Update on craving cock:

I posted in April about finding a cock to enjoy. I haven’t seen him since but I’ve heard from him and maybe one of these days we’ll get together again.

In the meantime, I was in Fort Collins, Colorado for the university graduation of the relative of a friend.

Back in the day, I lived in Fort Collins for a time. Back then, when I was in between women, or maybe just especially horny, I’d head over to the porn shop with a roll of quarters and find myself a spot in the video booths in the back. I’d put on something that got me wound up and I’d stand to the side, cock visible, with the door unlocked. Eventually someone would almost always join me. There’d be a handjob or a blowjob and I’d go home satisfied. Or, if I could score the one booth with a gloryhole, I’d go that route and never even see the other guy.

In fact, the only real gay affair I ever had, one that lasted for several months, was with a much older man I met in the booths. Otherwise, I spent most of my time with women and didn’t really play with guys unless I simply wanted to cum and go.

Being in town for just that day, the night, and part of the next, and having a little free time, I walked across campus to that porn store. Thought I’d reminisce. Now that I’m older and, due to injury, not as functional as I once was, I thought I might even find a booth and maybe get someone off for old time’s sake. The door was locked, the lights were off, the sign was gone. Out of business. I was a little more disappointed than I thought I’d be.

As I stood there, wondering what the fuck, another fella, a little younger than me, came around the corner, caught my eye, looked at where the sign used to be and said,

“Well, shit.”



”Yeah.”



”Are they out of business?”

“It does appear so.”



”Shit. I used to come here when I went to college here.”



”Me, too. I mean, I didn’t go to school here but I spent time here.

“

”In the back?” He chuckled.



So did I. “Yeah. Kinda wanted to revisit old times.”



”Man. Me, too. Did you ever, you know?”



”Know what?”

He chuckled again. “Play doctor with strangers?”

“Yeah. A little. Got some great head here.”



“”Me too. I was told I gave great head. Maybe to you?”

We compared notes on dates and we’d never met.



”Well, it was nice to meet you.”



”Yeah. So. You still wanna?”

“Wanna?”

“Play doctor with a stranger?”

This time I laughed. “I’d need a doctor to do any of that. Too many injuries. I’m all take and no give these days.”



”I’m a stranger.”



I know how dangerous things like this are but you know how you get that feeling that someone is probably ‘alright’? He seemed alright. Plus, I had six inches and fifty pounds on him. He was chubby, bald, well-dressed, well-spoken. He didn’t feel wrong. I’ll save you the worry. He wasn’t. He was a decent guy.



”Where you staying?”



”I have an AirBnB about four blocks from here.”



We didn’t even get out of the living room. He closed the door, locked it behind us, and began taking off his clothes. He wasn’t hung huge. Maybe five inches and two thin fingers wide. Small balls pulled up tight under that and all of it under a hanging belly.



I stripped and when I was done, he was standing, cock in hand, stroking.

“Just head or can I fuck you?”



”You have condoms?”

“In my shaving kit.”



”What would you rather do?”

“I wanna fuck.”

“Let’s get you ready.”



I didn’t give him head for more than a minute or two when he stopped me. “I don’t want to cum yet. Hold on.”



He came back from the bathroom with a bottle of lotion and a condom already on. Tossing me the lotion he said, “I want to see you get ready.”



Kneeling in front of him with my ass up and my face on the floor, I reached behind myself with lotion on my fingers and began to work it into my asshole. I could hear his breath speed up as he whispered things like, “Oh, fuck yeah!” and, “I’m gonna fuck you so good.”



Then he knelt behind me and said, “Spread your cheeks,” which I did.

I felt the head of him against me and then he pushed. Thank goodness I was ready enough and he was sized right enough that he slipped all the way in with one stroke and began to swirl his hips.

Maybe twenty slow strokes and then a few fast ones. Not more than three minutes, and I could feel the pulsing begin. He came so quickly. He stayed deep in me and I could feel him shake. “Thank you. Thank you. So tight. Thank you!”



