History: Man's Country 1991

 It’s time for another stroll down my personal sexual history.

 

1991

“I better get some fun in now as no one will want me once I hit 40!”  To think that I believed that at 35.  But it is exactly what so many gay men thought in 1991.  Little did I know how good my 40’s, 50’s and 60’s would be.

I remembered the name of Man’s Country as the bathhouse my brother loved to visit.  I didn’t really want to tell him I wanted to go.  So where was it located?   No quick internet search available. And Chicago was huge.

Somewhere along the way I had seen an ad in in one of the glossy gay mags for Bob Damron’s Address Book.  I made a special trip to Border’s Books in Ann Arbor, knowing they had a miniscule gay/lesbian section, to see if it was there.  It was.  It became my reference book for everything gay in whatever city I visited.  They listed, bars, bathhouses, men’s health services, adult entertainment, bookstores and cruisy areas.  All reported by gay men for gay men.  The book got tucked under the front seat of my car and stayed there, only moving each time I got a new vehicle.

I found Man’s Country fairly easily.  (I’d always been good with maps.)  I sat in my car, parked on a tiny, dark side street and took a deep breath.  I went in.  The guy at the window could not have been nicer.  He issued my membership card with a smile.  I knew I wanted a small room, so I could lock myself away if I felt like it.  I think it was an eight-hour time limit.  I was arriving at 10pm.  Perfect.   He told me how to find my room amongst the warren of corridors and doors.

I found it, stripped and with my towel tightly tucked in and my key on my wrist, I went to explore.  I carried a small shaving kit packed with lube, condoms and poppers.  I went back to the locker room.  I really stopped and looked at the murals by Etienne.  I had never seen anything like them.  Gorgeous.  I found the stairs and went down to the wet area.  More rooms were down there, too.  I sat in the dry sauna.  Two guys came in.  They instantly began to take turns sucking the other’s cock.  I was mesmerized.  I tented my towel.  Soon, I was openly stroking to them.  One of them looked over at me and smiled.  I suddenly felt more at ease.  One got the other off.  They left, giving me an approving nod.

Heartened, I found the huge dance floor and stage.  It seemed to be more about guys chatting and napping than dancing.  I learned there were weekly strip shows there.

I walked the endless maze of rooms.  Some with doors open.  Many closed with sex obviously happening behind them.  I quickly figured out guy’s ass up vs lying on their back and stroking their dick.  I was invited in to a number of rooms, but I wasn’t quite there yet.

There was a dark room.  I hung out near the opening, in the room but still in some light.  I ditched the towel and openly stroked as I saw countless men disappear into the pitch black.  Delicious sounds of moans and groans came from within, but I didn’t go in any farther.  Not tonight. 

Music blared from the dance hall.  I went up and watched three men strip.  They were hot, but stripping for men who were all but naked themselves made me shake my head.

I went back to my room and sat on the hard wooden box with the wafer-thin mattress they called a bed.  What was I going to do?   The jury was still out on the safety of oral sex.  I really wanted to fuck anyway.  I went down to the basement.  All the rooms were taken now.  And here, almost all the men were on all fours, asses pointed right at the door.  I made the circuit twice.  I couldn’t believe that most of these guys never looked over their shoulder to see who stepped into the room to fuck them.  At the end of the hall, was a man with very hairy ass, likely in his thirties.  His ass was perfection.  A gorgeous mound of flesh and fur.  I went in and closed the door.

“Fuck me,” he muttered.

I suited up and did just that.  It was great.  I stopped, just short of cumming.  He was moaning, egging me on.  He finally looked over his shoulder.  “That’s a lot of meat on such a skinny guy.”  I beamed as I left his room.

Even better, there was no shit on the condom.  I was thrilled.  I fucked another guy.  Same thing.  The age of cleaning out had happened and I didn’t even know.  (When I mentioned this later to my brother, he credited the porn guys of the 80’s when, in their countless interviews with In Touch, Blueboy, etc, they talked about how they cleaned for the skin flicks. And gay men everywhere took it to heart.)

