History: Losing It

 

The fact that I still have my ‘coming out’ journal is really helping me write about these years.  I recorded events, thoughts, desires—and sometimes even dialogue.  Here we go with the next round of my checkered history…

 

What started out as a simple steak dinner ended up giving me much more to digest than just the beef.  The discussion, the confessions, the disco and the neighborhood bar all swirled in my brain as I lay awake the next night.  It felt good to have someone in my corner, but the disco and the bar were so far removed from anything I knew.  Were they going to become my regular haunts?  I couldn’t see that at all.

I didn’t have long to worry about it as my summer job was coming to an end and before I went back to the University, I was taking a camping trip with a young man I knew from my high school drama club.  Yes, I was pretty damn sure he was gay—and I was going to do my damnedest to get to ‘know’ him better.

Theo was two years behind me in school.  He would be going into his senior year in September. We had been good friends in high school and I had gotten a lot of vibes that suggested he was more interested in boys than girls.  I had gone back to see his performances that first year away.  I had suggested he might like to come with me on a camping trip and see three shows at the Stratford Festival in Ontario. He jumped at the chance.  He even talked me into adding a day in Toronto to the itinerary.

On Monday, August 23, 1976, we were packing his car with a tent, sleeping bags and all the gear we thought we’d need either to camp or to sit in the theatre.  I was in charge of fitting everything in his trunk.  But I kept stopping just to look at him.  He was a short guy, with dark hair that tended to curl if he let it get a little long.  He had a quirky smile and a wicked sense of humor.  He also tended to be very intense and passionate in whatever we were talking about.

We had a flat tire somewhere on Highway 401 as we drove into Canada, but it barely slowed us down.  We found the campsite and pitched our tent.  We weren’t seeing a show that night, so we fixed dinner and made a campfire as the sun went down.

And we talked.  And talked.

Coming out to Theo was a breeze—barely any nerves for me at all.  He told me he, too, felt bisexual (that old stepping stone down from straight to gay.)  He had done some mutual masturbation with a friend I didn’t know.  He had tried to have sex with a guy I knew from the drama club and the guy ended up treating Theo like shit.  I told him about meeting our mutual drama friend at the disco.  He was floored—not once ever thinking the guy would be gay.

We talked forever.  If we stopped talking, God help us, we might have to do something.  The fire burned low.  We had no more wood.  We brushed our teeth, pissed and got ready for bed.  Our sleeping bags were on problematic air mattresses on either side of the tent.  It was a warm night, but we both lay inside our sleeping bags.  To disguise our erections—well, at least in my case. 

Finally, I found the courage: “Let’s try…”

Theo shook his head and said he was too tired, but tomorrow would be good. 

I barely slept at all that night.

*

The 24^th was a full day.   Getting a new tire took forever.  We strolled through quaint, though slightly touristy, Stratford.  We saw Antony and Cleopatra that night, starring Maggie Smith in her first of three seasons in Canada.  We were elated—good theatre does that. 

We went back to our tent and got ready for bed.  It was late—no campfire tonight.  He crawled right into his sleeping bag.  Shit, I thought, he doesn’t want to do it after all.

We lay there in total silence after all the babbling back and forth about the production.

Finally: “What are you doing over there?”  Theo’s voice held genuine surprise.

“I thought you had changed your mind…”

“Don’t be stupid…”

We moved the air mattresses, so they were touching.  I rolled over, as did he.  We kissed.  Tentatively.  My first real kiss.  Awkward.  Where does my nose go?  How much tongue?  Yikes.  We came up for air.  Now what?  Theo made no move. 

“What do you want to…”  My question hung there for a long time.  “Well, I’m just gonna…” and I put action before words.  I tongued my way to his neck, his nipples, stopping in his fresh pubes for a long time.  Finally, I took his hard cock into my mouth.  It felt familiar and strange at the time.  It was so much easier to suck than my own when I was self-fellating.  And he was smaller—I could really work my tongue all around his shaft.

I sucked him forever.  We tried a 69.  You read about young men shooting instantly, but surprisingly, neither of us shot that night.  We just fell into an exhausted sleep in each other’s arms…

*

I loved waking up holding on to a man.  We were both hard—but we ignored our dicks and got up and had a late breakfast.  It was a two-show day.  The Merchant of Venice with Hume Cronyn as a brilliant Shylock.  Then in the evening, A Midsummer Night’s Dream with Cronyn as Bottom and his wife, Jessica Tandy, as Titania.   Magical.