We walked back toward the former porn store, shook hands, and parted with a grin and a mutual thank you. A quickie so fast it wasn’t even a one-night stand. Might have taken an hour and-a-half from the time we left the parking lot to the time we returned. My ass was tender but not sore.



So that’s two this year. I’m still curious. Still straight but I have curiosities. I’d like to find something big to ride. Something long and thick. And I’d like to find someone I trust to cum in me. The only people who ever have, bareback, were the guy who taught me to masturbate as a youngster in that treehouse all those years ago and the older man I had the affair with. I’d like to feel that again. I’m never going to prefer men to women but now that it’s difficult for me, I find that if I’m getting someone off, I don’t mind so much if it’s a a guy and I seem to enjoy it almost as much but on a different level.

Fantastic clip. Thanks for sharing!

I was at a wedding this week with my girlfriend. Also at the wedding was an old girlfriend that my current doesn’t know about. And just before the wedding, do you remember the homeless woman I told you about who gives me head in her camper in exchange for groceries and small amounts of cash? She is so good at what she does. Which is nice because my girlfriend doesn’t like to give head so hers is barely foreplay.

So, yesterday I woke up with my girlfriend at her house. She looked so good coming out of the shower that I couldn’t resist. When we were done, she showered again, told me to keep my hands off until after the wedding. She still looked good.

She went out the liquor store and to the dry cleaners and then downtown to pick up the gift. On my way home to change, I stopped at Walmart and picked up a few groceries. My girlfriend works tonight after taking yesterday off, she works in a care home and they’re short-staffed, so I wanted to have something over to my side chicks truck and trailer for this evening. She’s going to be moving on to a new town before the end of month after visiting some friends in Kansas for Labor Day so I want to get as much head in as I can before she wanders away. Still haven’t gotten to fuck her but if I do, I’ll let you know. Got her a refill on her propane tank at the Home Depot and dropped off the groceries. In exchange for a blowjob, of course. Where my girlfriend isn’t fond of giving head, and quite honestly isn’t good at it, my side chick loves it. She turns on the air conditioner in the trailer, gets naked, takes down my pants, and away we go. She doesn’t always swallow but yesterday she did.

Went home, got changed, then picked up the little woman and went to the wedding.

My current girlfriend was talking to the bride, and the bridesmaids, and who knows who else. They’re all her friends and I didn’t know anyone. I was merely a Plus 1. Sitting at a back table while the little lady was socializing I was joined by that ex-girlfriend, who was also a Plus 1. Her brother is a friend of the groom’s. Long story short, in a changing room at the event venue, I end up with her with her dress up, panties down, hands around her still small waist, bumping up against her bigger ass, deep in a pussy that was so much wetter than I remember it being, getting a quickie in. Maybe four minutes. I’d already cum twice that day and probably didn’t squeeze much up into her but it was good enough for both of us. Her panties are still in the pocket of my suit coat.

Three different women in one day. I’m pretty sure I haven’t done that since I was 19. So, what 40 years ago? All of those would be grannies by now. I only got to fuck two of them (yesterday) and one of those was just tearing off a quickie, but damn it, there’s no reason to give up. Older, balding, grey, and I still have a little pull.

I’m going over to the side chick’s tonight. If it comes up, I hope I’ve recharged enough. I don’t know though. Might have to take a night off. Feels good to be able to say that.

