Some time has passed since my last visit to the video shop. It happens that a mistress intruded on marital bliss and the distractions excluded contemplation of cock sucking. Except to the extent that I have lately considered that my interest in cock, cock sucking, and the joys of anonymous male sex appear to be strongly linked to stability in my heterosexual relationship. To the extent that the latter is unsettled for any reason, my focus seems to be on re-establishing a stable relationship with a woman, with no energy left over for anonymous male sex. In the current case, wife number two is now firmly established – not the mistress, wife number one having been abominably treated by your author. And with the return to social stability, so inexorably it would seem is my interest in cock. At first a modest reflection of good times past, and then increasingly a growing curiosity of places and events past, explorations made, and then finally, plans to revisit past haunts.
And so it is that I enter the video store. A lengthy absence but all appears unchanged. I do a perusal of the offerings in the front of the shop, surreptitiously observing the comings and goings through the door to the video rooms. Finally I go through the door myself and find that nothing has changed. The same rooms and group of men milling about, as though time had stood still in the world of anonymous male sex. I observe a few couplings and this is all familiar. A guy loiters in the doorway of a room, a clear offer being made. Prospective companions stroll past. In some cases the doorway owner makes a small body motion to leave space to enter. Clearly he likes what he sees of a potential companion and makes an offer. Guys stroll about observing the men staking out a room. Occasionally a stroller stops at a doorway, clearly an expression of interest. The doorway occupant will retreat into the room or stand his ground, the latter a denial. All of this elaborate ballet of unspoken offer, acceptance, and denial.
And then of course the occasions when two men retreat into a room and the door closes. Typically there will be men hanging about near the door, waiting for an emergence. Either hoping that the occupant is skillful or at least generous, and will accept the next in line for a turn. Or hoping that one of the occupants remains in the room and they can slip in for an easy suck of an overheated cock. Such aggressive behavior might gain a prize for a hopeful cock sucker when choice alone might make his task more challenging. An outcome I know all too well from my last visit, where my second companion gave me the most delicious suck that I would certainly have declined had I been fully in control of my faculties. But he had been there before and seized the opportunity available. And it took only a moment to persuade me to accept.
In the present case, I mill about with the others, observing and selecting. There is an attractive older man at a doorway. I see that he has declined one or two offers. I stroll up to his door and he makes a small movement to make way into his room. I enter and he closes the door. He is my size, slim, well dressed, and attractive. He has spent a lot of time working on his tan. I guess he is in his 40s. As usual, I assume he is married, here on a few stolen moments away from hearth and home. I am nervous with anticipation as it has been a long time since I have been in this situation. He wastes no time in displaying his cock which he wanks for a bit while I look on. He is justly proud as it is a magnificent specimen, seven inches, a nice largeish girth, and beautifully shaped. I observe that he has not spared the cock in his tanning efforts.
His opening gambit takes me back as he asks how much I will charge to suck him. I hardly know how to answer but eventually reply that I am not in the trade but that I am very impressed with his cock. He replies that this, meaning his cock, is nothing, that he 'played with one the other day that went up to here', and points to his belly button. I respond in favor of such an organ and reach for his, reassuring him that he has no reason for envy. He has been wanking on his cock since we entered the room. He now releases it and I caress the organ with my fingers. He is fully erect but it is not clear that he is all that aroused. The cock appears to have no reaction when I caress it with my fingers. Normally when one touches an erect cock in these circumstances, the cock will jump or quiver as the owner is already highly aroused from the anticipation. The first few moments can easily carry the nervous away in an undesired spurt. But not on this occasion. I look at him while I roll his cock in my fingertips. He observes my work on his cock.
I sink to my knees in front of him, the hard cock jutting out from his slacks. I slide my hands off of his cock to his hips and press my lips on the head. I caress the head in my lips, taking it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. I continue the swirling tongue work on the head of the cock for some time, my companion murmuring encouragement. Normally I am reluctant to begin this aggressively on a cock as it might precipitate an early ejaculation. But in this case, I am still not sure he is all that aroused, despite being hard as rock. And he is all of that. I slide my lips down over the shaft and take his cock into my mouth. He is a mouthful. And he is hard. He places his hands on my head and murmurs in appreciation. Small hip thrusts follow as he holds my head and moves his cock into and out of my mouth. Surrendering control like this is not my favorite way to start by any means, but it has been a long time since I have felt a cock in my mouth and this is a wonderful cock.
My hands are on his hips which are thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth with increasing speed and depth. I apply some modest pressure on his hips to suggest that he slow down a bit with the deep thrusting. But if he got the message, it was ignored. My eyes begin to water a bit as the head of the cock is driving just into the entrance of my throat. He is making more noises of enjoyment, 'aghhh....yes fuck fuck fuck......good fuck mouth'. Suddenly he pulls the cock out of my mouth. It is rock hard, throbbing, and glistening in front of my face. I have drool on my face from the mouth fucking he has been giving me and my eyes are watering. Even so, I look up and see him staring at his cock, a look of evident appreciation of the beauty of his cock in this aroused state. And to be sure it is beautiful. Full, rock hard, throbbing, the self-evident demonstration of masculine power. I am mesmerized.