The Dirty Bookstore Ch 3 X

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Life went on, Joel was busy with work and family, and didn't have much time to think about anything else. As passionate as he'd felt about being friends with Andy that fateful Friday night, he really wasn't disappointed when after a week he hadn't heard from him.

As serious as Andy had seemed about the relationship, too, it was obvious he had either changed his mind or perhaps had things going on in his life that kept him from following up.

Either way, Joel was fine with things as they were, for the most part, though he did feel a pang of regret deep down inside that the friendship was not to be.

After his experience at the Bookstore the last time, with Rick, Joel avoided going there that following week, but by the second weekend he found his resolve to steer clear of the place fading.

Indeed, by Friday he was horned up and eager to see what kind of action he could find at The Dirty Bookstore, even if he hoped he didn't run into Rick there.

It was a perfect, cloudless evening, a slight breeze blew from the North, making it feel a bit cooler despite the temperature still being around 85. Joel's car did not have a working air conditioner, so the breeze and lower temps were greatly appreciated as he pulled into the parking lot of The 11th Street Bookstore.

It was evidently a good night for business, as Joel counted 8 cars, not including his own, scattered around the lot, which he estimated could hold 20 cars if the need arose. Of course, there were never that many patrons at one time, in fact, the most cars Joel had ever seen there was ten, and that was a one time only thing.

He was further relieved to note that neither Rick's or any other motorcycle was parked among the cars and with renewed spirit he headed for the door.

A different attendant was working that evening, but that wasn't unusual considering the high turnover rate of employees in this industry. Joel supposed the employees were only paid minimum wage, and relied heavily on the tips the customers stuffed into a bucket at the counter. Joel understood the need to grease the attendants' palms and always contributed at least a dollar to their cause. It only seemed fair, since they didn't hassle anyone in the back and they had to clean up the messes left behind.

"Hello," the guy behind the counter said, seeming to be more animated and cordial than the situation might call for.

"Hi," Joel said giving the guy a slight wave and a smile.

"May I help you?" the guy asked.

"Uh, just looking," Joel said. This was new, the other attendants never asked that stupid question. Everyone knows why guys are there, why bother them with that kind of stupid stuff?

Now, however, Joel felt obligated to do some looking, even though he'd planned on going straight to the backroom. However, the arrival of a 'real' customer, who did need some help, gave him the necessary cover to slip through the curtain and into the back room.

Once his eyes had adjusted, Joel could see all six booths on one side were in use, the small red light glowing above each door, and no one was lingering in the hall, as was usually the case.

It felt odd to be the only one out and about, but there was always the possibility that someone was lingering in one of the stalls with their doors open. Waiting for some unsuspecting victim to come by so they could be pulled in like a spider might pull a fly into it's web. Only, in this case the sucking that would be done would result in pleasure and not death.

However, by the time Joel had reached the last booth, his hopes began to fade. No one occupied any of the open booths, which meant that for the moment all the patrons had found a hookup and were happily getting it on in the occupied booths.

Suddenly Joel had an idea. Rick had insisted they keep the door unlocked while they were fooling around, and Joel recalled how that guy had wandered in and joined the fun. Though it wasn't something he had ever done before, Joel found himself growing excited at the prospect of coming upon a scene like that he and Rick had been playing out, and perhaps joining in, or at least jerking off while he watched.

The door directly across from him, number six, was as good a place to start as any. There were no doorknobs on the doors, only handles like you'd see on a screened door or gate, and inside a barrel bolt with which a person could lock the door.

Gently, Joel grasped the handle and pushed slightly. There was a little give at first, but it was obvious the door was locked, and Joel moved on to number five.

Grasping the door handle as he'd done before, he pushed gently, but this time was met with no resistance. The door opened, just a crack at first, and Joel paused to work up enough nerve to go further.

However, before he could do so, the door was pushed open further, forcing Joel to step back a bit.

"Oh, hey," said someone from inside, an older balding guy with tattoos on his forearms and muscles that looked a bit intimidating, "Come on in, if you want."