I confess that I’ve been kind of ‘seeing’ a ‘homeless’ woman recently. Not entirely homeless. She has a small camper and a pick-up truck. But after her divorce a couple of yeas ago and losing her home in it, she got the truck and the camper and that’s where she lives. Moves to another spot every week or so and to another town every few months. Works at a temp agency when she feels like it. Mostly doesn’t feel like it. I met her at Wal-Mart (go ahead, make the joke) in May and we get along just fine. Basically, when she needs a tank of gas or her propane bottles filled, she gives me a call, gives me head, and I fill up her tank. A couple of times she wanted a few bucks for groceries or a few bucks for the dispensary so she could buy a couple of joints and I got blown. Works out great. She’s thirty (which is half my age), more cute than pretty but has great tits and a nice, round ass, and she swallows. I like the arrangement. Sooner or later she’ll move on to another town and I’ll lose that arrangement. Not sure if I’ll ever get to fuck her but she gives great head and is naked while she does so, you know, fucking isn’t the most important thing.

Only ever popped off premature once. Never had a wet dream, which I kinda regret. Never came in my pants.

I had a friend who did though, while we were watching an old Swedish Erotica clip at a bachelor party back in the day. Back then you still needed a screen and a projector. Pat had never had a real girlfriend, had never gotten a handful, not sure he’d even kissed a girl. The movie was on and we were all shouting at it like we knew what we were talking about. Sticks in my mind that it was an old Seka loop (this was the early 80s) and she was about to get it in the ass. Just as the heavily-mustachioed ‘hero’, parted the posterior of his equally hairy companion, you heard Pat say, “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no! Fuck!” and off he rushed. We teased him unmercifully, although we were no doubt hard as stone as well.

It started out as an easy day. Kansas in the summer. Hot in the morning. Hottest in the afternoon. Hot all night. I finished mowing the lawn and was walking down the to gas station for a ‘pop’. There were girls and young women laying out on a couple of lawns taking advantage of the morning sun. To a youngster like me, it was like viewing heaven and I was hard all the way to the pop machine and back. But you’d better believe I took the same route home.

The swimming pool opened at 1 and I spent the day at the pool. More swimsuits and sun-tanned flesh. Bikinis. One pieces. Lifeguards. Our regular lifeguard was a beauty named Julie and she had this light pink bikini that I could describe to you still. It was almost transparent enough for you to believe that it was. To this day though, I’m sure I could describe her patch to you, so maybe it was more transparent than I remember. Fuck. Hard off and on all afternoon and all the way home on my bicycle.

Home in time for dinner. No time to jerk off. Talk about a build-up. Looking back at it now, if I knew then what I know now, I would have assumed that if I came at that moment, I’d be completely dehydrated.

That evening I had to work at the concession stand at the local ball diamond. Softball double-header. There were usually of couple younger people, like me, and a couple of older people. That evening one of the teachers from the local elementary school was on. Mrs. Barker. We used to sit up in my buddy’s old treehouse and watch her sunbathe on her deck, which she thought was invisible to the rest of the world, so she sunbathed naked. She didn’t know about the treehouse. Man. Every time I brushed against her that evening, and it wasn’t always an accident, I was hard. Being as old as I am now, I wish it was still that easy.

I was so amped-up and so miserably horny that I rushed out before we were done cleaning up. Fumbled some excuse about not feeling well and bolted.

There was this little bathhouse just past the outfield, but the man was locking it up so I ran over the bridge over the creek and started through the trees to head up the hill to this little shelter, an old, stone, WPA-built picnic shelter thats table was long since gone. I knew that all it would take was a few strokes and I’d be fine.

My cock was banging up against my belly and I could feel each step in my balls as I ran. I was picturing Julie without her bikini and Mrs. Barker without her shorts and t-shirt. I was picturing those young women on the lawn asking me to join them. I was picturing all kinds of things as I rounded the corner into that picnic shelter and dropped my shorts.

And there, like a live-action porno movie, three feet from me, was a guy I knew from the local mechanic shop where my folks had always taken their car to be serviced.

I can still picture it. Like me, his shorts were down. Kneeling in front of him was Tina, someone I knew a little but we didn’t run with the same crowd so I didn’t know her well. She was a mousey, quiet type, lean and angular, with a bookworm’s reputation and who had never gone to school dances when we were in the same school.

