Jackson—October, 2022

It was a foregone conclusion that I would head back to the bookstore with the new layout.  I went on a Wednesday afternoon.  This surprises me now, as I type this up, as I usually go there nearer the weekend.  But it was a terrific set of encounters…

I go into the refurbished lounge with the heavy door clunking shut behind me.  I pass the new cubicles that have glory holes and the cubicles hung with cloth to give privacy.  No one is viewing the variety of screens at this end of the building.  I go the other way—the gay room is dark—the big screen television isn’t even on.  The trans room at the end of the corridor is empty, too. 

Fuck. 

I go back and sit—watching a straight video.  The man in it is good looking, hung and demanding.  My cock stirs and I begin to jack.  I hear a movement behind me in one of the cloth cubicles.  I turn.  A naked man appears.  He is a blond, hairy cub type—mid 30’s to 40’s.  His decent sized dick is hard and throbbing.  I have used him here before.  He recognizes, me, too.

“Let me suck that big dick.”

He gets on his knees and takes my cock into his mouth.  He’s great.  And it’s an incredibly sloppy blow job.  My balls are collecting puddles of his spit.  I tell him to lick them clean.  He does, willingly, staying there until I nudge his head back to my shaft.

He finally pulls off me.  “Will you fuck me?”

I nod.  He kneels on the couch, supporting his arms on the back.  I eat his ass for a long time, licking at all the hair that runs rampant down his ass crack, but always coming back to tongue drill his once tight pucker.  Finally, I stand and slide into him.  He grunts.  And says “The harder the better.”

I begin plowing into him.  We hear the main door open, but the GH cubicles block our view for the moment.  Then he appears, a man around the same age as the guy I am in.  He is dark haired and built.  His massive biceps fill the sleeves of his red T-shirt.   I pray he will come over and stick his cock in the Blond Boy’s mouth. 

Now he really sees us, too, and realizes what we are doing.  He walks slowly toward us.  His hand gropes the front of his baggy gym shorts.  But then he turns and walks away towards the gay area.

We fuck a little more, but I know Blond Boy is anxious to see what trouble he can get into with Gym Rat.  I let him go and watch the straight movie.  I give them five minutes.  When I reach the gay room, the television is now on and gives a ghostly light to the action happening.  Blond Boy is sitting in a stuffed chair, left over from someone’s 1990’s living room.  Gym Rat has his dick in BB’s mouth.  His gym shorts are around his ankles.  He wears no undergear of any kind.  Blond Boy, still slurping on GR’s cock, grabs the ample butt cheeks of Gym Rat.  He pulls them apart.  I kneel and my tongue makes contact with a much tighter asshole.

“Holy fuck,” Gym Rat grunts out.  He has two terrific tongues working on him at the same time.  GR sighs again.  “He tells me you have a big cock.  Fuck me.”

I re-double my efforts to get him really wet.  I can’t wait to get into him.  I lick and spit a few more times, as I grease my dick up.  I stand.  It’s not a great angle, but I get the head into him, while he’s still being blown.

“Slow,” he hisses.

I have already stopped.  He tries to push back on me. 

“You’re just too big, man.  Sorry.”

Blond Boy comes off his dick.  “Then fuck me again.”

He hunkers down in the chair.  Gym Rat kneels on the arms of it, so he can still get to Blond Boy’s mouth.  I have to kneel to fuck Blond Boy.  I do, and slide into the hole I left dripping with precum.  It’s a fun fuck—but it is hard for any of us to be comfortable.  I plow him and occasionally slip a finger into Gym Rat’s ass.

My knees on the hard floor give out first.  We all stretch and head our separate ways:  Gym Rat to the basement arcade, Blond Boy to see who walked past us into the trans room and I go back to the main area.

The moment I sit down the main door opens.  I don’t turn, I just jerk and wait to see if they come my way.  I smell him before I see him.  The acrid smell of asphalt.  Now I do turn.  It’s one of the construction crew working on the highway.  He is in stained work clothes, that smell of his job—and it’s a total turn on for me.  He glances at my cock and sits right next to me on the love seat.

He pulls out his cock.  Bigger than average and uncut.  His rough hands play with himself, one on the shaft and one on his hairy balls.  We stroke silently.  Throwing sidelong glances at each other.

He breaks the silence.  “I really hoped to find a cocksucker here.”

Without a word, I slip to the floor and take him into my mouth.  His hands caress the cropped hair on my head.  That asphalt smell again.  He is dripping precum like crazy.

“I really need this.”  I work on his foreskin.  I pull it down with just my lips and tongue.  He groans.  He is getting close, very fast.  To slow him just a little I go to his balls.  They are wonderfully musky from a half day’s work. 

He groans.  “Take my cock—I’m gonna shoot.”  I work up and swallow him down.  He erupts the moment he feels my tongue.  It’s a massive load—creamy and thick—and his whole body is shaking.  I keep him in my mouth, nursing his cock, until he stops.

I stand up.  The back of his hand touches the underside of my cock.  “Someday,” he says, “I’m gonna try sucking one of these…”

I smile and move so he can stand up, zip up and get back to work…

*

I take a moment after he leaves.  Then I wonder back to the trans room.  Blond Boy is on the exam table.  He lies on his back, feet on the stirrups.  “This should make it easier.”

I go to my knees and begin eating his ass.  I know the remnants of the load in my mouth is no issue for this ass.  I taste myself in him as he pushes his hole out into my mouth.  There is movement behind me.  Gym Rat and a bear around my age have come in.  They both have their cocks out…

Lots more to cum—Next Time.

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Right Men in the Right Place (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 4, 2022