Joel was torn between entering and excusing himself as if he didn't know better and had opened the door by mistake. Then remembering Backroom etiquette, he decided to do the polite thing and come on in, even if only for a minute. If he didn't like what he saw, he could always apologize and leave, or worse case scenario he'd be forced to get off.

Inside, the man was not alone. A tall slender black boy (Joel used this description in his head, not because the boy was black, but because he looked so young), stood naked, his arms braced against the wall, his bubble butt pushed back and his legs spread as if inviting the older guy to come on in.

"Want some of this?" the black boy said in a voice a bit too feminine for Joel's liking.

"I'll just watch," Joel managed to say, "if it's okay."

"Sure, kid, see how a real man fucks," the older guy said.

For the first time since entering, Joel noticed that the man's pants were around his thighs, though his boxer shorts still covered what appeared to be a rather large erection. Then suddenly moving up behind the black boy, the older man dropped his boxers as well, exposing a lily white, but well proportioned ass, and...the biggest cock Joel had ever seen. Not that Joel had seen that many adult cocks, but this one was huge, perhaps 8 or 9 inches and almost as fat around as a Coke can.

"See this piece of meat," the man said slapping it against the black boy's ass cheeks with a meaty sound, "I'm gonna drive this all the way up your ass, boy, and you're gonna be begging me for more."

Joel didn't like this kind of scene, nor did he especially like the tattooed guy, or the way he was treating the black guy, but he'd practically barged in, and he felt he should hang around, at least for a while.

"Come on, get yours out," the older guy encouraged, "let my boy suck it for you."

"Yess," the black guy said with a lisp, "Oh, honey, let me suck on that thang."

"Joel was overcome with an urgent desire to flee while he still could, but apparently his little head had taken charge, and instead he found himself fumbling with his zipper and unleashing his 6 inches of teenage boy meat.

"Oh, sweet," the black boy said, his voice dripping with honey, "uncut meat is the best," he added dropping to his knees, right there on that dirty floor, with no telling what was clinging to his knees.

Joel had never been with a black man, or boy, for that matter, but he'd always been curious. He'd been told they have bigger dicks, and of course he'd seen them in magazines, but until now he'd never seen one up close and personal. However, he was not disappointed. Even from this angle Joel could see that the boy possessed a cock that made the tattooed guy look small by comparison. At least 10, maybe 11 inches of cut ebony flesh hung between the boy's legs, almost touching the floor as he bounced up and down on Joel's cock with his hungry mouth.

He hated to say it, but...the boy's lips, full and ripe brought to mind a racial slur, N...lips, but not being a racist, and willing to accept anyone and everyone, he quickly put that out of his mind.

Concentrating on the boy's expertise, he found himself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Did he want to come yet, did he want to come this way, or beg off and go looking for something else, someone else?

"I'm close, that's good," he finally said, gently pushing the boy away.

"Oh, dang, I was looking forward to swallowin' that load," the boy whined, sounding more like a little girl than a stallion.

"Sorry," Joel said giving the boy a hand up, then pulling him into a hug. Then before he could stop himself or give it any thought, he kissed him long and hard on those plump pink lips that had moments before been wrapped around his hard cock, and for an instant he imagined he could taste his own flavor there.

As he pulled away, the boy's eyes flashed with surprise and gratitude. He was more used to the tattooed type of guy than sweet young things like this one, but despite himself he found he kept coming back to the bad sort of guys, the users, the masters, who fucked him and forgot him till the next time.

"Get over here and stop 'nigger lippin'' that boy," the man demanded, and at that moment, Joel hated the guy and everything about him. Sickened by his words and his attitude, Joel zipped up and exited the booth, not willing to watch the man abuse and degrade the handsome black boy one minute longer.

He considered leaving, but if he did it would be the first time he'd ever entered the backroom without hooking up. Oh sure, he guessed he could count the black boy giving him partial head as 'hooking up', but he hadn't gotten off, and wasn't that really what it was all about?

His options were limited since the hallway was still empty, but it was Friday night, and he figured someone would eventually come along, and maybe they'd be a nice guy, and they'd have fun and the night wouldn't be a total loss.