It was also magical, that once back in the tent, I sucked Theo to orgasm.  I loved the explosion of semen in my mouth.  I swallowed without a moment of debate—the most natural thing in the world.  Theo said he wanted to reciprocate—but he was too tired.  I fell asleep easily.  I didn’t care if I got off.

I sucked him again that morning and got another mouthful of cum.  He tried to get me off, but even then, I seemed to take so much longer to get there, that he gave up.  I didn’t care.  We were headed to Toronto—and had to pack up the tent, anyway.

On the trip in, he was in a bad mood.  I tried to coax it out of him.  But nothing.  Lots of silence on this leg of the trip.

We found a campsite out of town.   After set up, I was tasked to go buy whiskey.  Theo wanted to drink.  I found a liquor store and bought the pint.  After dinner, I had my Canadian whiskey with a splash of water.  Theo added Coke to his…and then orange juice.  He kept mixing and drinking it, no matter what it tasted like.

Suddenly he said, “I know I’m gay.  I love men.  But I hate sucking cock.”

I pointed out there were other things to do.  Eventually, he was back to his usual self, but a drunk version of it.  We had no sex that night.

We were meeting high school female friends who were also in the city.  Dinner and then went back to their hotel.  It all felt odd and all parties were glad when we took off for our tent.

Which was flooded.  A gloriously sunny day in the city and a rainstorm where we’d set up camp.  We were young.  We slept on his sleeping bag, the drier of the two.  And I sucked him off one last time.  Perfecting some skills.  I got him off even faster.

We went home the next day.

In less than a week, I was back to a new dormitory, with new roommates.  But I had an even better friend; someone I could now tell everything—even easier than my brother.  I wondered if I was in love.  Maybe.  I knew he wasn’t—but I could live in hope…

Halloween Evening: The Revels Ignite

 Lansing—October, 2025

(This picks up right where the last post left off…)

 

I eat my dinner, packed in my travel cooler, out in the car.  I find coffee a few blocks away.  I actually nap a little.  I drive back to the venue and re-enter around 8pm.  Things are picking up.  There are more people around.  Mostly men, but a few women as well.

I do the tour.  In the first room, with all the couches and porn, there are a number of men stroking.  I walk down the hall to the other main area.  Men are on the roam around the gloryholes.  A few are watching the sole television back there, now with a porn loop that doesn’t freeze up.  I check the new maze and walk in on a blow job.  The guy on his knees, who happens to be wearing a black corset and hose, gestures for me to take out my cock.  I do.  I am not hard—but he swallows me down as he holds the other man’s stiff dick in his left hand.  I harden up in his throat.  He chokes and pulls off me.

“Holy fuck,” he moans.  “You need to fuck my wife.”

And he goes down on me again.  I let him go to town on my dick, then push him back to the man he was sucking when I came in.  The other guy grins at me and hefts my balls.  When he comes out of the sucker’s mouth, he shakes his head and takes off.

The corseted man stands up.  “Will you fuck my wife?  I really want to eat your cum out of her.”

“We should ask her.”

He leads the way to the first room.  I assume she’s out there.  But no.  The guy is too distracted by my dick.  He sits on a side couch and sucks my cock once more.  But the angle is bad.  His solution, and a great one, is to remove his bridge.  His whole mouth becomes so much roomier.

“You should fuck me.”  He wants to be on his back on the low platform that is in front of the couch.  I tell him my legs won’t bend so deeply for so long.  He settles to be on all fours.  I go right to fucking.  He moans.  Men stop and watch.

“I need to take a picture to send to my wife,” he says, twisting away from my bucking hips. 

“Fine.” 

But he can’t find his phone.  We search the couch, but I never saw it with him.  We go back to the maze and try to find it.  Nope.  I send him to his locker—but he gets distracted and shows up back to where I’m waiting for him. Without the phone—or even looking if it’s in the locker.  He finally goes and looks.  Nothing.

I suggest the door attendant call his number to see if the phone is in the building.  He hates that idea.  We search everywhere we’ve already looked one more time.  He decides he left it in his car.  I suggest he gets dressed and go to look.  But he doesn’t.  Or won’t.

