Bookstores and Glory Holes

By Jonathan Seagull

Published on Jan 21, 2003

Gay

DISCLAIMER: This story contains descriptions of gay sexual activity between men. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or if viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DON'T READ IT! If you choose to read it, then I hope you enjoy it!

Basis for this Story: This story describes true events that have occurred in my life. It tells about my visits to adult bookstores. This is one chapter in a series, more will follow. Note: The chapters are in no particular order.


Bookstores and Glory Holes

Chapter 8 - Todd


There's a guy I've run into at a couple of different local bookstores on various occasions. I think we've been together three times total. Each occasion that we met was so far apart, that I don't think he remembered me from the previous times. Then - by chance, I met him in a totally different setting, and developed a friendship with him. Here's the story...

Our Bookstore Meetings

I stopped by one of the bookstores in town one day. It didn't seem very busy. As I cruised the back corner of the store, I encountered a tall thin guy, who was about my age - mid 20's (at the time). He had short-cut dark hair, brown eyes, a friendly smile, and an obvious boner, which he caressed through his pants once as I approached. I smiled and rubbed my own bulge, and he smiled back. I went into a booth, and he followed me. We stuck a couple dollars in the machine (they took bills at the time), and both dropped our pants. He wasn't a very hairy guy, rather smooth - the way I like them. He had a huge hardon. It was a good 9-10", of average proportional thickness, and it curved rather severely up and to the right. He was cut. The head of his penis looked a little different to me. I can't explain it, other than to say it looked dented. It didn't have the classic shape that most guy's glans have. That didn't bother me though.

He asked me if I sucked. I said "not really." He asked if I'd like to try, and I said "sure, if you'll suck mine too." He grinned. Then he took a sniff of some Poppers in each nostril. He offered them to me too. I declined. Then he squatted down, and swallowed my hard cock, and began sucking up and down on it, while he fondled my balls with one hand and rubbed my ass with his other. He was a good cock-sucker! He also knew when to stop so I didn't cum right away.

He stood back up and asked me if I'd suck on him then. So I squatted down, and took his erection in my hand and masturbated it a few strokes. He let out a little "Ohh!" as soon as I took the first stroke. His cock felt warm and dry in my hand. There was a tiny drop of precum resting on his piss slit. I licked it off. It tasted nice. I licked around the whole head of his penis, then opened my mouth and took as much of it into my mouth as I could, being careful not to scrape my teeth over it. When it hit the back of my mouth, and was up against my tonsils, I stopped. I had about 2/3 of it in my mouth. I began sucking up and down on him then - slowly, and sensually, my tongue flat against the underside of his penis. "Oh yeah!" he groaned as I pushed back down on him the second time. I began to gently play with his balls with my right hand, and like he did to me, I rubbed the palm of my hand up and down his ass. He placed both his hands on my head and gently rubbed it. I sucked, rubbed and fondled him for almost a minute, but thought his orgasm was starting to build, so I stopped and stood up. He'd been standing with his head tilted back, his eyes closed. He looked down at me, smiled, and said "you're a fantastic cock-sucker!" "Thanks!" I said.

Then he squatted in front of me again and started sucking my cock, fondling my balls, and rubbing my ass again. This time I put my hands on his head and rubbed it gently as he'd done for me. He paused and looked up at me, his eyes twinkling, then went back to his work. This time he didn't stop. I began to feel my orgasm building after about a half a minute. I began moaning involuntarily, as he pleasured me. He was able to deep throat me and did so with each stroke, his tongue rubbing up and down the underside of my cock. A few more seconds and I knew it wouldn't be long before I exploded. I let him suck on me a couple more strokes, then knew I'd better warn him. "I'm gonna cum man!" I said. Instead of stopping, he began sucking faster and harder, and he was squeezing my ass cheeks, kneading them with his hands. I was gasping, at each of his strokes. Suddenly, my orgasm hit and the cum began gushing out of my cock, and into his mouth. He swallowed between each load I shot into his pumping mouth. I was holding his head firmly now, my body rigid, as I continued spasming, spewing squirt after squirt of my juice down his throat. Finally, my orgasm began to recede, and I relaxed. He slowed his sucking down too, and pulled off my cock a few seconds later. He looked up at me with a sloppy grin and asked "how was that?" "Incredible!" I said. He stood up, smiling at me, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Guess I should finish you then - " I began, but he cut me off and said "that's OK - I'd rather wait, I just got here. You suck nice though." So I thanked him, dressed and left. On my way out, I hoped to myself that I'd see him again. I did but it wasn't until a long time had passed.

Our second encounter occurred almost two years later. It was pretty much a replay of the first time. We met the same way. I recognized him right away. I could tell he didn't recognize me though. When we got in the booth I asked if he remembered that we'd been together before. He said he didn't. We had exactly the same sex as the first time.

Oddly, our third enounter was a replay of the second one - only in a different bookstore.

We Meet Again

A couple of years ago, we began having our groceries delivered to our house. Saved a lot of time, and didn't cost much more. I usually was the one to bring them into the house as the delivery guy unloaded them. There was usually a different driver each time. About the fourth time we received a load, I almost died. The driver was the guy I just finished telling you about up above!

I guess I'd better tell you something, in case I already didn't, you forgot, or haven't read the earlier chapters of this story. Although I'm gay, I'm completely in the closet, and in fact, I'm married with kids. The reason I almost died when I saw this delivery guy is that my wife was standing next to me, and I was terrified that he'd say something about having met me before.

He walked up to us and introduced himself as Todd. When he shook hands with me, he looked at me as if he thought he should know me, but there was no recognition other than that. My wife being the person she is, started flirting with him right away, and was friends with him before he finished unloading the truck. He finished unloading and had to wait for her to go get the check to pay him with. This left us alone. I gazed at him, but he never seemed to let on that he knew who I was. I didn't know if he did, or not. I also surreptitiously looked for a bulge in his crotch. None appeared. My wife paid him and he left. "Wow! He was nice, and so cute!" she started.

After that, whenever she ordered groceries, she asked if Todd could deliver them. He came to our house once a week for months. During all that time, I was left alone with him several times, but only for a couple minutes at most, so I never got to tell him that I remembered him, and how. We got to know each other a bit, and he told us some of his problems. He is a really nice guy!

He doesn't work there anymore, so I don't see him anymore. I haven't run into him at the bookstores anymore either. I'd really like to. I'd like to see if he'd remember me now - from all those deliveries. I'd also like to have sex with him again. In fact, I'd like to go back to his place and take things further with him. He was a cute guy. I wouldn't mind giving it to him up the ass, or even taking his up mine. He has a nice gentle way about him.

Todd! If by some fluke you read this and realize I'm talking about you, I think you'll remember me now! Please - drop me an e-mail. I'd love to get together with you again! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I hope you enjoyed this chapter of my story, the next one will be published shortly.

Next: Chapter 9


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