyes at me and takes off.  I think I know what this guy wants.

“Look at my big dick.”  He does.  “Now stroke yours.  Show off that tiny cock…”

He’s hard again.  I lean in and whisper really filthy insults about his smaller dick.  He gets harder with every sentence. 

We are both stroking faster.   

“Cum for me.  Look at my big dick and shoot…”

He erupts.  All over the floor.  He looks at me.  “You’re a great Dom.  My wife would love to see you do that to me. Thanks.”

I nod and offer him a piece of paper towel…

I wander.

Thick Guy is in a cabana.  He beckons me in.  “I want to take off.  Will you suck me off?”

I go to my knees.  I open wide.  Really wide.  It’s not so much sucking as he just fucks my open mouth.  But that thick cock going over and over my tongue is doing just what he wants. 

“Here it comes.   Do you want it?”

I make some sort of affirmative sound.  He begins to shoot.  At first a dribble.  Then a torrent.  I can barely keep up.  I close my lips around him as I don’t want to lose any.  It seems to make him feel even better—and the cum just keeps on coming…