I am fed up and walk away.  I never find out if he found it.  But I did see his wife…and I’m not sure if she was a man in drag or the real thing…

*

I roam.  I stumble on a hot oral threeway.  One man holds the other still, pinioning his hands behind his back, as a third man services the guy. They aren’t looking for a fourth, so I keep moving.  I go into the dark room.  My eyes adjust faster.  I can hear heavy breathing behind the partition that has a glory hole in it.  I move closer, standing slightly out of the way.  A young Asian woman (or a remarkable CD) is sucking a white Daddy, who is sitting in a chair.  He is wearing a sweatshirt from one of the Michigan universities.  I have seen him around.  His thick cock is being expertly serviced.  Also watching is a tall, skinny Black guy in a hoodie.  He is stroking to the scene.  As am I.

Sweatshirt bends and says something to the young woman.  She nods.  Sweatshirt motions for us to come closer.  We step in.  She continues to suck Sweatshirt, but is now making a show of it.  I am surprised when Sweatshirt reaches up and feels my dick—and begins stroking it.  Hoodie stares at the young woman.  In another moment, Sweatshirt guides her head to Hoodie’s dick.  I am really surprised when Sweatshirt begins to suck me.  He’s good.  And hungry.  He moans out his pleasure.  Hoodie is breathing harder now that he has a mouth on his cock.

Sweatshirt pulls off my dick.  “Suck this one,” he commands.  She moves over.  She’s good, too.  She lifts my hand from my side and places it on her head, so I can ‘force’ her to suck me.  I know how to pick up my cue.  I go from enjoying her mouth to using her.  Hoodie is not put out by not having a mouth on his cock.  He is stroking hard and fast.  He loves the idea that in just these few moments, she’s had three dicks in her mouth.

Sweatshirt, is sitting right there, his face is right next to hers.  He watches her suck me—as if he was still doing it.  He is beating his cock, too.  And moaning.  The young woman is making sounds of real exertion—and loving it.

“I’m gonna shoot,” Sweatshirt moans.  “Take my load.” 

She leaves me and finds his dick just in time.  She gags as he fires into her mouth.  Then she’s back on me.  Her mouth is still full of his cum and my cock is covered.  She proceeds to lick it all off.  Once she’s cleaned me up, she begins trying for my load.  I let her think that for a moment, but it’s not going to happen.  With my hands on either side of her head, I ‘force’ her back onto Hoodie.  He gasps.  Sweatshirt stays there to watch the show.  Or maybe he is her Master.  I watch her service the long thin dick next to me—and then leave them to it…

*

It's getting late.  What I’m not seeing tonight are people on the fuck bench or the sling.  I really want to drop my load and go home.

I move into the maze.  There is one man there who has no interest in me.  He leaves.  I find a glory hole I hadn’t noticed on my previous cruising.  My dick is semi-hard and I push it through.  At that moment, a very tall CD in a short blond pageboy wig arrives with a 20-something Black guy.  I have seen her service a number of men in the public spaces.  She is likely my age, but hides it well.  She does a double take on seeing me there, but then mutters “Join us.”   The CD kneels and begins sucking the young man.  I turn away from the hole.  My cock hardens up.  I love that s/he has hiked up the short skirt and is beating a fat beer can of a cock as s/he blows the guy.

“Suck his dick,” says the young man.  The CD does just that, really sucking me deep.  The young man jerks his cock.  I guide the wigged head back to the young man.  And then back to me.  The three of us are nicely in tune.

“Can I fuck you?” he finally asks.

For a moment, I think the CD is going to say no.  After a tiny pause, s/he stands up, pulls down the panties and displays a hot, shaved bubble butt.  The young man takes my offer of lube, covering his cock and pushing in.  The CD grabs the wall for balance, taking his hard thrusting like a champ.  He shoots inside 50 seconds, he is so turned on.

“I don’t know if I can take you,” s/he mutters, “but I’m damn well going to try.”

“You’ve got that extra lube in you now,” I murmur as I go to my knees.  I push my face between those freshly shaven butt cheeks.  The young man’s load begins to drip onto my tongue.  I groan.  So does the person I’m felching.  The beer can is so aroused, s/he pushes it back for me to lick the dripping head.  I do—and shove the precum up the hole in front of me.

I stand up.  I enter that cum dripping hole with ease.  I begin to fuck, rather shallowly, then slightly deeper with each stroke.

“Fuck, yes!”

I slap the ass in front of me, making it tighten around my cock.  The cum squelches as I fuck.  I know I’m close.  This is better than I’d hoped for—having a big cum load to fuck in.

“You want it?”

“Fill me up.  Sir!

That does it.  I begin firing away.  Blast after blast.  It’s a terrific orgasm after all the hours of stoking the fire.

