I recounted my recent non-encounter with a guy I met last winter while visiting here in New York in the "Gay" forum. I saw him in a bookstore and didn't have a chance to hook up with him as he dived into a booth with a tranny instead! At first I was peeved, but managed to get over it. I was, however, determined to make sure he and I hooked up in the very near future.

Got my wish last night and have to admit: I could not be happier.

I seriously dig this guy -- a LOT. In fact, as we were fucking around last night, I couldn't help but think that if I were faced with having only one dick for the rest of my life, his would do very nicely indeed. I think he's got a great face and a I prefer men of his build and stature: meaty, thick and stocky. To be honest, it would be beneficial to him if he lost thirty pounds, maybe -- but he carries his weight very well all the same. And it's difficult to care much about a beer belly when you look at this guy's soft, blue-grey eyes.

I met him last winter and we continued to hook up repeatedly until early spring. The scene was pretty much the same, right down to both of us using the same booths in the ABS (far back, most private, most room). Sometimes we'd see each other first and know who was on the other side of the buddy window -- sometimes we would just enter the appropriate booth and HOPE the other one happened to be there. Since he always goes to the bookstore at about the same time on the same evenings, it was a good bet we'd run into each other. It also helps that we both know each others vehicle and can plan on a hot time as soon as we pull into the parking lot!

He's a shy dude, probably deep in the closet, maybe married, maybe bi, maybe has a girlfriend -- I don't know. No ring on his finger, but that doesn't say much. He rarely looks anyone in the eye when he cruises around the bookstore. He keeps to himself, much as I do, and it's easy to tell he's polite and understands the etiquette of the bookstore scene, such as it is. He's got short, mostly buzzed dark hair, those gorgeous blue eyes, a sexy, handsome baby-face with some late-night stubble: not a hint of "queer" about him -- no one would ever guess this guy is an expert dicksucker if they met him in a casual setting. It's easy to picture him kicked back on the sofa in a pair of boxer shorts watching football on a Sunday afternoon -- that kind of dude.

When we met last winter, I was pleased the he chose ME over and over and pretty much ignored anyone else who was cruising. Frankly, I did the same: if HE was there, I had no interest in anyone else. So I was bummed out when he hooked up with the tranny a couple nights ago, but I am WELL over it now, having had a fucking HOT time with him last night.

Previously when we'd meet, we'd both simply enjoy a few minutes of looking at each others hard dick through the buddy window. We both KNEW we'd get together, but it was a lot of fun to build up the anticipation for a few minutes by just watching. We didn't need much of a signal to hook up; after some mutual admiration, one of us would just go over to the other.

So last night I noticed his car in the parking lot, as I suspected it would be: right day, right time. He was in the theater section at first, but he always goes back and forth between the theater and the arcade. I caught a glimpse of him for a moment about ten minutes after I arrived, but he seemed maybe a little nervous after having not really seen me in a long time, or maybe he just wanted to wait until a few other guys left so we could have a bit more privacy. He vanished for a short time -- I waited around, knowing he'd be back. In my pocket I carried five bucks in tokens which I'd not used from a previous evening, plus another five I had to purchase for entry last night. I wanted to hang on to all of them to use with him. I don't care much if the light in the booth comes on and the movies stop, but I remembered that he seems to like a little sound from the speaker to help keep things as private as they can be in a bookstore.

Finally he returned, walked by me and looked me right in the eye, which is a little unusual for him. I nodded just a bit, let him know I was interested and hadn't forgotten him. He entered a booth, but it wasn't our "usual" booth. Well, no problem, of course! I went into the other side and we did our little mutual penis admiration routine, which was STILL fucking hot as hell. Didn't take him very long to exit his booth and come over to mine!

I plugged a shitload of tokens into the machine as he locked the door and dropped his pants. We both grabbed each others hard dick and enjoyed feeling our erections swelling more and more.

The first couple times we met, HE blew ME and didn't seem to care much about getting sucked himself, though I rather assumed he would NOT turn it down. And since he had such a gorgeous dick, I WANTED to blow him in return. I got my chance about the third time we met, and from then on, we'd both keep taking turns going down on each other. He always took my cum into his mouth and it was clear he loved doing it. He'd spit it out, but I don't care much about that. I can tell he's thinking about safer sex and I admire that. I had never tasted his cum, though: he always shot a huge load onto the floor, which was thrilling to watch. His cum pours out of him in a slow, sensual and highly erotic way, steadily oozing from his huge dickhead.