I wanted more.  I made a tour of the guys upstairs, too.  Always with a new Magnum in place.  At least one guy asked me to ditch the latex.  I fled.

I napped in my room.  Not really sleeping as my head was full of the butts I’d stuffed.  Around 3:00am, I made another tour.  Many doors where now shut, but there were lots that were open—and many sported new recruits who’d checked in after the bars had closed.

I didn’t fuck any of them. 

I checked the dark room—and went in a little deeper.  A hand tried to pull the towel off me.  I had an inner freak out and left.

On the other side of a lounge near the dance hall was the lone sling room in Man’s Country.  The door was open.  I’d seen slings in videos but never used one.  A hot guy was in it.  He looked right at me and waved me in.  I got hard instantly at the shape of his ass and the obvious use of his hole which had very pronounced ass lips.  I suited up.

“Fuck me as hard as you can.”

I did.  For a long time. 

“Don’t cum in the condom.  Cum on me!” 

I was finally close.  I ripped the condom off and aimed for his ball sack.  The force of my shooting covered his abs instead.  He sighed contentedly.  He now instructed me to put a latex glove on my left hand.  I found the box on the small table next to him.  I did.  Curious. 

“Dip it in the tub of lube.”

I did.  I brought my hand close to him.

“Now use your fingers.”

I did.  One.  Two. 

“More.” 

Four went inside him.  Instinctively, my thumb went to my palm.  He reached down and pulled my hand forward.  It slid right into his ass, his sphincter snapping shut on my wrist.  I had never had a feeling like this before.  Not to mention the mind fuck that my hand was buried in his hot butt.  He instructed me to pull out and push in again.  I was tentative to do it, so he pulled me in a second time.

Then I got it.  I began to really fist him.  He shuddered, telling me to keep going.  That I was doing just what he needed.  He scooped up my load and licked his fingers—and suddenly his whole body convulsed as I witnessed my first assgasm…

*

I checked out with a new clerk.  Right on time.

“Your membership card.  Take it or leave it here?”

I opted to leave it there once he told me many men did that.  “One less thing in your wallet,” he smirked.

I went to my car elated.  I was suddenly tired and slept in the front seat until I felt I could get a late breakfast and head home…

*

Speaking of cards kept on file….

The next time I went back to Man’s Country, I told the attendant my membership was on file.

He pulled out the big recipe box they were stored in and asked my surname.

I told him.

“Here you are,” he said, lifting out a card.  He read the full name on it.

I blushed a deep red and said, no that was my brother.

His jaw dropped and then he began to laugh as he found my card and proceeded to check me in….

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…

The Blond in the Corner

 Near Home—April, 2025

The first Saturday afternoon of the month.  A busy bookstore…

 

I walk into the video theatre.  My usual seat is taken.  All the seats in the row are full of men, groping themselves or outright stroking.  I find a seat off to the side, where I can still see both screens with just a turn of my head.  I sit and look around the room.  No one I recognize is here.  I haul out my junk.

Heads turn.  Some smirk.  Some look at it with lust.  But no one moves to do anything with it.  Not even the guy in his 50’s who is totally naked and sitting in my usual chair.  The door opens.  A white man in his 70’s enters.  He holds the door for a man who looks even older who is using a walker.  He sees the full seating, hesitates a moment and sits right next to me.

He sits with effort and tries to get the walker out of the way.  He looks at my dick.  Stares.

“That’s a beauty.”

I nod.

Moments later, as I pause stroking to take a swig from my bottle of water, his hand reaches out and grasps my cock.  Not tight.  Lovingly.  His smooth, very soft, hands stroke it.

“This is the cock everybody wants,” he whispers.

The man who let him in the door had found a seat on the other side wall.  Now he comes over to us.  “May I?”

He doesn’t wait for a response.  He bends over and takes me into his mouth.  Well, the top third of my cock.  But his tongue feels good and the guy in the walker hasn’t moved his hand.  I get a nice combo of head and hand.  I fleetingly wonder if they are partners.