I pull out slowly.  I go to my knees and lick up some of our mixed cum.  Not much, just a little clean up.  I stand—and without any coaxing, my cock is sucked clean from that cum-hungry tongue…

Halloween Afternoon: The Bear

I know, I know.  I left me a 19-year-old virgin.  Still.  I will continue my pre-blog history another day.

 Lansing—October, 2025

It was Halloween.  I went to the large play venue in Lansing.  To get the most out of my admission price, I did two shifts—late afternoon and after 8pm.  It was not as busy as I thought it might be, but I had some fun…

 

There is not much of a crowd at 4pm.  Then I realize I am usually here on a Saturday in the afternoon.  But there are men here.  The space is so large, it takes some time to find them.  A number of men are back by the gloryholes.  But no one seems to want to use them.  I stick my dick through one.  It is touched.  And rejected.

I wander.

The cross and the stocks have been moved.  There is a maze in its place, right next to the sling and fuckbench.  I surprise a man stroking himself.  Instead of reaching for me or allowing me to kneel and take care of him, he leaves.

Well, damn.

I go to the front area to watch porn, as the video playing near the glory holes keeps freezing up.  I sit on one of the sofas and stroke.  Across from me is a totally naked bear—except for his shoes.  He’s likely in his 50’s.  He is stroking.  Hard and determined.

We eye each other—and not the videos. 

I get up and go over.  “You want some help with that?”

He nods and I kneel.  I begin to suck his dick.  My left hand is working his hairy balls.  He moans—and lets me do whatever I want.  I hunker down and suck on the sack I’ve been fondling.  He moans again—and beats his cock as I work on his nuts.

Suddenly he stands up.  He gestures for me to follow him into the dark room that is behind us.  I follow him into the blackness—and can’t see a damn thing.  His hand finds my wet cock.  He bends and sucks me.  I can barely see him.  His mouth is good—and barely seeing him turns me on even more.  He deep throats me with ease.

“I need this in my ass!”

He turns.  My night vision is adjusting.  I can see the outline of his cheeks.  Now I feel how hairy they are.  And the crack.  My finger finds his hole.  Wet and slightly sloppy. 

“Fuck me…”

I push into him.  His hole is great, though the angle it not very good with my long legs.  I fuck him hard, slapping his generous ass cheeks.  The sound of the slap fills the tiny room, making him pant even harder.  I slow down—and speed up to a fuck that is fast and hard.

I pull out.  He groans and thanks me.

I wander.

I find a guy in the new maze.  He is sitting in a chair, waiting to suck.  I let him.  For 30 seconds.  He is all teeth.  I excuse myself.

I go back to the porn in the front room.  I stroke.

Men walk by me, but no one wants to commit to play.

I go back to the other end and there is the big bear on the fuck bench.  A man is behind him.  One hand plays with his ass; the other hand is trying to jerk his dick to hardness.  I watch.  The would-be top finally gives up.  I go into the fenced off area before the bear can get up.  I kneel and start tongue fucking him.  He groans.  He finally looks around and sees that’s it’s me.  He reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart.  I sink in deeper.  Heaven.  I am in no hurry to stand up and fuck again.  His hole is puffier now, and I love to take his ass lips into my mouth.

I finally stand up.  My cock is telling me to fuck.  I slide in.  He gasps.  I reach down and stroke his back as I thrust in and out.  A slow, even tempo.  We get two guys on the other side of the fence to stop and watch us.  But neither are tops—they want to be the bear.

I speed up.  His hole makes that wet and squishy sound I love.  I stop and go back to my knees.  I eat his hole, licking up all the ass jizz I have helped create.

“Pig…” says one of the spectators. 

I go on happily rimming.

Then fucking.

“Want to move to the sling?”

We do.  “It has to be fast,” he tells me.  “I need to get on the road home.”

I get his legs in place and slide in.  I like watching his face as I fuck, but the sling is at an odd communal height.  But I make do.   I build the fuck.  He strokes his semi-hard cock.  I can’t tell if he is trying to get off or not. 

I pull out.  He thanks me and takes off to find his clothes…

*

I am back in the front room watching and stroking.

A man stands a distance away.  He inches closer, kneading the bulge in his trousers.  We are both watching the bisexual video.  He gets closer and closer until he stands right next to my sofa.

“Hot…” he whispers.  Me?  The porn?  The room?

His zipper is undone.  He pulls out a very generic, cut six incher.