Some of you guys know that I generally can last a very long time when being sucked -- ten minutes is a warm up for me; I can cum after forty-five minutes or an hour, though I can also go for five hours if the guy is into it. Very few men can get me close to cumming in a short time, but this guy's mouth is something special. I always had to keep backing off a bit and pulling my dick out of his mouth because his technique is so fucking hot. Our dicks are almost identical in size and appearance and shape and he likes to be sucked in the same way that I do, so he knows what gets me off. I think I also can cum quickly with him because it is fucking hot as hell to look down at his beautiful face and the back of his head with his short-cropped hair as he's taking me inside his mouth. The visual is pretty intense. And he certainly doesn't just pump up and down on my dick -- he goes at it unabashedly, sometimes using his hands a little bit, licking with his tongue, turning his head to the side and stroking down the shaft with his lips -- all that good stuff.

So he entered my booth last night, dropped his pants, then got right down on his knees, a sight which never fails to thrill me. While it seemed that my dick was awfully hard as it was, it didn't take long for his soft, warm, wet, expert mouth to make me even harder. Every stroke and movement this guys makes seems almost carefully planned but at the same time, spontaneous, if that makes any sense. I guess the best way to put it is that he clearly knows how to treat a man's dick. I'm always turned on by a big-ass bruiser type of guy who gently makes love to my dick. The whole bookstore scene seems to melt away and, at least for me, the focus shifts to him and me and two hard dicks and little else. I never look at the videos; don't care and would rather watch his face as he takes care of my dick. He, on the other hand, sometimes glances at the videos, which doesn't bother me much, though I've certainly seen him close his eyes and just relax and enjoy himself.

He sucked me for a good ten minutes and had me close to cumming at least three or four times. We traded places and I was happy to get a nice taste of his fat dick. I am sometimes out of practice with sucking dick since most of the time I'm the one being sucked by a guy who isn't much interested in reciprocation. I hope I did a good job for dude. I think so; he sure didn't have any complaints and his dick just kept getting harder.

Previous encounters with him didn't include much touching or talking and I never wanted to push any of his boundaries or limits. He held onto my legs as he sucked me and he got into eating my balls, so I thought I'd explore his legs with my hands when I was sucking on him, too. Also as he sucked me, I put my hands on his upper arms but mostly just squeezed a little. I thought maybe if I stroked him in too gentle or tender a fashion that he might get nervous. He gives the impression of being one of those guys who might advertise online that he loves sucking dick but isn't into too much sensuality. Yet at times, his demeanor seems to indicate the opposite, so I am having trouble figuring him out still. I don't want to do anything to freak him out or cause him to decline future encounters. Last winter, when we'd finish up and part company, I'd maybe say a few words, thank him or whatever, tell him I enjoyed it, say when I might be back, that sort of thing. He'd respond a little, but never said much, though his expression clearly was that of a satisfied guy -- and he never turned me down on subsequent meetings.

He loves poppers, which works out great for me. As soon as he entered my booth, he simply held out his hand for the bottle. It was kind of cute, too: he made sure to read the label to see if I was still using Jungle Juice, which I believe he likes best! He doesn't get overly obnoxious with his cocksucking when he does poppers. Instead, he gets more like me, more sensual, more slow, more erotic. Gotta love that. He's got some good control over his own, dick, cumming when we both agree to it.

We kept switching positions several times, each of us thoroughly enjoying the others hot dick. I pulled all the tokens out of my pocket and slammed them onto the seat of the booth, gesturing to him. I thought he'd just go ahead and use them, which is what I wanted, but he was too polite for that. I rather admired this, too. So I just kept periodically dumping them all into the machine. I put the poppers on the bench, too, but he wasn't shy about helping himself to them anytime he wanted. There is even something highly erotic about him handing the bottle back to me: he's got big hands with thick fingers and nicely manicured nails. Strong hands, but it's obvious he takes good care of himself.

The last time he knelt down to suck me off, he had me ready to cum several times, rather quickly. I backed off but he seemed eager to taste my load. "You want to cum?" he asked.

"Not until I get another taste of that dick of yours," I told him.

So he sat back down on the bench while I thoroughly enjoyed his hard cock. I know I got him close to cumming a few times and I could taste a little of his semen in my mouth as he got harder and harder.

