One of my vague New Year’s resolutions, was to get more new men from my area to the playroom.  It has not gone well.  I have had a couple (and we have had fun), but I have had far more cancellations than men following through.  This is not really a surprise but, when they do cancel, especially without any kind of word to me beforehand, it sends me to the bookstore more often.

Which, of course, means I can strike out there more times, too. 

Here are three visits to two different establishments.  Two misses and a hit.  I might have chosen to not write up the first two at all, but I have always told you the truth, so here they are…

Near Home—January, 2023

It’s Sunday afternoon, the last Sunday of the month and a man, gung-ho online, has not shown up.   No word at all.  I give him half an hour before I go off to the bookstore closest to me.  The parking lot is almost empty—which surprises me—Sunday afternoon is often a good time here.  I go in anyway, it only takes one man, after all.

I sit alone in the straight theatre.  I hear the scuffling of feet next door.   I decide to go see who is there.  It is a larger Black man—the guy who loves to fuck my face—choking me with his last half inch.  He smiles.  I suck.  I choke.  He may even have cum, but he is so deep in my throat I can’t tell.  I have enjoyed him before.  Today he’s just in a hurry.  No sense of connection.  He leaves.

One other man comes in during my time there.  He gives me toothy head until I ask him to stop.

I go home...

Jackson—February, 2023

It’s the first day of the new month.  I had learned late the night before that a new playmate was down with the flu.  He found time and enough energy to send me a text 18 hours before he was due here.  You know, how we’re supposed to do cancel.  I will see him another time I’m sure…

I go off to the bookstore with the new set up.  It’s mid-week, at noon.  More cars are here, but not men who want to engage.  One man blows me until I’m really wet and sits on my cock.  I stop him as I feel something is odd.  He is bleeding as he pulls off me.  Not a little, but a lot.  We clean up—and I head home.

Near Home—February, 2023

I decide to try Sunday afternoon again at the bookstore closest to me.  What a difference a week makes…

A man I have known for years is sucking my cock.  I am sitting against the back wall on the straight video side, in the cocksucker’s seat.  The man, a good fifteen years younger than me, is on the floor squirming between my legs as he sucks, and occasionally jacks, my cock.  Other men sit around and watch the video, casting an occasional glance back at us.

My sucker comes up for air.  “Man, I would like to get you off.”

“I just got here, there’s no way—but it feels great.”

“I have never seen you shoot…”

“You always cum before I am even close,” I remind him in a low whisper.

He nods and goes back to work, deliberately taking his left hand off his own cock.

More people arrive.  Three guys lean against the back wall and watch me being serviced, but no one pulls out their dick.  A fourth guy, young and thin with a mass of curly hair that covers his face, is standing by the door.  He swivels his head from watching the video to watching me.  My cocksucker takes another break and sees the curly haired guy.

“You should let him suck your dick.  Shall I ask him?” 

I shrug.

He gets up and goes over to talk to the young guy.  From his body language, I can tell he knows him—at least from here.  He points to me and the guy with the curls nods.  He is led over and kneels, taking up dick duty as the original sucker sits next to me and jacks himself.

“Suck him good,” the first guy hisses at the young man.

And he is.  He’s great.  Much better than the fairly good head I was getting before.  I sigh and spread my legs wider.

The door opens.  A younger Black guy comes in.  I don’t think I’ve seen him before.  His eyes light up when he sees sex happening.  He comes over and leans on the back wall, pushing in so he is right next to me.    His cock comes out.   Hard.  He is around my size, with an even bigger flared cockhead.  He jerks, watching the guy with curls bop up and down on me.

I turn towards the new arrival.  He sticks his cock in my mouth.  You can feel the ‘heat’ of the room go up a notch.  Guys around us begin to grope themselves.  A guy behind the kid in my mouth, goes down on his knees to suck someone on the back wall.

Flared Head groans as my tongue finds his big piss slit.  This makes my new cock sucker look up and I see his face for the first time.  It’s the guy who used to make me go into the cubicles for sex—and I used to push his limits by making him suck me or get his ass eaten for all to see.  His hair was so much shorter back then.  Well, well…

I go back to sucking—and so does he.  The next time Limits comes up for air, I push him onto the cock I have been sucking.  He takes the new cock willingly into his mouth as I scootch down in the chair to lick Flared Head’s balls.  My cock drools as I take in the slightly acrid aroma of his nuts.

Limits pulls off the cock and nudges me to take back over.  He does me for a bit as I go back to sucking, then he comes back up so both our mouths are on the large cock.  We do the one-on- each-side-of-the-cock-slide move, then the you-suck-cock-and-I’ll-lick-balls swap.  Back and forth we go. Now it’s one of us on his cock and the other on his balls.  Licking, sucking, swabbing tongues trading places…

At this point, my original sucker gets off.  He lets his cum fly all over the floor. 

We also decide to go over to the gay side (perhaps to avoid the jizz puddle).  The moment the door closes, we do the same sort of cock sharing there in the back corner.  Eventually we go find a chair.  Flared Head sits and Limits gets on all fours to suck him.  I pull Limits pants down and begin rimming his ass.  He has a fair amount of dark hair in his crack and I begin matting it with my tongue.  He squirms—it makes him suck harder on the dick in front of him.  I have not eaten this ass since Covid, so I love getting reacquainted with it.  I have the hole beginning to gape just a little after ten minutes of slurping and probing.

“Suck his cock now,” commands Flared Head.  He gets up and I sit in the chair.  I wonder if Flared Head will take my place, but he stands against the wall, jerking, as he watches Limits start with tonguing my balls as I jerk my dick.  Soon I am deep inside his mouth.  I am willing to suck Flared Head again, but he shakes his head—he just wants to watch.  He does eventually move away, standing behind Limits bare ass.  He strokes harder as he really takes in how matted I left the hair.  I can tell he wants to fuck…

He kneels where I was, between Limits legs, so he can get a closer look at his wet hole.  His hand touches Limits ass, making him squirm.  Limits stops a probing finger from Flared Head.  He’s oral only today.  Damn.

Flared Head stands up.  He gestures for me to join him.  We stand side by side.  I work Flared Head’s nipples as Limits sucks first one, then the other of us—back and forth, in a good rhythm, so we are barely jerking ourselves for very long.

“Cum on my dick for him.”

I jerk, as Limits licks my balls.  He goes back to the other dick.  I concentrate on how hot the ebony flesh looks in his mouth.  Bingo.  I am close.  I grunt.  Limits instantly goes back to my balls and tongues them.

“Suck his cock,” I bark. 

He does.

“Fuck!”  I shoot.  It’s a big load after all the stimulation today (and bad sex the rest of the week.) My cum covers Flared Head’s cock shaft.  I direct the final spurt onto Limits’ tongue, paused on Flared Head’s big flared head.  FH grabs the back of our cock sucker’s head and pulls him onto the gooey mess.  There is no resistance.  I watch my load be swallowed. He cleans every drop of me off the big cock…

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