We both stroke.

“You suck?”

What the hell.  “Sure.” 

With me sitting, he is just at the right height to push it into my mouth.  My tongue goes to work.

“Stop.” 

I do.  Surprised.

“Don’t do anything.  Let me…”

I expect him to face fuck me.  But he doesn’t.  He starts doing Kegels so his cock head expands in my mouth.  Over and over.  Now, after each squeeze of his butt cheeks, his cock drips precum.  I just stay still and let him do the work.

Another squeeze.  Another drop.  And another.

“Oh, yeah…”

He squeezes hard.  His cock head expands once again—but the biggest I’ve felt it.  Cum begins to pour out of his cock.  Not spurt, but a steady flow of seed.  He tastes great and, at last, I am allowed to move my mouth and swallow or I will drown.  He lets me clean him up. 

“Will you be here tonight?” he asks.

I nod, my tongue cleaning up the last of the see from his piss slit.

He goes off.  Very happy,

I smile at the fact I just did something new…and decide it’s time for dinner.

(Next time:  Halloween night.)

History: Coming Out

 Off to College!  I couldn’t wait.

My parents had taken the family to Europe for my brother’s high school graduation present.  Mine, as we’d returned to England just before I graduated, was a one week cruise in the Caribbean and a week on St. Lucia.  It was lovely and I was besotted by my neighbor on the island.  A tanned, blond diver with a puka shell necklace.  His hair was bleached by the sun and saltwater.  He had a true swimmer’s build.  It was the age of tight Speedos and I was very grateful.  Each night I wanked one out, thinking about him.

College.  I didn’t know anyone going to the state school I attended so I took my chance with assigned roommates in the dorm.  It was not a great fit.  I was certainly the odd man out as the other three in the quad had girlfriends and talked up of little other than their supposed prowess.

I waited.  And tried to find alone time.  I once heard a rumor of a cruisy bathroom in the Union.  If it was—I never lucked into it at the right moment.  And I am not sure I even wanted anonymous sex.  I wanted a true boyfriend.

I did a show the first semester.  I saw all sorts of gay men around me—but I was just too shy to do anything about it.   Still dreaming.

My first year finished well academically.  I had my first summer job – at Greenfield Village.  I was smack in the middle of the Bicentennial display and worked the 220-year-old printing press, printing out handbills.  It was a great job.  And full of eye candy coming through the museum.

Working there also gave me quite a free schedule.  In August, on the day before his birthday, I got an invite for dinner from my brother.  He had moved to Ann Arbor—quite close to the family home.  He apartment surfed with various friends for a time—and finally had a more permanent place.  His roommates were a gay couple.  They would not be home.  I was excited.  I knew what I had to do…

The apartment was crammed with antiques and plants.  I set the table as my brother finished things up. Dinner was steaks on the grill, I noted in my journal.  Afterwards, I had my first scotch as we talked about my brother’s stereo.  We both knew there were more important things to talk about. 

I took a deep breath and told him about the books I had found of Dad’s.  He had seen some straight ones but was surprised/not surprised at the turn to gay books.  (We talked more about Dad—and that will be a post unto itself…)

I, being brave and coaxed by my brother, admitted to him that I had found his magazines the summer he was at the house.  He took a deep breath and told me he was bisexual.  (A term to soften the blow.  I know now, not in the least—he’s a gold star gay.)  He asked if I was shocked or upset.

“No.”

“I’m glad someone in the family knows and will understand.”

“Well….” And I paused a long time.  Before it all came out in a rush.  That I was still a virgin.  I was easily stimulated by either sex, but more so with guys.  How my shyness was really hindering me making any kind of contact…

We talked forever—and it felt wonderful to get it out in the open.

Finally, he asked if I would like to go to the gay disco.   I am sure my eyes went wide.  I couldn’t answer—but finally said ‘yes.’  He called Dad, after turning up the stereo, to say some friends had dropped over for an impromptu birthday party and I would be staying over.  I could just picture Dad telling Mom how glad he was that I was finally meeting people.  If he only knew…

It was 1976—so you need to forgive my brother for changing into a pink jumpsuit (though he swore it was orange!)  We set off for the Rubiayat, the only gay dance club in Ann Arbor.  As he drove, I worried out loud about meeting people I knew.

“You might.  One of your drama buddies from high school is there all the time.” 

Talk about a mix of excitement and nerves.