Since I'd never taken his cum into my mouth before, he politely asked me if I wanted him to cum. I let him know it was cool with me, but it was kind of obvious I had made the decision at that very moment. I rarely take cum in my mouth, maybe once a year, if that. The guy has to be just right, has to be just my type, and I really have to want it. This dude -- he fits the bill. And, I thought, after all the times he tasted my cum, it would be nice to return the favor for him. So he used his fingers on his dick, along with my mouth, keeping him wet and slick and hard. About three seconds before I knew he was going to cum, I blasted a huge load onto the floor myself. I'm pretty sure this sent him over the edge and he started to cum as he always does: slow and steady, pouring out of his dick. I sucked it right out of his swollen head and I have to admit -- his sperm tasted terrific. Lots of guys have told me how good MY cum is, and I'll tell ya -- if my cum is anything like this guy's -- I'd be happy with that!

Since he always spits out my cum, I did the same, knowing it wouldn't bother him at all. I wouldn't have had any problem eating it, but sometimes a load of cum makes me gag and I wanted to be able to say a few words to him without rudely choking on the guy's load!

"Fucking hot, dude," I said. "That was really fucking nice. Seven months, I haven't seen you..."

I certainly know he remembers me, that much is obvious, but I think he might have thought it a bit odd that I knew how long it was since we last met. Of course I only know because I have been out of town for that long. "Long time, " he said, agreeably.

"Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, dude," I said. "I'll be around."

He nodded. "I'll look for you," he told me.

And I know he will.

Of all the guys I've met here in NY and on the road, and even many of my buddies back in Florida, this guy is one of my top three favorites -- he even takes top honors for ALL TIME favorites. He's just got that look about him that I like -- a REAL man. Whatever his issues might be, real or imagined by me, I don't care. He's a hell of a lot of fun and I will enjoy meeting up with him as often as I can while I am here. It's pretty rare to find a dude who has an almost identical dick to your own, and even more rare to find a guy who is equally at home sucking or getting sucked -- and still more rare to run into a dude who likes being sucked the same way that he himself sucks dick.

A few times last season, it was just him and me in the store. He arrives late and I know when he shows up. He also seems to have time off on the more quiet cruising nights of the week. That can make for a pretty hot scene. A dead bookstore can be damn boring, but not when two guys who get along so well are the only ones in the place!

I expect during the deep, dark, cold and bitter nights of January, I'll pull up to the bookstore and see his car there, with no one else in the parking lot. My dick is gonna get hard just seeing his vehicle, knowing I can walk inside this place and find him there, needing relief as much as I do.

If the dude ever kisses or hugs me, I think I may have to get some chloroform and pack him up in my luggage, bring him back to Florida and keep him. I'll feed him well and give him a nice bed to sleep in. He would be easy to care for, I think: probably he's OK with Hamburger Helper for dinner and a nightly mutual blowjob session just before bed.

I won't hold my breath, though. But I will certainly enjoy him while I can.

Now, I also get to meet up with Joe probably in a week or two, but Joe is another story entirely. If you want, maybe I'll share that in the near future, too.

Oh, and then there's a guy I call "Ron," even though that's not his name. He just LOOKS like a "Ron" to me. I managed to give him his first male to male kiss last winter. I'm very curious to see if he's progressed any since then. I know he drives a Jeep Cherokee and I know half his license plate number, so I'll be stopping by a different bookstore anytime I see him parked in the lot.

It's going to be an interesting six weeks, I think.

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Got together with my hot buddy from the above story a second time since then -- very, very hot. A nice repeat of everything listed. Wish I could get him to go a little further, though. Get his shirt off, get some kissing action going on... but I think probably things will remain as they are. Which is fine with me and I can't really complain about it -- I find this guy incredibly hot.

But even though I got together with him again, I have seen him multiple times, yet always miss out on connecting. Many of those times he was already hooked up with someone else. I know which booths he likes to use, and I always get the sneaking suspicion he's in there when I see the door shut for a long time and hear his unique "pattern" of token dropping! Then, sure enough... he emerges and leaves, sometimes giving me a nod of recognition, sometimes not, sometimes missing me entirely as he walks with his head down toward the exit.

A couple of those times he has walked in, seen me, and then instantly vanished into a booth with someone else.

I'm quite sure this dude has several guys who meet him there on a regular, prearranged basis. That, or he just walks in, sees a guy he has been with before, and the dude follows him immediately. I barely get a chance to react, though admittedly I don't ever run after anyone and cruise forcefully, so maybe I miss out of my own accord.

