Jackson—December, 2025
I was on the hunt again,
the day after I’d fucked Julian. I
changed my hunting ground. I went to the
bookstore which is slightly farther away.
It is the one that has the glory hole closets, private cabanas and the
medical table.
It was a Saturday, just
before noon. And the men who had been on
good behavior with their families for the holidays were out and ready for some
fun…
I go into the dark lounge. I have to stop as the door shuts behind
me. I really can’t see. I inch my way forward, touching the partition
to my right. Five more steps and I move
past the partition and I can now see, thanks to the light from the television
screens mounted high on the wall. There is
grand mix of porn showing. There are men
everywhere. I move through them, to my
right and towards some seating where you can see four of the different screens. The chairs, on one side, are full. I sit on the low couch on the other side. Men are milling everywhere—but no sex is
happening in public. The curtained cabanas
are unoccupied, but the glory hole booths/slurp ramp set up behind me seems
busy.
A chair that I prefer
becomes available. I move over, sit and
unzip. A guy in the matching chair nods
to me and watches me unzip and pull out my meat. I get it hard. Just as the guy seated with me is about to
ask, Shaved Head, half of the couple I see at my regular haunt, appears. He touches my dick and kneels. We are the only public sex—and the men stop
milling to watch us.
Shaved Head is enjoying
showing off. He makes a point of pulling
off my cock and catching his breath—show me off to the crowd and letting the
men know he can take the big ones. He
goes back down on me and does some repeated deep throating. He comes up, grabs some air and begins to do
his usual suck routine. He is perfect
warm up head. He squeezes my knee as he
gets up, by way of a thank you.
“Do you mind if I take a
turn?”
It’s the guy sitting next
to me. He’s somewhere between 40 and 50
and in decent shape. I say ‘sure.’
“My knees are bad; would
you mind standing in front of me?”
I get up and present my
wet cock to him. He reaches out and
grabs me in a death grip. His mouth is
fine, covering the first few inches. His
tongue feels good, but he is squeezing the base of my cock so hard I have to ask
him to stop.
“Oh, did I nick you? Sorry, I was trying to be really careful.”
“No, it was how tightly
you were squeezing me.”
“I’ve often been told my
teeth get in the way,” he responds, having heard nothing of what I’ve said.
I put my dick away and go
for a tour. Men are everywhere. One of the curtained alcoves is now in use—I can
hear the sounds of sex through the fabric.
In the farthest room, I surprise a blow job happening in front of the
medical table. I leave them to it. I go back towards the slurp ramp. Two glory holes are in use, with guys plastered
to the wall, their dicks in the holes.
One is available. I stick my hard
cock through it. A soft hand caresses
it. Nice. Wait—that soft hand is stroking me, not
guiding me to his hot, wet mouth. I wait
a moment, but it remains a jerk off. I
pull out with a sigh. I wander a little
more and end up in a small room with a couch, chair and good porn. I sit in the chair and stroke.
A dozen men walk by, stop,
look and keep on going. No one ventures
in until finally a large, older man sits on the couch. He pulls out his dick and strokes. He loves the porn right in front of him. He also loves to turn his head and watch me stroke. I expect him to ask to suck me at any moment. And yes, he’s standing up. But he’s not coming to suck me, he’s standing
up to shoot. He splatters a big load all
over the floor.
He suddenly looks embarrassed,
crams his sticky dick into his pants and heads next door to the restroom.
Damn, I’d have liked that
load…
I stroke.
A tall lanky man, with a longer
than usual beard, steps into the room. He
stands by my side. “That’s a beauty. May I?”
“Please.”
He kneels—and I am
treated to some of the best head possible.
The guy loves dick—and shows it.
He has to have had hundreds in his mouth to get to be this much of a
pro. The tongue. The suction.
His volume of spit and throat slime.
And his beard. It caresses my
balls one minute and tickles the shaft of my cock that next. I can’t get enough. I find myself being very vocal. It eggs him on.
Finally, he pulls off and
stands up to rest his knees. The spit on
my cock is shiny as it catches the light off the television screen. “Could you take your pants off?” he
asks. “I need to work on your balls.”
Instantly, I stand up and
drop them to my ankles. I thought what
he’d done with my nuts before was terrific, but if he wants more…
I sit back down. He kneels.
He licks my cock from the drooling head, down the engorged shaft to my
full, damp balls. He lifts them and
begins licking on either side of my cockring.
Fuck! My secret place—and I didn’t
have to tell him. He licks and spits and
licks it all up. He goes lower. He is flirting with my asshole, but not quite
going there. He moves upwards with his tongue: perineum, balls, cockring, shaft and the slippery
head. I have stopped thinking and just
luxuriated with his tongue. As he
reaches the top of my dick, his beard is all over my balls and shaft. It feels wonderous…
“I want you to fuck my
throat.”
“Sure.”
We try it with him
hanging his head over the arm of the sofa.
It’s fine. But he wants to be naked
when I do it, so he suggests a cabana.
We find a free one. He strips. He gets on the padded bench, his legs on the
back wall and his head hanging over the edge.
It’s a little low for my long legs, but we make it work. I pump into him a few swallow strokes and
then go deep. I pull out long strands of
his deep throat spit. I wrap them around
my cock and face fuck him again.
We do it five or six
times before he has to swing around. His
cock is rampant. I sit and he works over
every inch of my cock and balls once more.
He pulls off me. “I could shoot.”
“Well, give it me when
you do.”
He grins. He attacks my cock once more, his beard all
over my wet and sticky balls. He gags
himself on purpose. He quickly stands up
and feeds me his cock. He gets it into
my mouth just in time. It’s a massive
load and rather sweet. He lets me get
every drop off of him.
“I really want to get
fucked by you, but I didn’t prep for today.”
I nod.
“If you give me your
phone,” he adds, “I’ll give you my number.”
“It’s locked in my car. I can put it in yours…”
Well, his phone is locked
in his car, too. “A note?”
“Sure.” I tell him the color and make of my car—and he
will leave his info on the windshield.
I smile. I would love a naked re-match with this man sporting
the hot beard…
*
There is so much
more. I didn’t think this would be a two
parter, but we are just halfway through my time there….stay tuned!
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