I was not even carded as we entered, though I knew I looked younger than my 19 years.  We went down a narrow corridor and into the restaurant by day/gay disco by night.  There were booths surrounding the dance floor—which was an explosion of light and color in this otherwise dark space.  A man in a blue jumpsuit grabbed my brother and gave him a long kiss on the mouth. 

We found a table and my brother went to the bar—scotch for him and I switched to Coke.  The moment it was delivered, Blue Jumpsuit pulled my brother onto the dance floor and I was left alone.  A guy asked me to dance—but I didn’t accept.  I was a bag of nerves.  That was until the guy from my high school saw me, looked surprised, and came over to talk.  

I made it through the evening.

But we weren’t done.  As the dancing wound down, my brother decided I needed to see the other bar in town.  The Flame was the neighborhood bar.  It was old, dingy and everything in it seemed to be shit brown.  I stuck with a Coke.  I even ventured to the restroom and lived to tell the tale.  We didn’t stay long.

Back at the apartment, the roommates were home.  With birthday presents.  They were incredibly nice to me—and it was great to be able to talk and not shout over the thump of a driving beat.  We chatted and laughed until it was 4am.

It was announced I would share the king-sized bed with my brother, as the couch was too short for my tall frame.  I gulped inwardly and agreed.  He was naked in no time and hopped in.  So did I, but sleep was the last thing I could even think about.  So many thoughts and images swirled in my brain as I lay there:  Coming out.  All the things we talked about.  Images of The Flame.  The pulsing noise of The Rubaiyat.  My friend from high school.  The sound of the roommates down the hall getting ready for bed and all that entailed in my fevered mind…

And it didn’t help that I found my brother extremely attractive.  He was already asleep.  His heavy breathing calmed me—and I finally drifted off…

Cute College Kid Sits on Daddy's Lap

 Near Home—October, 2025

 

I wasn’t planning to go back.  I knew I was playing on Halloween.  Don’t take the time, I told myself.  Save the money.  But my hard dick won over my brain.  I went back to the bookstore the very next day.  A Wednesday afternoon.  It was packed…

 

There are 10 or 12 men in the room as I enter.  Surprisingly, one of the few empty chairs, is the one a bud had designated my throne, front and center.  I sit down and, in moments, my cock flops out.  I work to stiffen it up as I look around the room.  Shaved Head is sucking a guy in the back corner.  A handsome young Black man is jerking a sizable dick as he scrolls through his phone.  Other men are kneading their bulge.

Shy One, Shaved Head’s partner, comes over to me.  He asks if he can start me off.  “I need some of that Louisville Slugger.”  I am secretly thrilled—I love his mouth and his thirst for pleasing cock.  He kneels and takes me to the root the very first instant.  Then he goes to work.  My cock is soon wet and dripping.

A guy a seat away is inspired by the action.  He unzips and strokes to our sex.   Shy One goes to my balls.  I groan audibly—loud enough for the Black guy to look up from his phone.  He smiles and gives me a head nod.  Shy One works up the length of my dick with his tongue and deep throats me once more.  We both sense his partner is now watching us.  Shy One gives way to him. 

Shaved Head kneels and begins sucking me.  I like what SH does with my dick—but it always feels slightly toothy after his partner.  I know he has just taken a load from the guy he was sucking seated behind me—and that makes my cock drip all the more.  He sucks me for some time, but tires faster than usual—and the two of them take off.

The Black guy on his phone has been searching online for a younger man (than any of us in this room) to suck him.  He’s found him.  The guy walks in and goes directly to him.  He drops to his knees and is quickly rewarded with a load down his throat.  They both take off.

Cute College Kid comes in.  I love his smile when he registers that I’m here.  He sits next to me, takes out his cock and gets it hard.  He leans over and whispers: “Today I need to get fucked.”

Great.

We stroke to the porn for a moment.  Then I slip to the floor and suck his cock.  He murmurs his approval.  All too fast he pulls his dick out of my mouth so he won’t blow his load too soon.

“Let’s move around back…”

We move to the two seats near the gay screen—now vacant after Shaved Head got the guy off.  CCK removes his pants.  I kneel and suck him one more time.  He hunkers down in the seat, pulling his legs up so my tongue can just reach his ass crack.  He moves more—so I can connect with his hole.  Soon, he is beating his cock as I tongue fuck him.

“I want your dick.”  I try to enter him in this position.  It’s not going to work.  I ask him to get on all fours, but he doesn’t like that position.  (News to me—I have fucked him that way countless times.)  I sit in my chair.  “Ride me.”