It's cool, though -- all in good fun.

Two nights ago I ran into him again, and though we didn't actually connect, there was something about the scene that was damn hot just the same.

I had arrived first and had been hanging around only for about ten minutes when he stomped into the arcade area. There were three other guys there along with me: a femme dude who practically lives there, a guy who had sucked me once before about a year ago, and a nice-looking bi or closeted dude that I had also hooked up with a year ago. The bi dude was fun, but he wasn't into any oral -- too shy for that. He did, however, get into some tentatively passionate shirtless touching and he jerked me off with no problem. He also was very interested in repeatedly stroking my (always scruffy) face and beard.

So, before my big bruiser buddy arrived, I was deciding what I might like to go for on this night: the bi guy, who I wanted to get shirtless once more, or the sure-thing cocksucker who wasn't as attractive to me, but still a nice guy and a hell of a lot of fun.

Big bruiser looked me right in the eye as he walked down the narrow corridor, briefly, then looked away. He entered the opposite Buddy Booth from the one at which I was standing. All I had to do was take a single step inside. Which I did, naturally.

My dick gets hard instantly when I know this guy is around -- and from past experience, I know his does, too. Whether that is because of me or just because he's always ready to go I'm not sure, but don't really care! Probably a little of each.

So I dropped some tokens and pulled out my dick. He had his videos playing already and I had heard him push the Buddy Button -- so he was waiting for me to do the same. I did, and was amazed to see that he wasn't alone!

The sure-thing cocksucker that I knew was down on his knees sucking my buddy! My buddy dumped more tokens and I kept watching as our cocksucker friend slowly and sweetly worshipped his fat, thick dick. My buddy looked right at me as he was being sucked, his huge blue eyes seeming a little nervous but very excited, too.

The guy sucking him pulled off his dick for a moment, winked at me, and gave a slight nod of his head for me to come over.

Threeways always get me a little nervous, but I knew both of these guys already and thought it would be hot to get sucked along with my buddy, and, if there was enough room to move around in the booth, my buddy and I could work each other over, too.

So I watched for a minute or two more, then buttoned up my jeans when my tokens ran out and walked over to the other side. The bi guy was just walking away from that area -- he nodded to me and I nodded back; had he followed me I would have even considered going into a booth privately with him and not joining my pal and his cocksucker friend. He didn't, though -- he's too shy to initiate anything.

But the damn door to the booth didn't open! I am not one to knock or be obnoxious. I was puzzled, though: the cocksucker invited me over and my buddy had let me watch and had looked me in the eye twice. Perhaps they didn't know I was there, or perhaps they only wanted to be watched. Maybe they just didn't feel like stopping to open the door. Oh, well... whatever the case, I went into a booth alone and waiting a short bit to see if the bi guy would return. He didn't. Bummer.

Not long after, though, I heard the door of my buddy's booth open up. One guy left, the door closed, then opened again and another guy left. I heard footsteps walking away and I figured my pal had shot his load and was leaving. That was a shame, but I knew that it wouldn't take the cocksucker dude long to hit me up for some one on one.

Which is exactly what happened. In moments he was in the adjacent booth and we were looking at each other through the window. He gestured to me, asking if I wanted my dick sucked. I waved him over.

He came in and yanked his pants down so he could jerk off, then immediately sank to his knees. He took my half-erection into his mouth and expertly made my dick fat and firm with a few easy strokes. He kept letting my cock come out of his mouth so he could stroke every bit of it with his tongue and so he could admire it up close and in detail. I love this, love knowing a dude appreciates what I've got, modest though it may be.

He wasn't the most talented with his tongue as some I've had, but he made up for that with a warm, wet, sloppy, wide-open mouth that took me deep. Great pressure, nice and even. My dick stayed wet and dripping and was shining in the dim light. He dived down on me hundreds of times and I held off cumming. I could tell he wanted it bad, though, and I didn't want to tease him too much.

Meanwhile, a couple dudes kept banging on the Buddy Window buttons in the two adjoining booths (this is a group of four that all connect). I ignored them; I like to keep things private and I had also seen a new guy in the store just after I had tried to join my buddy and the guy who was currently sucking me. The new guy wasn't my type and was kind of unpleasant in general. I didn't want him watching.

