Cumming To My Senses [MM]

**All parties in this story are over the age of 18.**

Sometimes, after a long day of work the best thing one can do is go for a drive. They say it helps clear the mind, but in reality, only one thing can truly clear the mind.

After another boring day at work, I was dead to the world. I didn’t want to do anything but I sure as hell didn’t want to be bored. I didn’t quite know what I wanted to do with the rest of my day, so I decided to just go for a drive and see where I ended up. I ended up 80 miles away, in a different city, in a different state.

I ended up in a small rundown bookstore that had clearly seen better days. I had seen the store from the road as I was driving. It had a super faded sign hanging outside “You don’t need it, but we got it”. Having caught my eye, I needed to figure out what the meaning behind this sign was. So, I found the nearest parking garage, parked the car, and went to go find out what the sign meant in person.

When I got to the bookstore, I didn’t know what I was expecting. I guess I was expecting the inside to just be a small rundown joint with books piled high on every viewable surface. But instead, the very first thing I saw when I walked in the door wasn’t books, it was him.

In fact, I don’t think one could have even seen a book from the first few steps in the door. The sign may have said bookstore, but clearly, they kept all the good books in the back. Or rather, all the books for that matter.

Stepping inside I was immediately greeted by a waiting area. There were magazines piled on the small coffee tables and a desk at the end of the short space. Sitting at the desk sat a handsome looking fellow. With his coarse and wavy black hair, I was immediately attracted to him. He sat hunched over his desk, too focused on whatever he was working on to glance up at me as I walked through the door. So, in an effort to garner his attention, I strode over to where he sat and planted myself in front of his desk.

I stood with hands behind my back, chest out, and head slightly tilted to the side. Smiling, I waited for him to look up at me.

Slowly he noticed that he wasn’t alone in the room. I watched as his eyes examined every part of the strange person standing before him. From my feet, to my waist, to my torso to my face. I could feel his eyes as they judged the clothing I was wearing.

While he had been wearing acid washed jeans and a black graphic tree with a UFO on it, I wore tight green pants and a light black and white flannel.

By the time his gaze met my face, I could tell he was satisfied with what he saw. I was watching him intently as he examined me and had noticed that when his eyes reached my waist he had shifted in his seat. When his eyes finally met mine, I couldn’t help but wink. He blinked back at me, a shocked expression on his face.

He quickly reacclimated himself, visibly changing into customer support mode. “Can I help you?” He asked, his voice as soft as his face. “Yes, I was hoping so. I saw the sign outside, and I wanted to ask, where are all the books in this bookstore?”

He smiled at me while letting out a soft chuckle, “the sign is a bit misleading. We don’t have very many books left. However, the books we do have are all in the back. I could show them to you if you want?”

Him saying this immediately triggered my fight or flight response. Alarms went off in my head, saying “Danger! Danger!” But I did my best to quiet those thoughts as I followed the stranger to the back. Making sure to keep a close eye on his perfectly formed ass as he walked me to the back office.

The back of the store was much more like what I thought a bookstore would look like. Books lining every visible shelf, with a nice large vintage table laying smack in the middle of the space.

He held his hands up and exclaimed, “Voila. The books of this bookstore.” He said as he cracked a smile.

My eyes surveyed the room as he asked if there was any book in particular that I was looking for. I told him I wasn’t looking for anything specific, so he started to list off some suggestions.

“The Change in the Mirror, Bared to You, Punk 57. Or my personal favorite, Fifty Shades of Grey.” He said with a smile. A smile I was more than happy to return. I could see what he was doing, and I was more than happy to play dumb and let it play out. “50 shades of Grey? What’s that one about?” I asked with a wink.

He seemed to catch on quick. He changed from a happy, go-lucky customer service voice to a more ‘friendly’ voice. “Well, it’s about this mysterious guy who gives lessons to a special someone in his back room.” He quipped while jumping up to sit on the table.

“What type of lessons?” I said, moving closer to him.

“They’re not really the easiest to explain,” he started, his voice a near whisper with my face a mere foot away from his. “It’s easier to just give a demonstration.”

With that, I couldn’t contain myself any longer and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips, a kiss he was more than happy to return. He brought his hands up and held me in a tight embrace. His tongue feverishly explored my mouth. I slowly worked my hands down from his back to the front of his lap, where I could feel a noticeable bulge forming. As my hand grazed the front of his jeans, he broke off our kiss temporarily. He muttered something under his breath before digging his tongue back into my mouth.

My hands worked hastily to unfasten his belt, the noticeable strain in his pants ever increasing. When at last I managed to remove them, his cock sprung out at me like a spring loaded trap. I wasted no time between freeing his cock and burying it deep in my throat.

He was maybe 5.5” but he tasted amazing. Maybe it was the scent of all the old books, but I was intoxicated. I needed him right then and now and would willingly take anything he gave to me.

His member slid in and out of my throat, taking it all the way down before removing it with a resounding “POP.” I was giving him my all. Treating him to every trick in the book for showing me his secret stash in the back.

