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.