My cocksucker was more than ready to take my cum by this point. I leaned back a bit, relaxed, then let him have it. He gave my dick two well-placed strokes with his fingers when he knew I was ready to shoot, and that did the trick. I blew a huge load into his throat. It had been a couple days since I'd cum last and I could tell it was a lot, the kind that seems to keep pouring out. He kept sucking me deep as I came; I never saw a single drop of cum -- he swallowed it all. It was hot as hell to think of this guy's delicious mouth taking both my cum and my buddy's cum. Hot to have the image in my head of my buddy sitting back while this guy worked over his dick, now making me feel just the same.

We thanked each other and pulled our pants back on. I told him he was welcome to it anytime he wanted it. I asked if he had eaten my buddy's cum, too -- but he didn't hear me. Drat! I wanted to know.

I was drained and my knees felt weak, but it had been such a hot time that I kind of wanted to stick around and see if the bi guy returned from the theater area. It would be kind of fun to get some shirtless body contact with him -- he has a nice hairy chest: meaty little dude, a couple inches shorter than me, but solid, maybe thirty-five years old.

Alas, I decided to go. It was late, it was cold as hell outside, it was a half hour drive back.

And when I got to the parking lot, I see my big bruiser buddy's car still there! Damn! I'd thought he had blown a load and left. I have never known him to stick around once he cums -- usually he's out the door immediately.

Probably he didn't get off when he was with my cocksucker pal. Maybe he didn't WANT to get off? Was he waiting for ME? Or did the guy just not suck him the way he liked? Then I realized -- I bet for sure he was at least one of the dudes who was hitting the Buddy Button in the other booth -- I bet he wanted to at least watch ME get sucked, too.

Fuck. I hadn't considered that at the time. I would have gladly let him watch. Hell, I'd have waved him over for sure!

I almost turned around and went back inside. I didn't, though.

I sure should have. By the time I was no less than five miles down the road from the place, my dick was getting hard again, thinking of my big buddy and his gorgeous dick and deep blue eyes and hot, gentle mouth.

I kicked myself in the ass the rest of the night for missing out. But there will be another time, I'm sure.

I went back last night, but alas -- the place was dead. One car in the lot and it sure wasn't his. I didn't want to waste my money.

You can be sure I'm going to try again tonight, though!

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Fuck. Woof. And wow!

No luck finding my nameless buddy the next night, but ran into him the night after that.

As I drove by the bookstore I was disappointed to see only one car in the lot -- and it wasn't my bud's. So I meandered around Niagara Falls for a while, which isn't unpleasant, though it would have been more fun in warmer weather. When I cruised by the bookstore about an hour later, I noted the same single car in the lot, but by this time my buddy's car was there, too. That's all the incentive I needed to head on inside.

I already had a huge, heavy pocketful of unused tokens saved up from previous visits; these combined with the five bucks worth I had to purchase to gain entrance made for one bulging jacket pocket -- and plenty of video time to spend hanging out with my guy.

The other dude in the store was a regular patron. Had never seen my big bud show any interest in him, so I figured he wouldn't have time to do his disappearing act with someone else before I could get his attention. I wanted to think he'd pick ME no matter who else was there, but I know that's not realistic based on previous experience.

He usually shuttles back and forth between the arcade and the theater so I didn't see him in the back when I went in. He showed up about two minutes later, though. We looked at each other directly this time. Yet somehow there were two other dudes in addition to the regular patron in there, too. No idea where they came from as there were no other cars in the lot. Either they walked in the cold or had parked surreptitiously somewhere else to hide their vehicles. Regardless: damn competition!

Didn't matter, though. My buddy made his quick roundabout tour of the place, then headed to the bathroom. I went into my "usual" booth. A moment later someone was on the other side. I figured it was him and I cleared the Buddy Window glass only to find someone else instead. Rats! The dude on the other side is a decent fellow; have seen him before. He's got a nice dick but he wears a ton of cologne and he only wants to stand together and jerk off. I wasn't about to trade a chance with my pal for a jerk off session clouded by cologne, so I let my token expire, didn't drop any more, and let the guy leave on his own.

Seconds later, my buddy enters the booth vacated by the other guy. I was paying attention by this point and could easily make out his extra-large shadow through the foggy Buddy Window.

We did our usual thing, watching each other for the space of three or four tokens worth of time. He's too tall for me to see his entire face, but I can tell when he's staring at my hard dick. I love looking at his thick prick myself. I probably have an inch on him in size, give or take, but if you think the head of my dick is pretty fat, his is even bigger. And I've got a thing for short, fat dicks, which works out nicely.