She was wearing cut off denim shorts, flip flops, and a softball jersey. The jersey was unbuttoned and pulled back and I could see the curve of her breasts. I could also see Junior’s calloused, mechanic’s fingers were tangled in her hair and it was obvious that his cock was in her mouth to the root. Her hands were wrapped around his waist and were clutching at his ass.

He looked up and grunted, “What the fuck? Hey! Val! Hey!”

The one of her eyes that I could see met mine and she went down a little further on what must have been a very hard cock. I didn’t actually see her grin but I’ve always felt like she did.

And then, like my friend Pat, I stuttered, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”

I can’t begin to tell you how much I came. I didn’t touch myself and no one touched me. But I came all the same. Long, ropey streams of which I can still picture. I hit her softball jersey, her hair, his hand, her face, his leg, and the tops of her thighs.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Bobbing down quick, I grabbed the waistbands of my shorts and underpants and yanking them up over my still dripping, still hard cock, I muttered, “Oh hey! Hey, Junior. Tina. Sorry!” And I ran.

That night at home, in bed, with the lights out, I came again. And again the next day. That night I made a call.

“Hello?”

“Hi. Is Tina there?”

“Yeah, Tiiiiiiiiina! Get your ass over here! Phone’s for you!”

“Hello?”

“Hey, Tina, it’s Val, I was wondering . . . “

“No. I’m not busy tonight. Whatcha got in mind?”

“Ummmmm, maybe we could . . . “

“Sure. Pick me up at 8?”

“I . . . “

She’d already hung up.

I rolled my old Ford up to her house a few minutes early and she was already on the porch. Dressed exactly the same as last night. Might even have been the same softball jersey.

“Hey, Val!”

“Hey.

“Junior’s pretty pissed at you. You know why, right?”

“Because I came on his hand?”

“Because you came on his hand. And his shorts. And his leg. And then you ran off.”

“What were you doing with Junior, anyway?”

“He has a nice dick.”

“He’s twice your age.”

“He has a nice dick.”

“I didn’t know you were into that.”

“Into what? Sex? Older guys? Dick? I like dick and it likes me.”

“I guess I just didn’t know.”

“I keep my head down and my mouth shut. That’s how bad reputations get started.”

I laughed. “You do NOT keep your mouth shut!”

“And you’ll know exactly how much I don’t, as long as you keep yours shut. Deal?”

“Deal.”

I was 19 and in a used bookstore in a town I went to college in in Kansas. I spent most of my time looking for good sci-fi or good recent fiction but they had a few shelves near the front where the owner could keep an eye on them. That was where the Beeline novels were and the stacks of old Hustlers and Playboys. You could browse all you wanted, but the owner was always nearby, presumably to avoid theft and ‘bad behavior’.

I’d been in often enough that he didn’t pay much attention to me. I wasn’t much of a threat to his stock. So when I spent a few minutes near the adult shelves, he barely gave me a second look. I always paid for my purchases and sometimes that’s where they came from.

On this particular day I think I had a couple of adult westerns and some old Heinleins, or something like that. My usual. And now I was looking at the ‘good stuff’. I picked out an old Hustler to jerk off to back in the dorm and took that and my other books to the counter.

The owner looked at my stack and asked, “Want to see something special?”

“Sure.”.

He reached under the counter and pulled out three of the real porno mags. Full penetration, money shots, the whole deal. I’d never seen one up close. This was Kansas after all. Early 80s. He flipped it open and there they were, guys, gals, fuckin’ and suckin’. I was hard almost immediately. Which he noticed.

Now I was pretty shy about the subject of masturbation. This was the early 80s. Guys who did that were called names and they made fun of each other. Even those of us who sometimes jerked off with a friend. We all did it. We just didn’t talk about. it. So when he said, “Ever see anything like that?” I said, “No.” To which he replied, “Sure would be good to jack off to. You must do it a lot, you buy enough magazines.”