The man sucking straightens up.  He can’t stay bent for long.  He finds a seat closer to us.  I get a little more full-length stroking from the guy with the walker before I excuse myself; the fully naked man is gesturing for me to join him.

I stand in front of him.  He gives me the head I crave.  Taking every inch and with great tongue work as he pulls back up the shaft.  He keeps it up, sure that I will blow my load any minute.

I don’t.

“You gonna fuck me, then?”

I nod.  He scootches down in the seat and raises his legs.   I would need to do incredibly deep knee bends to make that position work.  “Get on all fours,” I tell him. 

He sighs, but obeys.  I hunker down and tongue his butt.  I get no response from him at all.  So I don’t linger.  I stand up and push into his wet pucker.  Now he gasps.  He is moaning on every thrust.  Telling me to breed him.  Telling me to fill him with my cum.  The two sentences are on repeat.  He keeps moaning and babbling.

Suddenly he pushes back at me and puts one foot on the floor.  I disconnect.  He stands up.  I touch my cock.  He’s not dirty, but whatever he deep lubed himself with, before his arrival, is rank.  I go wash.

When I come back into the room there is a new arrival sitting kitty-corner from me, tucked into the corner by the gay screen.  He lowers the median age of the room significantly.  He is a lithe blond, wearing nothing but flimsy running shorts.  His pile of clothes can be seen under his chair.  He nods to me.  I nod back.  He takes his cock out. He jerks and his dick grows to bigger than average.  He nods again.

I get up and go over.  I kneel and begin sucking his cock.  After a few moments his erection begins to wilt.  I stand up and feed him mine.  His cock instantly gets hard again as he gives me head.  He is pretty good—obviously loving what he’s doing.

We are suddenly joined by the fully naked guy.  He sucks the young blond.  The big cock goes down again.  So the naked guy stands up and offers his dick to the guy.  He now has two cocks to serve.  He hardens right back up as he licks first one and then the other of us.

Julian, the fat-assed blond, comes in.  Finally someone I know.  He goes to his knees to suck.  This time, the young blond is so distracted by serving alternating dicks in his mouth he stays hard.  His mouth is busy and the fully naked guy and I are both enjoying bumping cockheads in his mouth.

He stops and looks around at the three men playing with him.  “I need to get fucked.”

That seems to let fully naked out of the running.  Julian stands up and pulls off his pants, leaving on nothing but a black tee.  “Get on all fours,” he says and he finds lube in his trousers before ditching them in a vacant chair.  The blond hands him a condom.  Julian rolls his eyes at me, but puts it on.  And fucks into the Blond Boy’s perky ass.  The younger man groans.  And then just takes it.  It’s a hard fucking.  It is the first time I have seen Julian top.  I know he’s vers, but he’s always eager for me inside him.

Julian plows away.  My own cock is drooling at the sight.  I pull out a Magnum and roll it on.  As Julian pulls out, I push the Blond Boy back down into the chair.  My significantly larger cock makes him gasp.  And jerk his own dick.  The fully naked guy comes back uses Blond Boy’s mouth again.  This makes him stop jerking himself, but not from moaning.  Julian strokes his dick, knowing he’ll be getting the same treatment soon, though without the latex.

Another guy asks Fully Naked for the blond’s mouth.  He gives way.  But Blond Boy can’t take it.  He erupts with a huge load that covers the chair seat and wets his running shorts.  He beats a hasty retreat to the restroom.  I find it thoughtful that Fully Naked mops up the spilled cum off the seat with a towel that has magically appeared from under his chair.

“Take that stupid rubber off and fuck me,” whispers Julian in my ear.  I toss it on the floor as he kneels in the chair next to the one that just got coated with sperm.  His full ass is in my face as I kneel and eat out his hole.

“This is gonna be a short fuck,” I tell him as I stand up.  My cock really liked the scene that has just unfolded today.  I push into his warm hole.  Julian sighs contentedly and grabs his own dick.  He jerks, just like Blond Boy, as I fuck.

“You know I want your load…” he groans. 

“Any minute now,” I tell him, breathing hard.  I love that the older men in the room are all watching our fuck.  No one cares about the porn. 