I nodded for him to come over, but didn't really need to -- I could pretty much tell he was into it. I heard him zip up as his video cut off. Unlocked my door as I watched his shadow move around the front of my booth. The cologne-dude who had been watching me previously was standing outside my door so I held it closed, not wanting to give him the wrong idea. When my buddy arrived, I opened it up and he shifted his massive frame inside the cramped quarters.

My dick was hanging out and three-quarters hard, having softened up a tiny bit while waiting on him to get his ass over there to my booth. He pulled out his cock and was still hard as ever. I grabbed his dick and squeezed it a bit while dumping a fistful of tokens into the coin slot. He added a few of his own as well. Then he switched the video from my gay porn to a straight video, which he always does. He also turned the volume up a notch, which he always does, too. I have no problem with this -- neither of us bother looking at the screen. And though pussy makes my dick soft in seconds, having this dude around keeps me hard and negates any deleterious effects of snatch! I was thankful that the video soundtrack was just music -- can't stand listening to porno bitches screaming.

My buddy reached out his giant hand and stroked my dick. I love seeing his thick fingers take hold of my cock. He's got well-groomed nails and meaty palms, very hot. I had a brand new, just-opened bottle of Jungle Juice with me, which I uncapped and handed to him. He had no clue it was new and he hit it pretty damn hard. He was breathing very heavy by the time he passed it back to me and he immediately dropped to his knees to get his mouth around my dick. His chest was heaving as he took me inside.

Holy fuck. He went right to work. Though he is sometimes a bit shy and seems a touch nervous, once he gets his mouth on my dick he loses all inhibition, that's for sure. I can tell he loves it. It may certainly be that he sucks everyone as well as he sucks me; it might be that he's into my dick more than he's into other dicks. I have no idea. I do know that I am into some men and some dicks far more than others. I know that I can suck a guy off and not be totally into it, and I know that if a dude is exactly my type I can let loose and give him my best. It sure seemed to me that this guy was giving me his best stuff. If he's holding anything back, I sure can't wait to find out how much better he can get!

But I can't imagine much better than this, honestly. Within seconds I knew that this time was going to be the best of all so far, and I also knew that someone was going to get bumped from my "Top Five Blowjobs Of All Time" list to make room for Big Buddy.

There is simple dicksucking, wherein a random dude does whatever he can to get me to cum quickly, putting forth a nice effort and allowing me to leave happy and satisfied -- and then there are the rare dudes who know how to make love to my dick, using their skill to bring pleasure for the sake of making another man feel good, not so much just to get him off in a hurry. Most of you know the difference, I'm sure. And this dude was making serious love to my dick.

My two main complaints about bad blowjobs concern pressure and speed: too much, too little, too fast, too slow. Sounds generic, but you cocksuckers out there know what works and what's basically just lip service to a dick. I still don't know and haven't figured out how this dude understands what my dick wants and needs. I certainly make some noises, but I'm not seriously vocal in public places. My dick is responsive, but at the same time he keeps me pretty much as hard as I can get most of the time I'm in his sweet mouth. Like I said, maybe he sucks all dicks the same and I just happen to love his style. I am thinking it's half and half, though: his own style works for me and he plays up on that, knowing I'm into it turns him on.

His tongue was doing some serious acrobatics, his pressure was absolutely perfect, keeping me right on edge but making it just soft enough so that my dick strained and got harder, wanting more, but didn't get so stiff that I had to cum immediately. His stroked perfectly timed, his depth right on the money. He frequently let my dick out of his mouth and slid it across his hanging tongue so I could see my head fat and thick, covered in shining strands of his spit. He grabbed my balls and shoved them into his mouth, he traced the hard ridge of my head with his tongue so I could watch, he shook his head back and forth while my dick was shoved deep into this throat.

If I wanted to, I could cum from this guy's mouth in ten seconds. Maybe one in fifty dudes can do this to me; pretty tough to get me off fast. But he doesn't rush me and backs off a little if I indicate to him that I'm close. And of course, I don't want to cum too fast anyway, and I want to get his own sweet, fat cock in my mouth, too. Whenever it was that the tokens expired, I let him stand up and I plugged another handful into the machine, took a big hit of poppers myself and slapped the bottle into his massive, waiting hand.

