“Thanks for dinner, Claire. It was great,” Jamie said as Claire stacked the dishes and began taking them to the kitchen while Jamie and I finished our beers. When Claire left the room, Jamie turned and gave me a quick wink and a grin that made my dick jerk in my pants. I looked away quickly, nervous that Claire might see it and suspect something.
“You are welcome to join us for dinner any night,” Claire said as we walked Jamie to the door. “Thanks, Claire. I am going to head back up to Bobbie’s dad’s place first thing in the morning. Something was bothering her, and she said we needed to talk. I will be heading out first thing in the morning,” Jamie explained as he returned to his house.
A couple of days passed without Jamie around, and my frustration and horniness grew. I couldn’t focus on work and became increasingly irritable with everything, including Claire. “I have to run to the hardware store,” I told Claire abruptly after dinner, not waiting for her to ask to go with me. “Ok, have fun,” I heard her say, her exceedingly uninterested tone from her laptop.
I wasn’t sure where I was going and didn’t care as I drove. Just on the outskirts of town was a small store that stood alone in a small gravel parking lot with a couple of cars parked. Neon lights and signs read " All Night Books” and “Adult Entertainment.” As I approached the store, a part of me trembled excitedly, while another part warned me about stopping. I pulled the car into a parking spot on the gravel surface and stared at the nondescript, windowless, cinder block wall.
Finally, after mentally telling myself to leave, I took a deep breath and decided to check out the store. I knew what an adult bookstore was but never thought about going to one. I approached the blacked-out glass door, shaking as I pulled the handle and entered. One side of the store was lined with rows of magazines and books. And on the other side were shelves with DVDs categorized by sections that read: “Girl on Girl,” “Hot Hits,” and “Gay Porn.”
Beyond the DVDs was a metal wall display with hooks and shelves covered with tubes and bottles of lube, miscellaneous sex toys, and rubber dicks in all shapes and sizes, and the smell of rubber hit me as I walked by them. Further down stood two round racks with black leather jackets and pants. I ran my hand over the leather jackets, feeling the cold, rough material as the leather scent filled my nose.
“Those are nice,” I heard a man say softly, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him, grinning at me and rubbing the front of his pants. The man was at least 70 years old. I nodded and kept walking, trying not to see him touching himself.
A dark hallway with doors on both sides was in the back of the building. I stood and watched as men of all ages, shapes, and sizes walked in and out of the doors. Nervously, I walked down the hallway to see what they were doing. As I approached, some men looked at me and smiled before disappearing into a booth. “They want you to follow them,” I heard the same old man say close to my ear. I jumped back and stared at him. “They want you to follow them into the booth so you can do things,” He said excitedly.
“Do what?” I asked, feeling stupid. The man smiled. You’ll figure it out,” he said and walked away. As I watched, several men continued walking by me. Some smiled or nodded, and others made a low moaning sound. “Hey, how’s it going?” I heard someone ask. The man beside me wore sweatpants, and a hoodie zippered halfway, exposing a smooth chest.
“Hey,” I said shyly. “First time?” He asked. “Yeah,” I said, so nervous that I found it hard to find my voice. “I’m Dan,” He said, shaking my hand. “Um, Bob,” I lied. Dan’s hand was soft and warm as it wrapped around my hand. “You want to watch a movie?” Dan asked and led me into a booth before I could answer.
The small room was dark and had a smell of some cleaning solution mixed with the stale smell of cum. The walls were bare except for a small screen on one wall with a card reader that listed prices. Dan pulled out his credit card and swiped the machine. “You pick,” he said as the menu came up. “I don’t know any of these,” I said, feeling stupid. Dan reached for the screen and chose a movie; the description had something to do with truckers. A second later, the film started.
I watched as the dimly lit room brightened and the film started playing. A truck driver exited a large tractor-trailer, walked to the back of the truck, pulled open the door, and climbed up. The trucker leaned against the wall; as guys walked by, he ran his hand down his muscled body and over the front of his well-worn jeans as his crotch showed the outline of a massive cock.
