1. The Bookstore is Closing


    Date: 12/16/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Author: biguy2play, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    pace to allow him to recover while I slowly milked every drop of his sweet seed from him. I was a little disappointed when his shrinking member slowly pulled away from my lips. He had a beautiful cock and he had given up a wonderful load for my pleasure, but now it was over. I stood up while he tucked his cock back into his tiny shorts. I began to gather my jeans and prepare to leave when he stopped me and pushed my pants back down. I looked at him curiously. He just smiled and dropped to his knees! My semi-flaccid cock disappeared into his mouth and he began sucking. At first his sucking was gentle urging but as my erection grew in his mouth he became more insistent, and very skillful. I leaned back against the door of the booth. In the past it had always been one of us who came, and it wasn’t usually me. When he unloaded his cum into my mouth I had assumed things were over. Obviously he hadn’t. His expert urging made my cock hard, hot and swollen and I felt that perfect feeling begin to grow deep inside. That feeling began to swell, to climb towards the sensitive head of my cock and overtake everything else. I leaned back, braced my arms against the ...
    door and let that crazy pleasure shoot out the head of my cock. Helplessly I stood while my cock pulsed shot after shot of my cum into this stranger’s mouth and heard him slurping and swallowing my seed. As much as I loved sucking cocks, this was heaven! He finished sucking and licking the last droplets of cum from my cock and stood up next to me, close to me. His hand reached up and stroked my cheek. I was surprised by this unexpected tenderness, pleasantly surprised. When he leaned closer I leaned toward him. Our lips met softly, but open, and we kissed a long, silent and cum flavored kiss. “We should do this again,” he whispered. “Yes, we should,” I agreed, “but the bookstore is closing, you know.” “I know,” he replied, and handed me a scrap of paper. “Just call me sometime, sometime soon.” I was still fumbling with my fly as he left the booth. In the light coming into the booth through the open door I read the phone number written on the piece of paper, then realized my open jeans were the delight of two men outside my booth. I opened the door widely and then closed up my jeans. Tucking the paper into my pocket I walked past my onlookers, smiling!
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