As I've said numerous times, a guy has to be "just right" for me to really get into blowing him. I'm sure not ashamed of enjoying a hot cock, but I'm just not the type of guy who wants to suck ANY dick out there. I do admire and appreciate all you great cocksuckers who are dedicated to the art of it and who work tirelessly to please ME, though! More power to ya!

But this dude... oh, yeah, man. No fucking problem. I could blow him all fucking night. Especially knowing that he'd keep swapping places with me because he enjoys my dick just as much as I love his.

Previously, he has not been extremely expressive when being sucked off, though he does make it clear he enjoys it. But this time, he was kicked back and moaning and breathing hard and is dick was stiff as steel in my mouth. His cock tastes just right, too: very manly and clean and with a hint of his pent-up sperm. I am not the world's best cocksucker, though I can do a great job if I want to. If I had this guy in my home, I would blow his mind. In the bookstore, though, I think maybe I hold back a little bit. I have to work on that, but this is not to say I didn't give him a run for his token-money!

At one point the thickness of his huge cockhead made me gag just a little. He's not very long but if I take him deep the head of his dick blocks me from swallowing any spit. So I choked for a second and he backed away, nervous. Then he laughed. Seriously laughed. "Oh, my God. Startled the fuck out of me." He laughed some more. I had to laugh, too. I saw him laugh one other time, last year -- for some odd reason, the video on the screen changed to an episode of "Roseanne." No shit. He found this hysterical and frankly, so did I. It was tough to recover from that last year -- I mean... Roseanne! No clue how that happened, but he changed the channel quickly. Anyway, he's got a seriously handsome smile and his blue eyes sparkle when he laughs. Nice. Most of the time when I see him his face has this shy, kind of scolded puppy-dog look to it, which also gets me hot. But it was nice to catch a glimpse of him smiling, too.

We traded places again and he told me he wanted to sit on the tiny chair so his knees didn't give out on him. Fine with me. The chair is a kindergarten-type thing, really low to the ground, but with his huge height it puts him at a good angle to suck me off, though I need to lean a bit into the corner and point my dick at his mouth a little bit to reach better.

He was making happy-noises as he slurped my cock, slobbering all over me and seriously admiring my gleaming dick every time he let it come out of his mouth. I was ready to blow at least a couple dozen times but managed to hold it off a little longer -- I felt he deserved more cocksucking for himself. At one point he hit the Buddy Button to see who was on the other side -- I normally wouldn't want to be watched, but with him... eh, fuck it. I just don't care. I wouldn't even glance at another dude with him around anyway. But it was a horrid old man that stalks everyone he can and then talks about it in a loud voice later on -- we all know him and can't stand him. So my buddy turned the window off and went back to work on me.

I momentarily tried to fuck his mouth, but the angle wasn't right and there was really no need -- he seemed to really WANT to show me his skill and I didn't want to let him think for a minute that I wasn't happy with what he was doing. No big deal. I was dying to reach down and rub his chest, even through his shirt, but last year he had moved away from that so I figured he wasn't into much more contact other than dick and mouth. I did throw my arm across his as he leaned against the back wall of the booth to steady himself while worshipping my dick, though. I'm going to have to try to touch his head, at the very least. He's got some handsome hair -- all dark black and buzzed at the sides but thick and swirled on top. I LOVE looking at his head as he's sucking me off.

I pulled my dick out of his mouth when it became clear I'd never be able to hold out much longer, then motioned to him that it was his turn again. I attempted to suck his dick while he was sitting down, but the chair was too low and he said to wait while he stood up. No problem. Also no problem rubbing his legs, thighs and ass -- he seems to like that. Made sure I gave his balls some attention, too.

My cache of tokens was running low at this point, but I still had enough to keep us going for quite a while. I wouldn't care if the movie ended entirely, but he seems to like the music as a background noise buffer.

He went back to work for a third time on my dick. By this time I knew I wouldn't have much stamina left to hold out for very long, but that was OK. This guy sure knows how to take care of my dick. Last time around, I jerked off while he stroked his own dick a little bit as I slobbered around his giant head, then I sucked the cum out of him, which he certainly enjoyed. I am cool with a dude cumming ON me, but he's got to be a really special guy for me to want to taste his load; this guy rates HIGH. I figured this time he could eat MY cum, which I also know he loves because he did it many times last year and requested it of me a few times back then.

