It was that time of year. Shopping Malls were busier, road rage in carparks was at its all time peak, throughout each store a mix of modern-day releases were pumped on repeat (almost making the ears of store assistants bleed) throughout the classics from Mariah Carey and Michael Bublé.
Adorned with decorations and windows covered in advertisements for each of their respective sales, it was indeed Christmas once again.
Don't get me wrong, as a father I love this time of year. Not for any religious reasons but it is a time whereas a family we can come together, reflect on the year that was, and put a smile on the faces of fellow family members.
I just hated shopping for it. I hated the 'chinwags' people stopped to do in the middle of the isles as they bump into people they know but haven't seen for months so then-and-there is the perfect time to catch up on what everyone is doing.
I hate the long lineups for any sort of service or to checkout. I hate looking at things and getting my ankles ran into by a shopping trolley from someone not looking where they were going. And while I love, and appreciate them dearly, I hate old people doing their jittery slow walk in the middle of the busiest shopping period of the year.
Yet, for the reasons I stated earlier it was Christmas time, and I did need to go out and finish my Christmas Shopping. Because like a 'typical male' who swore last year that to avoid all these things I hated I would "be better prepared and shop early next year," I hadn't.
I had procrastinated and put off doing it because I had 'plenty of time' and now I had none. The family get together was this weekend as my sister and her family were actually flying out the day after to spend Christmas abroad.
With my checklist of what to buy and for who on my phone I strolled that shopping mall with purpose. My trolley filling more with every store I visited. Slowly yet surely the list shrunk, the Queen song 'Another One Bites the Dust' playing with each gift that was marked off.
It had taken just over two-hours before the final present required was finally marked off the list, feeling exhausted I played my best game to Tetris as one-by-one the boxes and bags were twisted and turned to fit in my boot still half filled with a mix of work-related items and honestly, just junk that had accumulated.
Cursing to myself about not clearing this out earlier and a whole car cleanout was soon 'added to the list' of things I'd try to get done during my time off from work.
I was mere minutes into my drive home when the thought crossed my mind to reward myself for a shopping trip well done by having a beer at a nearby bar I frequented when I had an opportunity, turning the indicator on I made the left turn required and within what felt like moments I was putting the car in park and heading towards the front doors of the pub.
The bar tender, with his long hair tied in a ponytail, gave a nod in my direction as I entered, one in which I returned as I glanced around the room it seemed a little busier than when I usually come -- however it usually wasn't a Thursday night I found myself here.
There was music playing on the jukebox, and while it was darker inside, the disco lights, mirrors and well thought out lighting placement ensured it didn't have that 'seedy' vibe one would immediately think of when thinking of places like this.
I made my way to the bar and ordered a beer, as I began to sip the liquid ale in front of me I turned on the barstool to survey the room.
There were couples cuddling up in the corner booths, others were grinding up against each other on the dance floor Once the eyes inside the building focused you could also see a few people leading each other by the hand up the hallways which led to play areas.
Scattered around the room you could see the singles. Okay, I was about to say the ones like me. But I am not single I am married to someone who is very understanding who allows me to play. But what I mean are the ones that were there by themselves.
They, like me, were sitting back surveying the room. Some were fixated on certain booths or certain actions that were being performed while others were simply taking in the action that surrounded them.
At times as you watched or glanced around the inevitable happened. Where you made that awkward eye contact with someone else who is looking around the room doing exactly the same thing as you.
Before I knew it my beer was nearing its end, as I finished and placed it on the bar top the bartender replaced it with a full one.
"Oh no, I'm alright," I protested as he placed the new beer in front of me.
"Courtesy of the gentlemen over there." He indicated towards an older man at the other end of the bar before taking my empty glass away and moving onto serving the next person.
I glanced towards the gentlemen and held up the beer in one hand, a 'cheers' motion, he gave a little nod of his head indicating for me to join him.
I lump filled in my throat. I swallowed the best I could, took a small mouthful of the beer and stood from my bar stool and walked towards him.