“Do it,” he hisses.

And I am there.  I empty my balls into him.  I marinate in him for a long moment.  As I pull out, Julian cleans me up, starting with some stray cum on my balls…

Learning to Suck Big Dicks...and a Hot, Hot Ass

  Near Home—March, 2025

 

(This is the second half of my afternoon at the bookstore.  See part one:  Naked Bears and Road Worker’s Naked Ass.)

“Take my cum, ass hole…” and I hold in place.  I think I actually do give Road Worker some semen, as I feel my big head swell even more.  But it’s not the intense orgasm, not that you’d know it from the way I’m grinding into him.

I pull out.  Roughly.  He fingers his wet hole.

He’s suddenly all smiles.  “Keep the poppers,” he says, as he gathers up his clothes and races to the restroom.

The Choker goes instantly to his knees.  “Let me taste his ass on your cock.”   He gobbles me down, groaning as if he has just sipped some classic vintage of wine.  He finally pulls off me.  “That is the best,” he mumbles, all but smacking his lips.  We watch as the departing Road Worker, now dressed, exits the room. “Such a whore…” he smirks and goes for another taste of him on my dick.

Once I sit down again, the Choker has another round on my cock and balls.  He can still taste Road Worker on my ball sack having thoroughly cleaned my shaft.  He sucks and licks and swallows happily.

And a good thing.  There is a lull.  The bears and the young man take off after watching me fuck Road Worker.  New men filter in slowly.  No one exposes his cock.  At first. In twenty minutes or so we have six or seven guys watching the porn and three are hard and stroking.

A larger guy in a flaming red sweatshirt enters the room.  He is tall and carries his extra pounds well.  He is likely mid-30’s.  He sits next to a man a good deal older than me.  He reaches out to touch his hard dick.  The older guy stands up and indicates for Red Sweatshirt to follow him into the restroom.  They stay there for 10 minutes or so.  I hear them come out and only Red Sweatshirt comes back into the viewing area.  He must have had success.  He sits next to a guy his own age.  His new quarry has no interest in him.

Ten minutes go by.  RS gets up and sits next to me.  He looks at my hard cock, shiny and achingly erect.

“Wow…”

“Thanks.”

“I’d love to try sucking that,” he whispers.

“Sure.”

“Here or the bathroom?”

“Here.”

He seems surprised.  But game.  He pauses.

“The thing is…well, I have only just started sucking dick.  I don’t know if I can take it.”

“The only way to learn is to do it.”

He nods.  Gets up.  And kneels in front of me.  I let go of my cock. His big hand reaches up and he take hold of me.  With a death grip.

“Ease up.  Caress it, don’t strangle it.”

He does.  He leans forward and takes me in his mouth.  His tongue connects with my piss slit.  He’s a natural.  But my girth and his teeth are an issue.  I show him how to cover them.  And he does—and it works.  He begins to lick and suck—but is wary about taking me too deep into his mouth.

He pulls off me.  “Ok?”

I tell him I love his tongue work.  He beams.

I mention I like guys to take my length, too.  He looks worried.

“Try it.”

He does.  And takes half of my cock before choking.  He pulls off me panting.  He is determined.  He takes a deep breath and goes down on me again.  Another inch.  He pulls out.  Pleased.  A deep breath and another inch goes down his gullet on the next try.  He comes up panting and all smiles.  “Almost there!” he grins.  He does it again.  Almost all of me.  I touch the back of his head and he swallows me to the root.  And it feels great.  I flex my cock head deep in his throat so he can feel me.  He groans, sending wonderful vibrations all around my buried shaft.

He comes up for air.  Panting and grinning.  “I did it.”

“And it felt good.”

This makes his grin go wider.  “Let me do it again.”

This time he takes me in one try.  All the way down and he squeezes me with his throat.  I flex my cock head, making it swell.  He pulls up and tongues the head by way of a thank you.

“Now my balls,” I tell him.

He leans in and begins licking.  His tongue feels great.  He works diligently.  He even lifts them and licks around my cockring without instruction.  Then he spoils it by trying to Hoover both balls into his mouth at the same time.  I wince.  He gets it and takes them one at a time.  That feels great.  And I tell him so.