So it was time for me just let it fly. His previous experience with my dick has taught him exactly where to hit me with his tongue to get me off. This big fucking bull-man slowly and gentle took charge of my rock-hard dick, stroking me deep and even with just the perfect pressure, his tongue moving expertly directly under my head. I leaned back against the wall and told him he was going to make me cum. My legs were starting to shake. He used one hand to hold my balls and a single finger of the other hand to stroke along my dick in time with his mouth. He never hesitated and I blew a huge load into his expert, eager mouth, slamming back more into the wall and making the group of booths shake. He kept sucking me until he got every single drop out of me, then he slowed it down and took a moment to appreciate my dick a little more.

This time, he looked up at me for a moment, something he has never done before, still holding my cum in his mouth. His gorgeous blue eyes were sparkling. He blinked. He didn't say anything, full mouth and all, but for the sake of my own fantasy I imagined that his look was asking me if he had done a good job, if I had enjoyed it. Maybe this WAS what his look was saying -- it seemed that way. But whatever it was meant to convey, it was hot as hell to have him look up at me while his mouth was stuffed full of my warm, melting sperm.

He leaned against the side of the wall of the booth and spit, which he always does, and I don't mind at all, especially not after THAT performance. And I'll tell you -- the huge puddle of his saliva mixed with my cum still looked hot as hell on that filthy floor.

I told him it was great, I told him thanks, I told him to stand up so I could finish him off, too.

But, alas... you know how it goes. Once you blow your own load, it is a little harder to get someone else off, try as you might. Yet I think I still did a good job for him and I sucked him for another five minutes. Then he backed off and said that the poppers were getting to him and that he was "all fucked up." I said it was cool; I know that shit can happen when you do too much poppers. He said: "I'm gonna go sit in the theater for a while and chill out."

I thanked him again and told him it was hot as hell and that he was welcome to get with me any time.

Normally I would have left, but I decided to stick around. Usually I take off and find my dick getting hard again in twenty minutes, so I figured I'd see if he was up for a repeat if I could handle that. I also had a nice "yohimbe-rection" going on and didn't want to waste it!

So I took a leak in the bathroom, had a couple smokes, and hung around for a bit. By this time more guys had arrived and several of them had undoubtedly been listening in to us. When they saw me standing there they cruised me hard, but I wanted to commit to no one until I found out if my bud wanted me to finish him off and/or get another go at my dick.

He came back to cruise the arcade a few minutes later. He made a quick circuit and vanished -- again! Damn, this guy is FAST at hooking up. He does it better than I do, that's for sure! I had no idea WHO he connected with, but everyone gravitated toward a certain booth and I could tell he was in there from the sound of his moans.

And this was hot as hell, yet at the same time it seriously sucked because I wanted it to be ME. Oh, well. Been down this road before. The dude sure loves to hook up! Then again, so do I. Peas in pod, man. But damn, it sure works out nicely when we hook up together! At least for ME it does. I'm guessing he's into it as well since we've blown our cum at least ten times over the last year. I'd like to add to that number before I have to head back to Florida, too.

So he got himself off with the mystery dude in about ten minutes, then walked out rather quickly, not looking at anyone, made a bee-line for the exit.

Still, I was ready for more at this point. I noticed one dude in the store that I had not seen before, and he was the only dude in the place that had not been cruising around while my buddy was getting off -- so I assumed THIS was the guy he'd been with.

I went into a booth and the new dude immediately got into the adjacent booth. Yet when I watched him for a few minutes, I wasn't turned on. His dick wasn't my style and he was a little too geeky for my taste. So I just left the booth and hung around a while longer.

No other dudes were of much interest to me -- same old crowd. I dig the cologne guy's dick, but wasn't up for a jerkoff staring contest.

I went into a booth, tossed away eight or nine tokens, watched a film and jerked off, thinking of the hot scene I'd just shared with my buddy. I NEVER do this, never just jerk off in a bookstore. But after having such an intense time -- what the hell, right? My buddy is worth the sperm-expense of a good jerkoff fantasy.

It appeared that I had plenty of cum ready to go -- there was an impressive second puddle on the floor after I blew Load Number Two. I'd have rather fed it to my friend, but... can't have everything!

I generally don't see him around on Friday and Saturday nights, and I have a "date" of sorts with someone else for Saturday anyway. But he DOES start showing up late on Sunday and early in the week.

I wonder what the next few days will bring?

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