His eyes get big.  I add more lube and he lowers himself onto my cock.  It feels great—his ass is clinging to every inch of my dick.  He moans, loving how full he feels.  He begins slowly moving up and down.  Soon, he is truly riding me, pushing his ass down my entire length.  He groans.  The guys across from us watch and stroke.  CCK keeps it up until he’s ready to blow his load.  He pulls off my cock, spins and feeds me his cum—spurt after spurt.

I clean him up, getting every drop.  He sits and busies himself with his phone.  I know that soon enough, there will be a second load coming my way…

*

Cute College Kid is hard again.  We move around to the chairs we started in.  He idly plays with a guy sitting to his right.  He fondles the cock, but the guy won’t let him suck it.  But it gets CCK hot.  Hot enough to turn to me and whisper “Quick, take it!”  I slip to the floor and get his second load.  He takes off—happy and with significantly lighter balls…

I stroke.   Other men filter out of the room.

A man my age has been watching me since I arrived.  He has a neatly trimmed grey bread and a pleasant face.  He comes over, asks politely to suck me, and kneels.  Oh, yeah.  His mouth is just what I need.  He knows all the tricks I love.  His tongue is everywhere.  Balls.  Shaft.  Dripping cock head.   The amount of suction he builds up almost sends me over the edge—but not quite.  He works me until he has to stretch.

Another man, a few years younger, takes a turn.  If he had been on me before the bearded guy, I would have really liked his mouth, but after him, he is nothing special.  But it is fun—and he loves to stroke himself as he sucks.  He even comes back for a second round.

One of the men openly jerking to Cute College Kid riding me, was a mixed-race man I have never seen before.  He had a nice seven-incher and loved beating it to our fuck.  I wanted him in my mouth—but he took off soon after CCK pulled off me and fed me his first load.  But he seemingly didn’t leave the parking lot—for he comes back in.  He sits where he can look right at me. 

We both stroke.  Now I’m not sure who wants who on their knees.  I nod.  He nods.  I go over.  Is he going to reach for my dick or have me kneel.  A moment—and I kneel.  I take him into my mouth.  He sighs.  His dick is damp with precum.  I love the taste—somehow sweeter than CCK’s.  I work hard.  He even opens his pants more so I can suck his big ball sack.  But I can’t quite get him over the edge.  His cock actually wilts a little after my 10-minute workout.  He thanks me profusely—and goes into the restroom.  Damn, I would have taken his piss in a heartbeat…

I need to shoot.  I find the bearded cocksucker.  I stand in front of him and let him work on me.  I grab the sides of his head and begin to face fuck him.  He groans—letting me know how much he likes this.

“I’m gonna shoot,” I mutter.  “Take my load.”

He pulls away from me.  “I don’t swallow.  I don’t even like cum in my mouth,”

I stand dumbfounded.  My impending orgasm truly side-tracked. 

I look around the room—but so many men have left throughout my playing with others, there is no one left.  I look again at the bearded guy.  He won’t meet my eyes.

Why suck dick if you don’t want the prize?

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

 Near Home—October, 2025

 

I got my car back late in the day on Monday, just before the shop closed.  I thought it was pointless to go looking for sex on a Monday night.  But I zoomed through my morning routine the next day so I could spend the afternoon at the bookstore.  The parking lot was not packed.  I didn’t care.  One man, the right man, was all I needed…

 

It feels very dark in the theatre.  I move cautiously to find a chair.  My usual seat is taken by a younger man.  I sit off to the side on the long wall, so I can see both screens.  The straight porn has had a night scene.  As the couple in the video goes back inside, the screen brightens and I can see around the room.  For so few cars, there are still half a dozen men here.  I recognize one man, a man I have played with here since I first found this place.  He is down the row from me.  The rest are strangers.

The guy in my usual seat undoes his pants.  He takes out a limp dick and begins working on it.  His cock grows and grows. The bathroom door opens.  The crossdressing Latino comes out.  He sits down in the chair next to the man with the big dick.  He reaches for it—and is rebuffed.  He pulls his own out and strokes it—eyeing the one that is at least twice as big as his, if not more.

The man I know gets up and moves to sit next to me.  We greet each other quietly.  His cock is hard.  I expect him to stand up and present his dick to be sucked.  Instead, he stands, then kneels and goes down on me.  Fuck!  It’s the first mouth on me for two weeks—and one who knows what he’s doing.  I lean back and let him go to work.

