Chapter 6.
In which our hero returns to old haunts.
Over the next several weeks, I spent a considerable amount of time reflecting on the events described in chapter 5. Of course I thoroughly enjoyed the experience, as much in the recollection as in the actual event. Actually I enjoyed it rather more than I would have ever believed. But on reflection, I concluded that the event was a one off. I had not had sex of any kind for several days so I was motivated. The opportunity was unique in that we were alone and secure in his apartment. And his physical characteristics were unique. I still think of that lovely hairless skin and gorgeous cock, inseparable in my memory. I was so turned on by the visual impact that I am contemplating a similar strategy myself. If only I could transplant that gorgeous cock to myself. And finally I was curious about the act, what it would be like to participate in the act, and how I would react to the act. In truth, had the fellow turned out to be crudely aggressive, or large and muscular, or covered with a lot of body hair, or probably anything other than the set of circumstances of the event, I am fairly certain that I would not have taken part. But having said that, I would certainly repeat the act again under similar circumstances. After all, it was a great turn on and fun.
But as for the future, a much welcomed end to marital abstinence confirmed that I love women in general and my wife in particular. And my enthusiasm for the mysteries of the female anatomy and body parts has not lessoned in any way. For me personally the experiences described in chapter five were enriching and provided valuable insights on how I view and relate to women. But it is the female body that I want. I want her under me. In all of the ways described in chapter 5. So I shall not be looking up the fellow at the bar. I do not want to date a gay man. And I do not want to deal with awkward questions about whom I see and where I see them. And the other confirming truth is my love of the cock.
This brings me back to the video shop on a rainy afternoon a few weeks later. It is late afternoon, my favorite time for my favorite fare, married men stopping by for recreation on the way home from work. And who can blame them? When they get home, there will be bills, broken this, that and the other, unpleasant children, and a nagging wife who does not want sex. Here, there is silence and delight. There are no promises, no expectations, and no illusions of meeting again. This is the simplicity of life at the most basic and elemental level, plain and simple anonymous male sex. Take it out and enjoy. One need only a location and that most elemental resource, a cock sucker.
And so here I am, performing my public service. There are several men milling about. I am at a doorway, pretending to study the film offering in the room. I am approached by a business man wearing a suit and tie. He also pretends to study the fare in the room. He asks me if I have seen the film. I respond that I have not and suggest that he join me. I close the door behind us. A few awkward moments follow once we are inside of the room. There is always the danger of entrapment so I want my companions to expose their cock before I touch anything. Of course this puts the burden on the companion, but then I will be doing the work once the organ is displayed. In the present case, a few encouraging words from me and the zipper is pulled down, the cock exposed with some evident embarrassment, and we get on with the task at hand; the public service of emptying his balls.
My companion is a well-dressed and well-groomed man in his forties. He has had a few too many business lunches for his own good and carries a modest paunch. He is not erect although this does not mean he is not aroused. I conclude that my companion is not highly experienced at this. Perhaps someone has told him of this place and its purpose, but he is not entirely clear on what to expect. In any case if I reach out and touch his cock, that may put the poor guy off entirely if he really is new at this. Having a mouth on you that you do not have to look at is one thing. You can close your eyes and use your imagination. Yes, it really is the princess down there sucking on my cock. Having a guy who is standing in front of you groping your limp cock is another. At a personal level, sucking on a limp cock is not in my top five highlight reel of wonderful things to do. I read of people who apparently get off on feeling the cock grow erect in their mouth. I am not in that fan club. But my companion is here in the room with me with his cock out, so it is clear that he wants a blowjob.
I kneel down in front of him and touch his cock with my fingertips, a modest caressing touch under the head. I tease the sweet spot with my fingertips and then the backs of my fingers. Slowly I begin to get a rise out of him as his cock begins to fill. I continue with the teasing caress of his cock with my fingers. He continues to swell in response, eventually becoming fully erect. He possesses a modest specimen. Very modest. Not that it matters of course when the cock is fully erect. I slow my caresses on the erect shaft. His cock is quivering and I conclude that yes indeed, he is fully aroused. I wonder if I take him in my mouth now if he will survive more than a moment. I am guessing not. I look up at him. He is standing there with his eyes closed and I suppose that he is indeed having a fantasy about a princess.
I continue the most modest feathery touch of my fingers on his cock. Let him enjoy this as much as he can. I tell him that it is okay to make noise, that no one will hear him. He nods and I get a moaning response of what I am certain is a very pleasurable fantasy playing behind those closed eyes. I see that a pearl of manly dew has formed on the tip of his cock. I rub the back of my finger over it and then down under the sweet spot of his cock. There is an immediate intake of breath from him as this new and pleasurable sensation reaches his brain. His cock throbs. I ponder letting him cum just like this, spurting his semen out in a flood. Because it is certain that he is right there, ready to let go. I wonder if he is trying to hold back, hoping I will take him in my mouth. Or rather I suppose his fantasy princess. I remove my fingers from his cock and just watch it for a moment. He is quivering in between pronounced throbs. I lean forward, open my mouth wide, and engulf him. I press my lips on the back of his shaft. I hear a sharp intake of breath from him followed immediately by a load moaning gasp. My tongue touches the underside of his cock and at that instant he spurts his cum into my mouth.
I hold him there in my mouth for a minute, then another. His legs are shaking and I can hear him breathing heavily. Another minute in my mouth and I can feel his cock deflating. With a loud exhalation, he withdraws from my mouth and sags back against the wall. As I swallow his cum, I reflect from the taste that he has had too many steak dinners. Almost before I can stand, my companion is zippered up and, without a word, he is out the door. I have no doubt that he will be back.
I remain leaning against the wall of my room and I am immediately joined by companion two. He is a barrel chested fellow dressed in the work clothes of a well-known soft drink firm. If companion one was nervous and tentative, companion two is the polar opposite. Almost before the door is closed he is nude from the waist and his cock is standing impressively out. It is very clear what he came for and he is all business about getting started. Or rather having me get started. He has a specimen that I characterize as meaty. It is shorter than average but full and somewhat irregularly shaped. Not a particularly visually attractive organ. He has an abundance of body hair that for me adds to the visually unattractive look. But he does have an impressive set of balls hanging down between his legs.