He nods and takes the other one into his mouth.  When he’s done there, he works slowly up the shaft and spends time with my juicing piss slit before taking me to the root one more time.

He pulls off me.  He looks up, unexpectantly.

“That felt great.  I’m sorry I don’t shoot easily.”

He nods.  “That’s okay.”  He looks down at my cock and back up to my face.  “You taught me a lot.”  He smiles.  “Thank you for helping me be a better cocksucker.”

My hand ruffles his head in appreciation.  “Practice makes perfect.”

He nods—and in 15 minutes he is down on another man—and getting the load…

*

The Choker sits next to me after yet another session on my cock.  We watch a young man arrive.  Good looking, short dark hair and a bubble butt that fills his jeans.  He sits on the other side of the Choker.

We watch porn.  I stroke.  The young man kneads his mound.  The Choker watches the young man.  “You want that cock sucked?” he finally asks the guy.

He gets a shake of the head.

“Then you should let me eat your ass.”

I can’t believe it when the young man stands up and drops his pants.  He juts his firm, round and youthful cheeks at us.  The Choker goes to his knees and eats his hole out until the guy is panting. 

“Damn, you taste good,” says the Choker on the only time he comes up for air.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” the young man with the hot ass groans out.  “I need a cock in there.”

“That’s not me,” says the Choker.  “That would be him.”  He points to me.

Hot Ass looks over at me.  “I’m not sure I can take that, but I’ll try.”

I stand up.  Hot Ass fishes in his pants and passes me a condom for slim cocks.  I shake my head and pull out a Magnum.  He kneels on the chair.  I kneel behind him.  I tongue his wet hole.  The Choker has done a great job on opening him up.  I roll the condom down on my cock as I lick and spit.  I grease it up as Hot Ass moans and tell me to fuck him.

I stand up and slide in.  He gasps.  But takes it.  Even squeezes down on me.  And then does that annoying reach back to make sure I have the condom on.  He grunts and now grabs his cock which must have erected, which neither the Choker or I have seen.

I begin a steady fuck rhythm.  It is so odd to go back to latex now.  I miss the wetness on my dick.  And the heat.  I can feel some, but not what I’m now used to.

“So good,” Hot Ass croons.

The Choker goes to his knees beside us to watch the fuck at eye level.

I build.  Harder.  Faster.

Hot Ass strokes in time with my thrusts.

And it’s all over.  He blows a huge load on the seats. 

Hot Ass twists off my cock.  The Choker makes a move to suck me and then remembers the condom.  Hot Ass mumbles something, pulls up his pants to his knees and goes off to the rest room.

The Choker’s hand mops up three fingers full of semen off the chair seat.  He licks himself clean as I roll off the condom…

Priming the Pump

 Near Home—February, 2025

 

It was Friday.  A day that has become very lively at the bookstore. I thought about going, but I had a fisting bud coming the next day.  Maybe I shouldn’t go, but I also knew that he and I would be doing very different things.  The lure was too strong.  I ate an early lunch and took off to see what trouble I could get into…

 

I go in.  It seems darker today.  I can see about eight men around the room.  The cock sucking couple is here.  I see the shiny pate of Shaved Head working a cock as I settle into my usual seat.  He is sucking the young bearded hipster I often get to suck.  SH is giving him a good time—I can see it in how they are reacting to each other.  And it nicely gives Shy One a chance to start me off.  He arrives at my side.

“I guess you have me today,” he murmurs as he kneels.  His mouth envelops my entire dick.  He could teach a master class is cock sucking.  His tongue is everywhere.  He effortlessly takes my entire length deep into his throat.  Repeatedly.  He pulls off me and licks my balls.

From over in the corner, the bearded hipster gasps and then begins a series of groans that can only mean he is giving up his load.  Shy One glances over at his partner, a look of pride on his face.  He nods to me and they get up at the same time and head out the door.

I stroke.

I watch the Voyeur receive head from a young cub, who I’ve occasionally seen here.

