Rural Kentucky—February, 2020

Sometimes after great sex I am totally sated.  Sometimes great sex merely flips a switch and makes me want more.  I was sated as I hit the road home to Michigan after fucking Seamus and breeding the Professor.  However as the miles slipped by, I kept playing over the scenes from the night before.  I became aroused.  By the middle of Kentucky, I pulled off the highway and took the exit to an adult bookstore. 

This place is, I think, the only business which has survived in a large mall that otherwise sits empty.  But being one of the few places of its kind in this area, it seems to thrive.  It’s expensive, but the owners know the men will pay.  I told myself I would go in only if there were at least seven cars in the lot.  I rounded the back of the complex and found three times that number of vehicles.

Your one admission takes you into a large area.  There are booths—a few with gloryholes.  I found the holes too low for my tall frame.  I was more interested in playing in public anyway.  There is a big screen TV room with straight porn, and another, down a very dark hallway, with gay porn.

I walk in.  Men are milling in the arcade.  I walk up and down the corridor of open doors.  No one is actually doing anything.  I turn and go into the straight room.  Here there are about five men sitting in the maze of old couches.  I am pretty sure one guy is stroking, but it is really hard to tell with the lack of light.  I sit for a moment.  The video is horrid.  I move, carefully, through the dark hallway to the gay theatre.  No one is here…but I pass three men in the ball, all hovering to see who will be brave enough to go in first.

I sit in the darkest corner, against the back wall.  But there is room beside the couch for a man to stand.  I am sure this must be the cocksucker’s seat.  I take out my dick.  The movie is not good—almost soft, romantic porn.

As soon as I erect, a man from the hallway is standing beside me.  He doesn’t want my dick.  He might not even be able to see it.  He wants a mouth for a hard, stubby cock.  I can’t see him.  But I suck him. 

He moans as my tongue works his cock head.  He gets off easily.  And I swallow.  He loves that and pats me on the head.

Another man from the hallway comes in. 

“Swallow my load, too,” he whispers.  He whips out a regulation six-incher.  Three minutes later I swallow his load as instructed.

The third guy from the hall has edged in during this second suck.  He strokes the biggest dick of the three as I swallow the second guy.  He pushes into my mouth as soon as the other guy steps back.  A good thing, for he instantly explodes.  He pats me too, before zipping up.

I have just gotten three loads in less than eleven minutes.

My eyes adjust.  It takes another eleven before anyone else finds me.  It’s the longest suck so far…but less than five minutes.

A very girly young man sits down next to me.  He slides to the floor and crawls between my spread legs.  He sucks my cock, and not very well.

A man comes in.  “There’s a guy who needs you,” he whispers in my ear.  I recognize the voice as belonging to the first guy I blew.  He plucks at my jacket, trying to pull me up.

I excuse myself from the guy on the floor and follow.   We go to the straight theatre, but we come in the door by the television which illuminates the men watching.  A hot daddy, grey haired, and lined from the sun is wearing hunting camos and stroking to the porn.  The guy I blew sits next to him.  His hand disappears into the man’s shirt.  I kneel between his legs.  He takes his hand away and presents me with a cock that is my size—maybe a trifle thinner, for I can take it down my throat without cutting off my air.

“Suck him,” the guy I blew hisses.

I do my best.  The man groans.  “He’s good.”   His hand finds my ear and caresses it.  Soon it’s on the top of my head and pushing me down on his cock.

“I’m gonna blow,” he announces.  To the whole room—his voice is so loud.

And he does.  He gives me the biggest mouthful of the afternoon.

“And he swallows,” the first guy crows.

*

I spend the next 15 minutes with a really good cock sucker.  He is a young Hispanic, cute and dedicated.  I will myself to give him my load so I can hit the road to home, but I can’t make myself cum in his mouth.  And his ass is not on offer.

I cruise the booths again.  There is little happening there.  Through a gloryhole I watch two guys in the next booth do mutual masturbation.  Be still my heart…

I go back into the gay theatre.  It’s erupted into sex.  A tall, lanky guy is lying on his stomach, stark naked sucking a biker guy.  Another man, thirtyish and kind of chunky, is rimming the naked butt. 

I sit near them and watch.  And stroke.  A very young Black kid sits next to me—his eyes glued to the trio.

The chunky guy rears back and brings his cock up to the naked guy’s ass.  We all watch him enter the bottom rather roughly.  This makes the guy getting the blow job cum.  The naked guy takes his load and tries to clean the biker’s cock after he pulls it out of his mouth, but the biker won’t have it.

The naked guy lies absolutely still as he is fucked.  We watch the top pull out, give his dick a few strokes and plunge it back into the accommodating ass.  A few more strokes and the top guy shoots.   He lets the bottom clean his cock before he pulls up his sweats and takes off.

The naked bottom spies me.  He comes over and starts sucking on my cock.  The Black guy next to me jerks harder.  I reach down and stick a finger in the sucker’s slick asshole.  He moans around my cock.

“Suck him,” I tell the bottom, nodding to my couch mate, “while I fuck you.”  He crawls over and takes the fat cock next to me.  I push his legs apart and mount him.  My cock slides through the cum in his ass letting me in easily.  I want to get off and go.  The Kid on the couch is watching me fuck as he gets blown.

“You gonna fuck him, too?” I ask.

He nods.

“Then I need to load his ass for you…”

The words do it.  I am on the edge.  I fuck harder and harder into the cumdump.  I shoot and let myself marinate in his wet hole.

In the time it takes me to wipe my dick clean, the Kid has mixed his load with the other two…

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