"Thanks," I said as I approached him. My eyes giving him the once over, he was older than me I'd say early to late fifties, a dad bod -- nothing bad he had a good physique it was just obvious with old age a little extra sponge had appeared around the belly, and his almost completely grey hair a giveaway.
I was nervous as I spoke, I reached for the stool that was located beside him to sit and join.
"Nah, let's go," he said as he took hold of my hand before it could take hold of the stool. Standing from his as he did, immediately beginning to lead towards one of the corridors, I barely had time to put my drink on the bar top before being whisked away -- I knew the rules of those play areas were no drinks.
I didn't even know this man and yet here I was not resisting his lead, in fact it was turning me on.
We had barely made it to the blue carpet situated around the wall, the blue carpet was a sign that it was now the designated play area, when he finally let go of my hand. There was no secret as to what he wanted, however.
His hand that had led me with authority was immediately playing with the zip on the front of the blue work pants that he wore, once the zip was lowered his hand disappeared inside and pulled out a six-inch cock that was circumcised.
I dropped to my knees to where I was eye-level with his fly and opened my mouth sticking out my tongue, after all this is why I had come for a drink -- it just wasn't a beer I was after.
My mouth had barely opened when he was moving the tip of his cock towards the opening in my lips, with my tongue sticking out the tip, then the head slipped into my mouth he let out an audible moan.
This complete stranger than pulled out the little he had inserted into my mouth and with a sway of the hips his hard cock slapped me in the side of my face, despite the music playing on the other side of the wall it seemed the slap was loud.
No matter how much I attempted to contain it a low moan escaped my lips, the man I was kneeling in front of smiled and repeated the process. Being on my knees in front of a complete stranger as he slapped my face with his hard cock was a turn on, and my own cock sprung to life in my boxer shorts.
Lining his man hood back up with my lips I again parted them to welcome them, I was somewhat surprised however when he didn't stop with just the tip or head of his shaft, he continued to push filling more and more of my throat, in return blocking more and more of my airway until I felt the fur of his balls begin to tickle my chin.
My oxygen supplying was reaching a critical point where I was about to tap his thighs indicating I desperately needed air before he withdrew from my throat, immediately gasping for air he began to swing his hips again having his now hard cock slap each side of my face leaving streams of my own saliva dripping from my cheeks before he again lined up my mouth -- this time my throat was ready for him as he entered the entire length into my gullet.
Again, his balls rubbed against my chin but this time he didn't stay buried into my throat for as long, he withdrew then entered again, the time in between becoming shorter and shorter the longer he had me on my knees.
It soon became apparent I'd obtain more air if I breathed through my nose, his grunts continued to fill the hallway while others simply walked past to get to where they wanted to go others stopped and at least watched, one or two made a comment to those who were with them that "this is how you're going to be."
Soon his hands were on the back of my head holding it in place as he continued to furiously pump his hips, his sack swinging and hitting my chin with each thrust, his groans growing louder and louder as he used my throat as his own personal flesh-light.
All I could hear was my own slobbering noises, I could feel his rod hitting its spot in the back of my throat forcing that grunty noise from my throat, I could feel his full testicles hitting my chin, I could feel the strength of his hand on the back holding me in place.
And now... I could feel his warm load shoot down my gullet, heading directly towards my stomach. With two furious pumps he groaned, held my head deep down on his cock just as he had earlier and then unloaded into me -- like the good little bi-cock sucker I was I swallowed it all.
He pulled his cock from my mouth and placed it back inside his shorts, as I stood the wet spot in the front of my pants was evident to everybody. I always came when I had a nice hard dick down my throat.
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"Hey, it's Clint," the message read a couple days later. It was the night before the family Christmas party and things were a little hectic, but I still found myself smiling as the message came through.
"Oh, hey there," was my reply. Clint happened to be the name of the stranger at the bar I had met after completing my Christmas shopping. After finally getting to my feet and heading back to the bar where our drinks had been left Clint had introduced himself before handing me a piece of paper with his phone number on it, inviting me to contact if I ever wanted a repeat performance.
I had indeed wanted a repeat performance and had made contact however that was earlier in the day. Throughout the next couple messages, I advised that depending how the next day went I may be able to meet that evening, which was well receipted.
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