Jackson—January, 2022

I kept to myself, or with trusted fuck buds, most of January while the new variant was ravaging parts of my state.  I finally felt comfortable enough to go back to a bookstore.  I chose the one that had more space so we were not on top of each other—unless we chose to be…

 

It’s Saturday afternoon.  The parking lot is busy.  The huge piles of plowed snow reduce the size of it, but there are still more cars here than I expected.  I go in and buy my ticket for the lounge—where there are six or seven viewing stations for different types of porn.

“Sure you don’t want the combo—so you can use the booths downstairs?”

I assure her that the lounge is fine.  She sighs.  I have seemingly offended her.  I smile and go in.  After all the sunshine on the snow outside, it seems darker than usual in here.  At first glance, I don’t see very many men—maybe that’s why she was trying to send me downstairs to the booths.  I make the tour to see.  There is one man watching the Trans porn. No one at the straight flicks or the all girl video.  There is an older guy watching young men fuck women older than 50.  The bondage screen has no viewers.  I go down the long hallway to the gay area—where there are two screens.  One man is in the larger room and another in the smaller alcove.  And I know one of them—socially but not sexually.  We nod to each other.  He quickly puts away his cock and heads to another area.

I sit in the bigger room.  I unbutton and stroke.  The porn is indifferent.  I hear the door to the lounge squeak open and shut.  I wait as the man makes the same rounds I did.  He arrives.  He looks at me and unzips before sitting in a chair to my left.  It’s the Marathoner:  the runner who is a huge cocked top, but loves me to eat his ass as he strokes.

We nod to each other.  His cock is likely only half an inch longer than me, but he is much thicker.  The few times I have tried to suck it, I am feel like I am all teeth on him—there is no way to cover them with my lips, my mouth is so stretched.  But he doesn’t really want that from me anyway…

He stands up and feeds me his dickhead just long enough to get it wet.  He turns and bends—his ass inches from my face.  It is a muscle butt. He is obviously still running.  I poke my tongue dead center of his pucker.  He gasps and strokes harder.

“You’re the only guy who eats me…” he whispers from under his mask.

I go to town.  I am up and down his fairly hairy crack.  Each time I pass his hole I jab it with my tongue.  And it’s beginning to open for me.  I am leaning across the arm of a sofa to get at him.  I can connect—but it’s awkward.  He finally senses it and comes around front so I can have better access.  I spit and prod and lick. 

The man from the small room has come out to stroke and watch.  The Marathoner does not like this.  He gives him a withering stare and the guy returns to his porn.  I hold on to the Marathoner’s hips and begin tongue fucking him.  He is stroking his cock and moaning loudly.

Suddenly he pulls away from me.  I think he must be about to shoot.  No.  He is trying to sit on my super hard cock.  What the fuck!?  He prods himself with me four or five times.  I don’t ever go in—but it makes his hole open up. Then he repositions himself for more licking.  Fuck.  I can taste my precum on his hole.  The old Marathoner would freak out if he knew that.  I know he’s on PrEP now—is he occasionally bottoming?

I stroke my wetter cock and continue to rim.  I find my lube bottle and lube my dick for better stroking.   Suddenly he pulls away again and does the same bounce on me.  He groans in the back of his throat with each bounce. My cockhead is going farther into him.  He groans.  I am about to enter him…

And a guy walks into our room.  The Marathoner is off my cock and out of the room, doing up his pants as he goes.  I don’t see him the rest of the day.

*

I have moved to the Trans porn.  The Latino who I met here and who came to the house (but could never get clean) is giving me head.  His mouth is great today.  I idly wonder if he can taste the Marathoner’s hole on me.

He asks if I want to fuck him.  I decline…and he goes off to the arcade downstairs.

*

I move to the small gay area.  It is a good 20 minutes since I have seen anyone else.  A young blond in a baseball cap comes in.  College age and slender.  He looks at my cock and sits in the chair on the other side of the room.  He pulls out a slender six incher.  I stroke to the porn, he strokes to me.  He has gotten rid of his winter coat before sitting down.  But now he stands up and gets rid of his shirt.  Then his pants—all tossed in a pile on the floor.  He is now in nothing but thick socks and underwear pulled down under his balls for stroking freedom.

We stroke.  Now we are eyeing each other, not the porn.

“Daddy, can I suck you?”

I nod.

He gets on all fours and crawls between my legs.  His ass is a true bubble butt, straining against the tightness of the fabric.

“Lick my balls first,” I tell him.

He does.  With lots of spittle left behind.

He works his way up my shaft, ovals and proceeds to give me really good head.—but we both know what the other wants.

“Fuck me?”

“Sure.”

“I hope you don’t use condoms—I want you raw.”

This makes my cock drool.  I let him lick it off before I stand up.  He gets rid of the underwear and kneels in the chair I was sitting in, presenting his 20-something ass to me.  I kneel and lick it.  This makes him moan.  He is very lightly haired—nothing in the crack, just a light fuzz circling his hole.  Totally the opposite from the Marathoner—which turns me on even more.

“Stick your raw dick in me.”

I stand up and slap my cock on his wet crack.

“Give it to me,” he moans.

I prod his hole.  Just the slightest pressure of my cock head makes it flower open.  The boy obviously likes anal.  “You like dick in your hole, don’t you?”

“Only raw dick, Daddy.  And only from real men.”

I have sunk halfway into him.  He stops talking and begins panting.   I work the rest of me into him. 

“Fuck…” he hisses.  “So much cock…”

And it’s true.  He is filled.  The look of his butt taking me fully is intoxicating.  I begin to fuck.

“Do it.  Fuck me.  Fill me.”

It becomes a chant for him.  A piece of the phrase on every stroke of my cock.

“Do it.”

I grind my pubes into his hairless butt and pull almost all the way out.

“Fuck me.”

I pick up the tempo.  I know this is not going to be a long fuck.

“Fill me.”

“That what you want?”

“Cum in me.  Make me yours…”

I am damn close.  I fuck him faster.  Suddenly his ass clamps down on me.  He squeals as he unloads his balls all over the seat of the chair. 

“FILL ME!”

And I do.  Spurt after spurt.  Giving him just what he wanted…

 

The original is here, with a good cock pic of me:  From My Side of the Sling: “Do It. Fuck Me. Fill Me.” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 6, 2022.