As I stared at the screen, Dan moved closer. I could feel the heat coming off his body. He reached between my legs, running his hand over my semi-hard cock. “That feels nice,” he said softly. I turned from the screen to look at him. Dan was a handsome young man, probably in his mid-20s. He was shorter than me by a couple of inches. His hair was cropped close in what looked like a military style.
Dan moved closer and pressed his body to mine. He placed his head softly on my chest as his hand gently felt my growing cock through my pants. Tentatively, I ran my hands down Dan’s back, feeling the muscles as we hugged in the dark booth. His body was warm and firm under my touch. Dan looked at me momentarily, then closed his eyes as his lips touched mine. His lips were thick, soft, and warm.
I placed my hand on Dan’s head, feeling the short-cropped hair as I pulled him to me. Our lips intertwined, and our tongues began to play. As we kissed, Dan unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it open. Then he reached for my belt and began to work it free. I pulled away without warning, and Dan stepped back, confused. “I can’t do that here,” I said, feeling a surge of caution. “I want it,” Dan said, trying to work his hands back to my pants. His boyish look was covered with a deep sexual desire.
“Come back to my place. It’s only a few miles away,” Dan said when I didn’t allow him to continue. He moved close when I hesitated, pressing his body against mine. He brought his lips to my neck and began running them over my skin, causing my dick to pulse with blood.
“Follow me,” Dan said before opening the door with the movie still playing and stepping into the dark hallway. I lowered my head, following Dan, forgetting that my shirt was still open. Dan walked to the entrance and out the door. “He’s a hot one,” I heard the old man say as I made my way to the door.
As I drove to Dan’s place, he took my hand and brought it to the front of his sweatpants, and ran it over the length of his cock. “Do you like it?” he asked, raising his hips and driving his cock hard into my hand. “His dick was very hard and very thick, and there was a noticeable wet spot.
As we approached Dan’s building, I realized it was housing for the university. “Are you in college?” I asked as I pulled into a visitor spot. “Yeah, I am in my Senior year,” Dan explained. “How old are you?” I asked, a sense of concern rising in me. “I’m 19, but I will be 20 next month,” Dan said with a wide smile. We exited the car, and Dan led me to his studio apartment. The room was small but laid out well. I sat on the small sofa across from his bed and desk. A moment later, Dan returned with two bottles of cheap beer, handed one to me, and sat beside me.
As we sat drinking our beers, Dan pressed his leg to mine. “Do you go to that place often?” He asked. “No. Not at all,” I began to say defensively, then softened my tone. “It was the first time I was ever there,” I continued, a bit calmer. “Yeah, I could tell,” Dan said with a bit of a chuckle. “You?” I asked. “Not often. Mostly, I go to watch movies and JO. Most of the guys there are fat and gross,” He explained.
“Are you married?” Dan asked, looking at the ring on my hand. “It’s cool, just asking,” Dan said as I struggled to answer. “It’s our secret,” He said as he ran his hand over my leg, making my body erupt in goosebumps. I gulped down my beer, trying to still my nerves as his hand moved closer to my cock. Dan finished his beer, took both bottles, and returned them to the kitchen.
Dan returned and stood in front of me. With a grin, he unzipped his sweatshirt and dropped it on the floor. Dan’s body was almost entirely smooth; his pecs were large and round, his abs were rigid, and his lean torso narrowed down to the top of his sweatpants. Tucking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, he began to slowly lower them down his muscled legs, revealing his stiff cock, barely being constrained by a jockstrap.
Dan stepped out of his sweatpants and lowered himself to his knees between my legs. Running both hands up my legs and over my thighs, Dan moved slowly toward me, a hungry, sexual look on his face. Dan reached for my belt and opened it, then popped the button on my pants and lowered the zipper.
With my zipper down, Dan began to pull my pants down my legs. My dick was hard and pressing against my white cotton briefs. Dan slowly moved his fingers over the cotton material, tracing the outline of my cock, and applying gentle pressure as he moved. “That’s nice. I bet it feels good,” Dan said with a grin.