I was 19. He was maybe mid 30s, and kinda creepy. Getting creepier by the minute.

“Nah. Got a steady girlfriend who takes care of all of that for me.” A lie.

He chuckled. He could tell I was lying. “Well I do.”

He casually reached over, flipped the Out to Lunch sign, locked the deadbolt, and stepped out from behind the counter, blocking any thought I might have of unlocking the door.

Looking me squarely in the eye, he unzipped himself. He pointed at me and said, “Would you like to? She’s not here.”

It was summer and I was wearing cut off jeans and no underwear. It was obvious I was aroused.

“Ummmmm. I .. . . uhhhhh”

He reached into his slacks and pulled out his own penis. I know now that it wasn’t huge. It was on the small side of average, in fact. But it was bright red and throbbing. I had no explanation for why my own got harder when I saw that, but it did. He went back around the counter and turned the page on the magazine. “C’mon.”. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, then turned another page. Then he reached out, hooked a finger in my belt loop, and said it again. “C’mon.”

When I was closer, he lowered my zipper and undid the button. Parting the waistband, he pulled out my cock. “Niiiiiiiice! Lemme see you touch it.”

I looked at the magazine, looked at his eyes, now locked on my cock, and I did as he asked. I was blushing and shy and watching his cock bounce as it throbbed. I took hold of my own and gave it a stroke.

“I knew you’d be into this,”

He turned another page and I distinctly remember the scene. Two young women, one doggy style while the other was on her back, legs spread, the first girl’s face buried in her pussy. Behind the first was a burly man, hands tight around her waist, obviously buried in her.

“Ever see anything like that?”

“No.”. And I hadn’t. I’d still yet to experience my first threesome and this was my first real porno mag.

“How you feeling down there?”

“Uh, yeah.”

I was still shy and he was focusing an awful lot on me instead of the magazine.

“Here. Let me help you.”. He stepped behind me and giving my shorts a push, they fell to my feet. He pressed himself up against me and feel him hard against the cheek of my ass. I jumped.

“Hey. Hey. I’m not into guys!”

He shushed me and I could feel his breath against my shoulder. He reached around me and took hold of my cock, which grew harder, to my consternation. Then he began to stroke me. And it felt so good.

The pages turned, the young women on the pages took turns taking that fat cock in every orifice, the hand on me began to stroke harder and within a minute or two, I was shooting a puddle of cum onto the hardwood of the floor. When I did, his cock, now sliding up and down in the crack of my ass, pushed up tight against my asshole, without penetrating, and I could feel it pushing, pushing out his cum against my hole.

“Ahhhhh, daaaaaamn, daaaaaaaamn,” he whispered in my ear.

Reaching under the counter, he took out a roll of paper towels and handed it to me. “Here you go.”

I stepped out of my shorts, now dotted with cum, and standing with my feet spread wide, I began to clean up the cum that was running down my thighs. He stood in front of me, naked from the waist down, still semi-erect, still dripping. He’d shot an enormous load and didn’t look like he was done. “Damn that’s hot. You sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry about the mess. Yeah. No. I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Wanna do it again?”

“What?”. I was nervous and shy and didn’t know yet that I was bi.

“Wanna do it again?” He took a stack of probably a dozen more magazines out from under the counter. “I have time if you do. It’s my store. I can be closed all day if I want to. And I kinda want to.”

He was fat, and sweaty, and balding. Wore thick glasses, had a small cock, and he was leering. He smelled of cheap soap and Old Spice, and cum. If I had been out looking for guys, I doubt he was what I’d have looked for. I know he wouldn’t have been. But I’d never looked for a guy. Far as I knew, I was straight, except for a few experiences when I was younger. To me, him and that twig of his were pretty okay. On the rare occasions I want to be with a guy all these years later, I still prefer chubby, geeky, men, small cocks are a plus.