When his knees tire, I am ready to return the favor, but instead, a really short guy (who had moved near us during my sucking) goes to the floor and takes the guy I know into his mouth and then me.  Back and forth.  He can’t deep throat—but he has a great tongue.  We both love that he gives us equal time.  He only stops sucking us when he realizes he’s not going to get two loads down his throat.  He moves away, near the gay screen.

“I saved this for you.”  My bookstore acquaintance stands up and puts his dick in my mouth.  Almost instantly he is shooting down my throat.  He smiles, pulls himself together and leaves.

I stroke.

The big guy either cums very discreetly or just decides to take it home to his partner.  He puts his dick away and leaves.  The crossdressing Latino follows him out the door.

I look to the gay screen.  The short guy has lost his pants.  He is on all fours, sucking a guy who looks like he is the owner of the Harley out in the parking lot.  I watch.  The small guy turns his ass in my direction.  An invitation…

I get up and move towards the pair.  The small guy is now sucking the biker’s balls as the guy strokes himself.  I kneel and touch the exposed ass, running my fingers down the guy’s ass crack.

“Fuck!” the biker says under his breath.  He’s blown his load at the idea I was going to fuck the guy giving him head.  The biker doesn’t let the small guy clean him up.  He heads to the restroom and the small guy gets up and puts on his pants—and leaves, following the biker out the door.

I sit back down.  Dammit.  It would have been perfect. 

I stroke.  The few men left are voyeurs.  They leave one by one.

I stroke alone.  Not happy that I missed my chance.

I stroke.  And wait.

The straight video stops.  And stays on the menu card.  I push my cock into my pants and step out into the store to tell the woman behind the counter to flip to the next video.  As I go back in, two guys in their late 30’s come in after me—obviously a couple.  One heads to the rest room.  The other sits near me.  As soon as the video starts, he unzips.  He fists his six incher, turning his head to each screen.  The men on the gay screen are in a sixth-nine.  On the straight screen, the man is eating out a busty brunette.

The partner comes in from the restroom.  Both these guys look a little rough.  Like the weekend revels are still going.  The guy from the bathroom sits across the room from his partner and watches him stroke.  He smiles at him, gets up and kneels in front of him.  He begins sucking his partner.  The guy getting sucked, turns to me and grins.  I nod back, encouraging them to have fun.

After a while he stops.  The guy who was sucking swings up into the chair between me and his partner.  He looks at my big dick—and leans over and whispers:  “What’s your story?  What do you like to do?”

“Vers for oral.  All top for anal.”

“Great.  You want to fuck me as I suck him off?”

“Sure.”  Then I add, “If I fuck you, I’ll breed you.  I haven’t had much sex lately.  That ok?”

He stands up and drops his pants.  “I want a load in my ass.  Fuck me.”

He drops his pants.  His bare butt is pale and is sparsely haired.  He stands in front of his partner and bends to suck him.  I love that he knows I don’t need to be kneeling on the hard floor. 

But I go to my knees, for I can’t miss the chance to eat his beautiful ass.  Neither guy is expecting this. 

“Fuck, yes!” says the guy being sucked and the man I’m eating moans around the dick in his mouth.  I want to keep licking his hole, but my need is too great.  I stand up and push against his wet pucker.  He flowers open easily—a true asspig—and takes me all the way in on the first stroke.  I hold and slowly begin to fuck him. 

Now he pulls off the dick in his mouth.  “You feel even bigger than you look,” he moans, before attacking the dick in front of him with renewed vigor.  I build the speed.  This is going to be the shortest fuck I’ve had in years—and no one is going to mind one bit.

I begin pumping in earnest.  Without thinking, I give his ass a hard whack.  He responds with a guttural moan—which makes his partner just as happy.  “Fuck him hard,” whispers the guy in his mouth.  “Load him up.”

I can’t believe my good fortune.  The fuck builds quickly.  I have no control of my hips now.  They are at top speed.  It’s all about release.  I need to cum.  In him.

“Fuck….” breathes the guy getting sucked.  “I’m getting close…”

I speed up, if that’s even possible.  My balls tighten—and I begin shooting spurt after spurt into him.  I think the guy getting sucked gets off, too, but I’m so lost in my own orgasm, I don’t know for sure.

I marinate in his ass for a moment.  I pull out, inch by inch.  The guy moans.  A trail of cum seeps out of his hole.  I kneel and lick it back into place as the partner’s embrace…