Memphis, TN—February, 2020

My annual trip to Memphis arrived at the top of month.  Once again I drove and opted to do it in two days.  The first day coincided with a snow storm.  It waited until the last hour, but it made me crawl over fast filling roads to the motel.  I had chosen the town for it had a bookstore I hoped to play in—well, the weather made sure that was not going to happen. 

The snow tapered down in the night and roads were plowed by the morning.  I waited until the sun rose and headed, slowly, on to Memphis.  Within an hour I had driven out of the winter weather and into warmer climes.  I arrived in Memphis in plenty of time to give me a late afternoon/early evening at the bookstore I had found here a few years ago. 

And I was horned.  I had held off on any play since my trip home from seeing the Professor and Seamus.  Being snowbound the night before had led to some furious jacking to porn.  But not all the way to release.  I wasn’t about to waste my seed.

I changed into my old clothes and took off.  I parked and walked in.  This year, the attendant told me my admission, the same cheap price I’d always paid, included both the theatre (with its dark back area) and the arcade (where I’d never played.)  I thanked him and went down the dimly lit hallway…

It’s dark in the theatre, but I can see there aren’t many men around.  There are two in the back row.  They seem very attentive to the screen.  I sit in the row in front of them.  I am over by the side wall.  They can both see me undo my trousers.  My cock emerges, fully hard and ready for some service.  I can see one of the guys.  I know he’s watching me, but as soon as he catches me looking, he makes a show of  looking back at the screen.

I decide to explore the dark room off to the side.  It’s empty.  There is a platform which I didn’t remember filling up a good portion of the space.  It is the right height to either bend over or lay on.  I go out.  The crowd of two has thinned to one.  I go off to explore the arcade.

There is no corridor of doors.  It’s a room with random booths—which have no doors to shut.  Anyone can wander by and see you.  I like this.  At least two booths are paired and have a glory hole between them.  I watch a little porn. 

It is louder in here.  And there are more guys around.  Many seem to know each other and are chatting about this and that—but not playing.  A selection of men walk by, but no one is lured in to give me some head.

I wonder if I need to find a more out of the way booth—this gloryholed one is very central.  I go out and find the one farthest from the main entrance.  I sit and stroke.  Almost immediately I hear noise near my door.  I wait.

I see the cock before I see the man.  It is huge.  The shaft is bigger than my wrist.  A pearl of cum is oozing from the slit—looking brilliantly white against his ebony skin.  The man is dressed in jeans and a leather jacket.  He’s in his 40’s and looking very serious.  He reaches down and strokes my cock.  His hands are rough and calloused, but he knows to not squeeze too tight.  I reach for him.

“Put your mouth on it,” he hisses.  It’s a stretch.  But I get the head inside.  He gently fucks an inch or two of his dick into my face.  I pull off to get a real breath of air.  He reaches down and his hand slides down inside my pants.  There is enough shirt tail so he doesn’t get to finger my hole.  I tell him I’m a top.  He straightens up and lets me suck him a little more, but he seems to have lost interest.

Another guy comes in.   He watches for 15 seconds or so before moving in and all but pushing me out of the way.  “Let me…”  I get up, do up the fly of my pants and take off for the theatre.

I sit in the back row—all to myself now.  I watch the movie.  The two men who I saw first in the back row emerge from the dark area—obviously having just gotten each other off.  I go see if there is anyone else back there.  There is a man on his knees.  He nods at me and my cock falls out of my fly.  I let him suck me.

There is a commotion out in the theatre.  The man gets up and scurries away.  I look out the door.  A woman is undressing, shoving jeans into a bag.  No, it’s a trans man.  He is down to hose and a leotard with a sort of sweater dress making a very short mini skirt.  I have seen a gym built body—but it is much more about the long blond hair, full makeup and spike heels.  She sashays towards me as if she owns the dark area.  I step out so she can sail through the door.  She perches on the platform.

“I’m here for dick,” he says in a high baritone.

And guys are coming in from the arcade.  Suddenly three men join us.  She kneels and takes turns on all of them.

I go back to the arcade.  I don’t need to share lipstick smeared cock.  Or get it smeared on mine.

The booth I was in with the gloryhole is busy.  An older Latino is kneading his pants as I walk by.  I go to the other side.  He hears me and stick through a hot cock.  It’s my size but with copious foreskin—and a downward curve.

I go to me knees.  He groans as I take him into my mouth.  The curve is perfect for my throat.  I stroke as I suck.

“Hey, let me do that.” 

It’s the same guy who co-opted the other cock I was sucking.  I ignore him.  But he won’t go.  I don’t care if he wants to watch, but he won’t shut up.  He tells me he’d do a better job.  To let him at it.  To get up.  To let him suck it.

I tell him to move on.  But he stays.

He finally walks in and pulls on my shoulder.  Pulling me off the cock.

I have had enough.   I stand up slowly and leave.  He looks for about five seconds as if he’s afraid I’ll slug him.  I want to say something incredibly cutting, but I can’t find the words.  I walk out and back to the theatre.  I head to the back area.

Men have been fucking her now.    She is lying on the platform, legs in the air, pantyhose ripped for access.  One man is in her mouth, the second holds her legs.  The third is doing up his pants.

“Fuck this whore” says the guy on her legs.

What the fuck?  I undo my fly. I slap her ass with my raw dick.  I prod her hole.

The cock comes out of her mouth.  “Condoms only,” she chirps.

I leave. 

Defeated.

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