Like many married bi-sexual men, David has a favorite place to meet men looking for some quick sex. A few miles from his home is an area where a large part of the city's adult-type entertainment is concentrated and David drives there periodically when he feels the need to suck someone off. His favorite place there is the back room of Carnal Club Books, a porno book store with booths in the back room. Each booth is about five feet square with a tile floor and a wooden chair where a patron to sit while watching pornographic videotapes. The size of the floor and the presence and mobility of the chair are important because, when the chair is pushed against the wall farthest from the screen, another person can kneel in front of the patron and suck his cock while he watches the tapes.
Even more important is the attitude of the owner of the bookstore. There are laws against sex in places like the store's back room but they are only enforced if somebody complains. Not only does the owner of the store never complain, he sometimes visits the back room to be sucked off. Besides his own sexual enjoyment, the owner benefits from the patronage of David and others because they always run videotapes when they are active in the booths and the hundreds of dollars they feed into the machines represent pure profit.
The last time David went to Carnal Club Books, the owner recognized him and smiled when he saw one of his favorite customers walk directly to the back room. He was horny that morning and, after seeing David, expected to get a good blow job when his employee came to work and he could leave the cash register. Although the owner didn't know the customer's name or anything else about him, he knew from experience that David would be willing to suck him off skillfully in a little while.
There were two other men in the back room and they watched as David stepped into one of the booths, started a tape running and turned around to stand in the door, looking out into the room. Before entering the book store, he had removed his dentures and put them in the Tupperware container he uses for that purpose. The container, along with condoms, Aquaglide and mouthwash were contained in what David called his "slut bag". The bag was stashed under the chair, out of anybody's way.
"Good morning," one of the other men said to him softly, holding one hand on his crotch. Men NEVER speak to each other in places like this, so to do so was to express interest. Holding his hand like that meant that he wanted to be the one sucked off, rather than wanting to suck somebody else off.
"Come in," David responded and stepped back so the other man could enter, push the chair back against the wall and sit down. That was the extent of the conversation and David's response was actually redundant because stepping back had been enough of an invitation. Both men were there for the same reason; they both knew it and no more words were needed.
After locking the door and feeding more coins into the machine, David knelt in front of his instant sex partner. Wordlessly, he unfastened and pulled down the other man's pants and pulled his cock through the crotch of his shorts. For sanitary reasons, nobody ever sat on his bare ass on the chair. The man's cock wasn't even close to being erect yet but that was a plus, as far as David was concerned, because he likes the feel of a cock stiffening in his mouth, and he enjoyed the sensation as this one did.