“Uh. I have class this afternoon. Summer classes. College. Sophomore. Like to be a junior. You know. Girlfriend later. Movie. Can’t. But thanks. Thanks. Gotta go.” Honestly, I was making up excuses. I knew I liked what had happened and sure, I wouldn’t mind doing it again. But here? This was a public store. Broad daylight. People had been walking past that locked door the whole time. And this guy had just locked me in his store for sexual purposes and jacked me off. That couldn’t have been legal, could it?

“Tell you what. I close at 8.”. He knelt down and licked the head of my cock, which was rising. His was already hard. “I close at 8. Be here when I close,” his hand slid up my leg and his index finger touched and tickled my asshole, “I’ve got these magazines and more in the office. We can have a really good time.”. His finger pressed a little harder. “You can bring that girlfriend of yours if you like.”

“I. . . uh . . . I don’t have a girlfriend,”

“Yeah. I didn’t think so.” His finger slipped into me to the small knuckle and I was as hard as I ever would be again. He gave me one more flick of his tongue and pulled his finger from my backside. “No one to jerk you off. Shame.” His finger slipped back in to the second knuckle and his mouth was around my cock to the root.

And I missed class.

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That was my response. ^^^ Forgot to click the name box. I don't do the anonymous thing. :)

The one on the left. She looks like she has a secret and I want to know what it is.

2 for certain. But I'd be willing to share her with 1 or 3 as long as they promised not to use her up or tire her out before I do.

You know that 'ow' moment you get when you bang your pubic bones together too hard because you're going waaaaay too fast to think about the consequences? With a pussy that tight and lovely, 'ow' all night long. What a ridiculously beautiful body.

She'd look lovely in a nice, tea-length, pleated flannel skirt in a bright color with a classic June Cleaver blouse. Stockings, garter belt, something dark. Silk panties. Definitely silk. Dark silk shows moisture so well. And in broad daylight, with any number of people passing by, I'd love to bend her over a bench in a secluded corner of a city park somewhere, a nice quiet corner that not everyone goes about. I'd sit next to her on the bench and whisper to her what I'd want each stranger to walk by to do to her while I'd reach over and tease her nipples through her blouse. Every so often I get up, step up behind her, and check her panties.

When the first hint of a wet spot appeared, I'd tie her hands with soft, silk scarves to the slats of the bench. I'd flip her skirt up and I'd slip those pretty panties of hers to the side just enough that I could get past them and into her. I'd start sooooo slow and take a full minute to slip into her, balls deep. Then I'd grind and grind and grind until she was grunting from the pressure of it. As people came by, if they wanted to release those beautiful tits or slip a thumb in her ass or press a cock or a pussy to her mouth, they'd be welcome to. I'd edge inside of her for an hour. Slow then fast. Soft then rough. Maybe two hours. And when I finally came, I'd pull out, leave her skirt flipped up and her hands tied to the bench, and I'd go home and call you to tell you where to find her. But only after calling a dozen of my friends first to give them a headstart. Imagine how much cum could be dripping out of her and off of her by the time you found her?

She has some lovely curves and I'll be they feel great in the hands. I'd have no problem taking her for test spin and if she handles in the curves as well as she looks like she might? I'd drive her home all night long.

Agreed. I'm as much a freak as the next person but that's a line I have no interest in crossing and I don't really find it sexy when others do. Just not my thing. And sometimes, when I'm being intimate with myself (hey, I know what I like), and I realize that I'm watching a video that someone's titled that way, I have to stop, walk away, and start over. To each his own, I guess, but there seems to be so much more of it here than anywhere else. It's a little overwhelming at times.

I'm going with #1, on the left. She looks like she has those really long legs. I'd love to fold those back up against her chest, with her knees next to her ears so she looks like a rabbit. Then I'd either go hole, to hole, to hole myself, OR, I'd hold her legs up and part so someone else could.

That's some serious deliciousness right there. I keep meaning to spend more time in Oklahoma.