I closed my eyes as my body reacted to Dan’s fingers manipulating my hard cock through my briefs. Dan reached for the elastic band freeing my hard cock from the cotton restraint. He wrapped a hand around the base and pulled it toward him. A clear drop of precum formed at the tip. Dan gave my cock a gentle squeeze, and more precum began to pool at my piss slit.
Dan bent forward and dragged his tongue over the tip of my cock. Then he leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine and sliding his tongue into my mouth. The sweet, salty taste of my precum filled my mouth as Dan’s tongue intertwined with mine.
Dan made several more passes with his tongue scooping up and sharing my precum. Each time he moved to my cock, I waited to feel his mouth wrap around it and begin to suck it. Each time he didn’t take it into his mouth, increased my sexual frustration. Not able to stand the teasing any longer, I placed my hand on Dan’s head and began pushing him down on my cock.
My cock began to slowly enter his mouth, feeling it slide past his teeth and over his tongue, and deeper into his throat. Dan gagged a bit as my dickhead hit the back of his throat. I released his head to allow him to recover. “Don’t stop. I want it,” Dan said, immediately taking my dick back into his mouth.
Dan began to suck my dick, encircling it with his lips and dragging his tongue over the most sensitive areas. I ran my hand through Dan’s soft hair as his mouth bobbed up and down. Dan knew all the right places to touch, and I pushed my head into the back of the sofa, enjoying his mouth's warmth.
“Oh yeah. Oh fuck,” I began to moan as I felt myself getting very close. Dan stopped sucking and pulled his mouth free of my hard cock. I pulled my head up, feeling my frustration rise from being so close. I looked at him, waiting for him to finish, but the look on his face clearly indicated he wasn’t ready for me to cum.
Dan reached and began to place soft kisses on my abs above my hard cock. Slowly, his mouth, lips, and tongue explored over my abs and to my chest. Dan pulled my shirt back and placed his lips on my right nipple. The warmth of his mouth made my dick react. Wrapping his free hand around my hard cock, he softly began to kiss my nipple and dart his tongue against the tip.
Dan’s mouth became firmer on my nipple, and his tongue licked and darted around the now-sensitive tip. At the same time, his hand moved slowly, twisting and pulling on my hardness. Dan’s mouth began to suck the nipple, making it even more sensitive. Pain and pleasure intertwined as he continued sucking my nipple and manipulating my cock.
His teeth began to bite the nipple, just enough that the pain felt good. I started to moan as the pain I felt on my pec mixed with the pleasure on my cock. I bucked my hips up, carelessly driving my hard dick into Dan’s hand. “Fuck man,” I moaned as intense sensations swept through my body. My dick swelled, and I knew I was getting close once again. “Fuck,” I hissed as the orgasm approached.
Before my orgasm could happen, Dan removed his mouth from my nipple and his hand from my dick. I could not contain my frustration as I pulled my head up and stared at him. Dan grinned at the frustration written on my face. I reached for his hand and pulled it toward my dick. “I need it,” I said, sounding very desperate. “No,” Dan replied, pulling his hand back, teasing me further.
I reached forward, trying to force Dan back to my cock and finish what he started, but he playfully moved out of reach. Dan stood up and backed away, grinning. His hard dick pressed the front of the jock out; the head peaked over the top of the elastic band.
I got to my feet, my pants around my knees and my hard dick swaying wildly, and followed Dan to the other side of the room. Dan backed up to the bed, his smile taunting me as I approached. I grabbed him roughly by the hips and turned him toward the bed. I pushed him forcefully, and he fell toward the bed, bracing his hands on the mattress. I held him in place with one hand, then began to run the wet tip of my hard cock along his smooth ass crack.
“What are you going to do?” Dan’s voice was cocky and playful. I knew what he wanted, and I knew what I needed. I squeezed my dick and watched as precum flooded the tip, then I pressed the head of my cock into Dan’s hole, pushing it past the outer ring. Dan’s ass clenched, and he took a deep breath.
I pushed my dick into Dan’s ass, feeling it slide into the warm tight space. Dan groaned, and he tried to reposition himself as my hard dick stretched his ass. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked, my voice filled with a sense of demand and anger. “Wait,” Dan grunted through gritted teeth, the pain of my dick in his ass washing over him.
