Thank You Brother

Last week I had a brief assignment to the Midwest (Iowa). Work did not leave me much time for play but I managed to squeeze some in and this is just a quick Adult Bookstore encounter.

I was actually passing through this mid-sized Midwestern city not far from where I grew up. This is only relevant because it helps explain how I knew about this place.

It is a porn video store in front, but I have never ever seen anyone going through… much less purchasing any of those Tired Video… I mean at least they could have one shelf of current, Treasure Island Media type videos… instead the shelves are lined with ridiculously over produced compilation videos,,, many of which are still in VHS format. No one ever goes there for the videos… they go there for the very large back video booth area where guys cruse each other from the time the place opens until it closes around midnight.

I paid my $10.00 to the very disinterested clerk who actually seemed a bit pissed that he had to put his sci-fi paperback book down for a minute to take my money.

Once I was buzzed into the back, I just stood there for a moment allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Soon enough I was good to go and made a quick sweep of the place to see who was there. In short… not a lot… the “pickins were slim” as they say in that part of the country.

After my quick walk through I determined that there were only two guys of interest. One was a mid-twenties 6’2” farm boy complete with the warn jeans, innocuous rock band t-shirt and a beat up green John Deere ball cap. The other potential was another 6’2” man though middle aged …late forties… with glasses, red polo shirt and standard levis jeans. Although causally dressed, the middle aged guy seemed like he was more accustomed to a suit and tie…I don’t know… I just got that vibe.

I actually approached the middle aged guy first because he was standing in his door-less booth with his 7”, medium thick and cut cock in his hand watching the little video monitor. As soon as I took a step toward him, he put up his hand…motioning that he was not interested. That was cool… I mean… I get it … we like what we like.

So I set off searching booths for the farm boy. After checking like 20 booths, I was convinced that he was gone and I had missed him… but… sure enough… in the very last booth, there he was standing with his back to the “buddy Window”, facing the door-less doorway…checking out the video monitor to his left. He had his pants open and he was trying to stroke his limp 8” uncut cock to erection.

He did not look at me right away, as he was working hard to find something in the gay fuck video on the monitor to help his cock to get hard. I am sure he knew someone was in the doorway, but it was as if he would not even consider doing anything with anyone unless he was first able to get that beautiful cock to its full erect glory.

After about 20 seconds of me standing in the door way he did look at me and we made instant eye contact. At this point he stopped frantically stroking his meat. It was totally cool…so much was communicated between us just through that 10 second stare. In that moment, his eyes seem to say “Oh… its you” (he had noticed me during my initial sweep though)…”what do you want to do…I want to play with you but I am not a bottom”. My eyes simply said “Its okay”. Before I took a step toward him, I turned my ball cap backwards. At this, farm boy close his eyes and let out a very erotic sound that was a cross between a sigh and a moan. At the same time, he leaned back against the wall with the buddy window and dropped his hands from his crotch to his side completely exposing a fast rising 8” uncut cock.

On my knees with his cock fully hard in my mouth, farm boy began to tentatively thrust his hips forward as if he was sort of asking if it was ok to fuck my mouth. In response I simply moaned, open my throat, and took him in until my nose was buried in his light brown pubic hair…with a crotch smell that… well guys… you know what I am talking about…that GREAT man crotch smell!

With a signal like that, farm boy cut loose and let himself…be himself. With a couple of “Oh…Fuck Yeahs” he was fucking my face with his rock hard cock, and his hands kept rubbing up and down my traps, delts and bicep muscles.

Within two minutes, his breathing became labored and on a down stroke…where his cock was lodged all the way into my throat…he began to cum. As he was cumming down my throat, all that kept running through my mind was…”Got Milk?” I swear I counted at least seven major spurts of his cum from his cock. Needless to say, I had been jacking my cock the whole time… and after his forth spurt of cum down my throat, I had to clamp the base of my cock, and push my finger against that spot under my balls to stop my ejaculation (Sexual Kung Fu again).

I was indeed able to experience a full orgasm without ejaculation. However, it was a very powerful orgasm and it rocked my whole body. Farm boy obviously though that I was cumming and in a very sweet gesture held still, keeping his cock lodged deep in my thoat and for about 30 seconds, tenderly rubbed my shoulders and upper back until I came down from my orgasm.

After we put ourselves back together, Farm Boy gently rubbed my chest, looked me in the eyes and said

Farm Boy: “Thank you…you are the only one in here who could even make me hard…that was great man”

Me: “No…thank you…you are a hot man!”

By this time I am ready to move on, but it is clear that Farm Boy wants to say something more and I pause…he starts to speak, but then got shy or something and just smiled… I smiled back and left the booth… As I am walking down the hall I turn and look back over my shoulder and Farm Boy is standing outside his booth staring at me…like he is trying to make up his mind about something. After a moment, he just smiles again and waves goodbye.

To Be Continued…