This is a work of fiction. All parties are considered adults. Although this is fiction there is a lot of self indulgent truth from real occurrences.
MY WEEKEND OF FREEDOM
It's Tuesday morning and I'm in my office at work. Well, not really "At Work". See, I sat here yesterday trying to do my job, but with the events of last weekend still fresh in my mind, I just could not concentrate. So now I'll write about it. Then, I might get back to work.
I still can recall the salty taste of his cum.
Last year when I saw that TV commercial, I thought, that was my life. I'm sure you remember the guy, the one with a half of a smile saying, I have a nice family (video showing his wife, son and his daughter), I have a nice house, (video of him mowing the front lawn), I belong to a nice club, (video playing golf). Then back to his face and he says, "How do I afford all of this? I'm up to my eyes balls in debt!"
Well folks, that is my life. Oh, I'm really a happy guy. My wife is 47 and beautiful. She has taken great care of her body. She often turns the heads of our daughter's boyfriends. So, I'm not griping at all, but there is just this one thing. I'm a bisexual and need a kinky a release now and then.
I really relish the times I can be alone and do what I need to do. Often this entails going to the local adult bookstores and having sex with the guys.
Last Friday my wife left town for a weekend visit, to her ageing parents who live three hours away. My daughter announced that she would be spending the weekend with her girl friends. My son was at college.
This is what I mean by, "My Weekend of Freedom". I covet the two evenings alone whenever this situation arrives. It's not often, yet often enough that I have it practiced. Practiced meaning what I do and where I go.
I made sure I had my office ready for me to leave at the proper time. I was praying no one would stop me and ask for my services as I almost ran from the office building.
Getting into my car I headed home to change clothes, trying not to get a speeding ticket. Yes, I was anxious and my cock was staying at a heightened arousal. I knew my shorts would have a wet spot from all of the pre-cum that was flowing from me as I drove.
At home I showered and changed into Levi's and black t-shirt. Careful to remember, I did not to wear my briefs for tonight. I like the feeling of my cock laying down the side of my leg. Plus when aroused a little the fullness bulging there for other's to notice. I'm not big by any means but I do have a seven-inch cock.
I arrived at the bookstore at seven thirty. The parking lot had a few cars in it; I parked towards the rear, well away from any by passers who might know my car. I then entered the lobby of the store.
I went straight to the DVD's and started looking at titles that I might be interested in viewing sometime. I was just bidding for time and waiting for someone interesting.
As I browsed the DVD's other men began to arrive and immediately walked into the dark recesses of the hallway leading to the video booths. I went back myself.
There is something sexy about the ambiance of the adult bookstore video booths. For the first timers it can be gross place with the old cum smell and sticky floors. But once aquatinted with the shabby dΓ©cor, you learn to let it turn you on. I found my cock begin to harden as I walked into the darkness of the hallway. Booth doors were opening and closing while men lined the halls waiting to be called into action. I walked the halls looking at the men waiting for that someone special that turned them on. I knew that some men wanted to only suck cock and to receive a mouth full of cum. While others wanted someone to just fuck their ass. I had done all that before. But I like to be adventuresome; I wanted something different, something that would lead me to new heights of sexual arousal.
I knew the location of the booths that had the glory holes. Instinctively, I walked towards the darkest area where these booths where located. A glory hole is just that, a hole cut into the wall of the booth that separates the neighboring booth. Thus giving the two consenting adults a way to have sex, by reaching a hand through the wall, or most often sticking one's cock though it for oral sex. A blowjob is really the term used.
Why do they call it a blowjob? I suck, don't you?