A good-looking guy comes in, white, late 40’s.  He sits next to me.  His hand disappears down the front of his pants before he says hello to me.  We chat softly.  He reminds me that the last time I saw him, he shot on my hard cock.  I nod.

He seems happy enough, for now, to knead himself under his trousers.

I turn in my seat.  The Voyeur has moved on.  He is face fucking a regular, a man who can’t keep his hands off his own nipples as he’s being face fucked.  The Voyeur is fucking his face with full force.  The man, a hairy bear, has pulled up his shirt and is twisting his massive nipples as he takes the cock.  Spittle drips from the corners of his mouth.

The Voyeur motions for me to join him.  He steps back and I push into Nip Guy’s mouth.  My thicker cock is that much more for him to handle.  It also makes him now stroke his cock with one hand while still working one nipple.  My hand finds the other.  I twist and start a slow face fuck.  I go a little deeper into him with each stroke.  He moans.  The spittle drips.  His nipple in my hand throbs.

And his cock erects.

I am going quite deep now on each stroke.  It feels fantastic, so different than the first mouth on me today.  I pick up a little more speed.  He finally holds up a warning hand and I pull out to let him catch his breath.

He pants.  His cock drools.  “Ready,” he says and I do it all again.

The next time I get the warning I pull out and go to my knees to suck his raging dick.  It’s just for a moment—before I am rewarded with a thick load.

The Voyeur gives me a thumbs up and goes off to the rest room.  A man with a long snow-white beard wants the same treatment.  But I need to catch my breath and say so.  He nods and I sit.  I take a long pull on my water bottle.

Soon I hear White Beard sucking the cub.

I stroke.

The Voyeur is now sitting in the corner where the bearded hipster got off and he, too, is being sucked.  It’s the good-looking guy down on his knees.  I watch.  Soon the guy looks up and, though I can’t hear it, I know he’s asking to be fucked.

“Not today.  Sorry,” the Voyeur says.  “He will.”  And he points to me.

“He’s so much thicker…” the guy tells him, as if I’m not in the room.

The Voyeur just laughs.

And sure enough, I am asked.  “But with a condom, please.”

I nod and dig out a Magnum.  He strips off his pants, folds them and bends, clutching the seat.  I kneel and eat out his hole.  He juices up fast with my probing tongue.  I roll the condom on as I still lick and spit.  It’s such a flashback to before 2009, when I was the king of Magnums in southwest Michigan.  I grease it up, while my face is plastered in his hairy ass.

I stand and enter him.  At first it feels fine, but I miss the wetness and the full strength of the warmth of his hole.  I fuck.  Harder than usual, to make up for it.  And he loves that.  He even stops stroking his dick to concentrate on working his hole.

I slow a little but don’t stop.  I build speed again, slapping his ass involuntarily.  Good Looking Guy actually asks me to stop just before I would have anyway.  He goes to the restroom.  I go to feed my cock to White Beard.  He takes me hungrily.  I fuck his mouth until he gets off all over the floor (and a little on his pants.)  He doesn’t care.

I sit back down.   Good Looking Guy comes back, not putting his cock away.  The Voyeur is on the other side of him.  GLG reaches out and takes the two cocks into his hands.  I reach over and play with his balls while the Voyeur strokes the guy’s cock.  It’s just nice and easy after the ass and face fuckings.  The Voyeur and I switch, him to balls, me to shaft. 

We stay that way a long time.  Somewhere in there, I slip to the floor and suck the thick, but short cock on GLG.  The Voyeur continues to knead his balls as I do it.

I offer to suck the Voyeur.  As I move to do it, his phone goes off.  He takes it, and has to leave.  I now suck the big fragrant balls of Good Looking Guy.  Then work my way up his shaft.  Wt and dripping.

When I sit down again.  He does the same for me.  His tongue everwhere.

We are now alone in the theatre.

We don’t try for orgasm.  We just keep each other wet and warm.

He finally has to get home.  As do I.

No cum shot, but it has primed me perfectly to work over my fisting bud’s ass the next day…

The Masked Marine

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