He massaged the back of my head while I was going down on him. Every movement I made was answered by a grunt from him. It wasn’t long before he held down my head. I figured I knew what was coming as I could feel him pulsating, so I readied my mouth to be filled with his sweet nectar. But I was wrong. Instead of holding me down to finish, he held me in place as he began to fuck my throat. I tried my best to open my throat up for him, but he moved so quickly I didn’t have time to relax. I started to gasp between every thrust, the sound of my gagging echoing in the cozy office space.

I pulled away, trying to catch my breath. I winked at him, “If you wanna go that hard, please do it to my other hole.” I said as I undid my own belt. His eyes lit up in excitement. I fluidly removed both my pants and panties in one movement. One second I was fully clothed in front of him, the next, I was bent over the vintage table, my pink hole begging him to come inside.

I expected him to waste little time stuffing his cock into me, ready to fill me up. But instead of his hands on my hips, I felt his tongue teasing my hole. I was already soaking wet, my penis leaking precum all over the desk. But he took his time, savoring the taste of my fresh hole. His tongue flicked in and out of me, and I couldn’t do anything but squirm. He held me tight in place as he made a meal out of my ass. I couldn’t help but moan as he licked me up, my cock straining against the hard wood of the table.

It seemed like he had been teasing me for hours before he stood up and leaned over me, whispering in my ear, “Are you ready for your demonstration?”

My eyes went wide in anticipation as I felt his hands on my hips and something heavy poking at my back door. “I want you to beg for it.” He said while grinding his cock up and down my crack. “Please! Give it to me!” I begged. In one fluid motion he plunged his cock deep inside me, going all the way in. I let out a squeal as I felt him hilt me for the first time.

He pulled out and readied himself for another thrust. One second I felt completely empty, the next, stuffed full, his balls hugging mine. He leaned over again and whispered in my ear, “You’re looser than I expected. Looks like you need a more advanced demonstration.”

He slid out again, but this time I felt him readjust his grip on me. His hands moved as low as they could on my waist before he squeezed me tight and went to town. He began to pound me at blistering speed. He was going so hard I had to reach out and grab hold of the far end of the table in order to hold myself steady. I could do nothing but moan as he made me his toy. I just moaned and moaned with each thrust, his balls relentlessly slamming into mine again and again.

I must have been moaning so loud that if someone had walked into the store we wouldn’t have known, but they would have. All they would have heard were the squeals of enjoyment coming from the back office. Seeing that there was no one seated at the front desk, they probably would have just hung their hat and walked right on back out. But had they noticed the cracked open door to the back office, and decided to come explore, they would have seen quite a scene. Two boys going to town on a vintage table surrounded on all sides by books. It would have looked like they were making love to one another in a corner of some library, only problem was, the one bent over the table was making too much noise. The librarians would be sure to hear, so had the stranger been so inclined, they could have come over and help plug the noisy boy’s other hole. I wouldn’t have minded. I was in complete bliss.

As he continued pounding, I could feel myself getting closer and closer. With each thrust I could feel him slamming over and over into my pleasure button. Eventually it became too much for me and I blurted out, “I’m gonna cum!” But he didn’t slow down, instead he merely reached around and started tugging at my cock. The sensation of his touch shot me over the edge. The moment he grabbed ahold of me I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I exploded all over the table, shooting rope after rope onto the vintage tabletop.

My breathing immediately became more labored, and I could feel tiredness overtaking my body. But still, he didn’t slow down. After I ejaculated onto the table, all he did was reach around with his cum covered hand and hold it out in front of me like a treat. I couldn’t resist myself as I gobbled up all of my cum off his hand.

After I had licked his hand clean, he pulled it back and used it to hike my shirt up even more. He then readjusted his grip on my hips and went right back to pounding.

At this point, I was dead tired. I had no idea how long we had been going at it, but it had been a bit since I had came. I was just lying there as he used my hole for his own pleasure.

Suddenly he pulled out and I heard him groan loudly and utter, “Shit.” Hearing that word filled me with new energy and I quickly slid off the table and onto the floor. I expertly got onto my knees and stuck my tongue out for him. He stood over me and shouted “Fuck!” before unloading onto me.

I’ve been told by numerous partners that I can cum quite a bit, but he put me to shame. He must have been pent up because while I was kneeling before him, tongue out wide, he made it feel like it was pouring. Heavy rope after heavy rope pounded my face. I had shut my eyes when the first rope hit my face, but I could still feel the weight of each subsequent one as he thoroughly painted my face. I just sat there, waiting, tongue out, mouth wide open until he was finished using me as a canvas.

His cock sliding back into my mouth was the sign I needed. I opened my eyes and sucked his now used cock dry. I made sure it was thoroughly cleaned before I released him from my mouth. He took a step back before joining me on the floor.

Leaning back in a well-earned rest I asked him, “Do you give demonstrations to all your curious customers?”

“Only the cute ones.” He said with a wink. To which I could only reply with a sincere chuckle.

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