I didn’t move for a few seconds, feeling the warmth of my cock in Dan’s hole, knowing that the boy needed time to relax my dick inside him. “Fuck me,” Dan said softly after a few more seconds, and I felt the tightness in his body let go.
Grabbing him by the hips, I began to slowly slide my dick out, then push it back in. I continued the in and out, each pass moving faster and deeper. I had no consideration for the boy. At that moment, he was a hole to fuck. A way to relieve my frustration. A way to get off.
I started slamming my dick into Dan hard. The fucking, and sloshing sounds of my dick going in and out of him, of our bodies slapping together. Sweat began to bead on my forehead and roll down my chest as my effort intensified. My body was on fire as I continued using Dan’s ass. “Fuck me,” Dan moaned.
I could feel the blood surging to my cock. I could feel it swelling hard, and I could feel my balls rolling and moving, indicating an orgasm was approaching. As much as I wanted, no needed to cum; I wasn’t ready yet. I pulled my dick free and took a step back, closing my eyes tight and allowing the impending orgasm to subside.
Dan straightened up and turned to me. He had moved the jock down, exposing his hard dick, then he stepped out of the jock and lay on the bed, spreading his legs. I removed my shoes and allowed my pants to drop to the floor, then stepped out of them and knelt between Dan’s legs on the bed.
Dan handed me the jock, and I brought it to my face. The jock smelled of precum and the boy’s musky scent as I held it to my nose, breathing it in. Then I brought it to Dan’s face and ran it roughly over his mouth. Bending forward, I brought my mouth close to Dan’s so that we could smell the jock together. Then I placed my mouth on Dan’s, and I began to force my tongue past his lips.
Dan wrapped one arm around me, holding me to him while he shifted his body up and positioned himself so that my dick was back at the entrance of his ass. I shifted my weight forward, and Dan guided my dick back into his ass, and I began to fuck Dan again.
I pumped my dick in and out of Dan while our lips remained entwined in a passionate kiss. Again, my body felt the rush of an imminent orgasm, but this time, I couldn’t hold it back. I pushed my dick hard into Dan one last time as my orgasm began. I could feel my cum shoot deep inside Dan's ass. More cum shot from my dick as my body contorted from the intense orgasm. I trembled, and spasms seemed to take over my body as even more cum shot relentlessly from my dick.
A chill ran over my body as the orgasm slowly faded. My dick remained lodged deep inside Dan’s ass as I tried to regain some control. I glanced guiltily at Dan, feeling bad for how hard I had fucked him, how I had used him for my needs, but he just grinned and ran his hand down his body to his still-hard cock.
I sat back on my heels and allowed my dick to slip from Dan’s ass slowly. My dick was still hard and coated in my seed. Dan reached between his legs, and I watched as my milky white cum, oozed from his spent hole. Dan scooped up the cum and began smearing it on his cock as lube.
Dan reached for my hand and brought it to his ass, pushing my fingers into his hole. “Yeah, just like that,” he moaned. Dan started to stroke his dick while I began fingering fucking him. Dan’s dick swelled, and I felt his ass tighten on my fingers. “FUCK” the boy said loudly, and cum shot from his dick straight up in the air, then seemed to stop before splashing back down on his cock and my hand.
Another load shot from his dick; this time, Dan aimed it toward his face, and cum splashed his neck and chin. More cum shot from the boy’s dick, each blast coating a part of his torso. Dan’s hand finally stopped moving, and the last drops of cum oozed from his dick head. Dan lay spent on the bed coated in white glistening deposits of cum.
I slid my fingers out of Dan’s ass slowly and began to move to the side of the bed. “Fuck man, that was hot,” Dan said, breaking the silence. We both got off the bed, cleaned up, and began getting dressed. A few minutes later, Dan walked me to the door. “Here’s my number if you ever want to meet up,” he said, slipping a piece of paper into my hand. I bent forward and kissed Dan, then left the apartment.
I sat in my car, and guilt washed over me. I realized I wasn’t feeling guilty for cheating on Claire. I felt guilty for cheating on Jamie.