Deep in thought, he failed to notice the curtain moving at first, but when he did he turned his attention that way only to come face to face with, of all people, Rick, the cyclist from his last visit there.

Joel knew it would take Rick's eyes a few seconds to adjust and that he could duck into the empty booth beside him and close and lock the door, then slip out later if needed, but in the end he stood his ground and waited. Maybe Rick wouldn't recognize him, after all, he'd probably made it with dozens of guys since then, and Joel probably wasn't all that memorable. Or...maybe he would, but he'd think, 'well, I've had that, and he doesn't even fuck, so best look for something better."

However, either Rick had a very good memory, or he saw Joel as a new fresh piece of meat, for he excitedly hurried his way and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Hey, Joel, right?"

Well, so much for him not recognizing me, Joel thought, a little flattered that he remembered his name.

"Yeah, Rick, right?"

"Yeah, hey. You left that time before we could get together again. Did I do something to put you off?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"No, no...nothing like that. I just had to be somewhere...at a friend's house," he lied, well...there had been a friend, in the end, well sorta, only he didn't know if that was going to happen either since Andy had never called.

"Good, I can be a selfish ass sometimes," Rick laughed, "are you, umm..free right now? It's cool if you want to look around first, or whatever, but I really liked what we did, especially the kissing..."

"I'm free," Joel said, surprised at how easily he'd given in.

"Cool, let's take the last booth, it's a bit bigger."

Joel followed Rick to booth 12, which was indeed a foot or so wider, and surprisingly a bit cleaner-looking than the booth they'd used last time. Rick surprised Joel by locking the door this time, then pulling him into a hug.

"This time I'm not sharing you with anyone," Rick growled as he nuzzled Joel's neck, "I know it's crazy, but I've been thinking about you a lot, ever since that night. I kept coming back here, hoping you'd be here, but no luck. I'd begun to think that maybe this was a one time thing with you and you wouldn't come back."

"I've been busy," Joel said, "and I only come on weekends."

"Not on school nights," Rick chuckled, "yeah, I guessed, you're not 19, are you?"

"18, almost 19, and I graduated in May, I'll be starting college in the fall," Joel said indignantly.

"Hey, I didn't mean anything bad by it. I liked the idea that you might be jail-bait," Rick teased.

"So, you like em young," Joel said with a devilish smile, "are you a 'chicken hawk'?"

Rick laughed, "Nah, I prefer my boys to be old enough to say yes, and to shoot a mouthful of sperm for me."

"Good to know. So, did you find someone to...umm, fuck that night?"

"No, when I came out and discovered you were gone, I just gave up and went on home, honest."

"I don't know whether to be disturbed or worried by that," Joel chuckled.

"Worried, what for? Are you afraid I'm a stalker?"

"Nah, nothing like that," Joel said softly.

Their faces were very close now, so close they could feel each other's breath. Rick's smelled of cinnamon gum, and something else Joel couldn't identify, and his smelled of the mouthwash he always used after brushing his teeth.

"Can I kiss you?" Rick whispered.

Joel nodded, and their lips met. The kiss this time seemed more serious, less playful, and much more enjoyable, at least as far as Joel was concerned.

Was Rick being truthful when he'd said he'd looked for him and thought about him a lot? Was Rick crushing on him, as Joel had thought he might be on Rick, at the start?

"You're so beautiful," Rick whispered when at last they broke the kiss.

"Thanks, so are you," Joel said blushing slightly.

"Hey, I have an idea," Rick said excitedly.

"What, get naked?" Joel joked.

"No, well...maybe later. But...I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me, then come to my place. It's a lot cleaner than this place, and no one will be barging in on us while we're naked."

"You have your own place?" Joel said, then realizing how silly that might sound he added, "I mean, of course you have your own place. You're a grownup."

Rick laughed, "A grownup? Well, damn, I never thought I'd sink that low, but I guess you're right. Better watch out, you're not that far behind me, soon you'll be a grownup too."

"I meant...never mind," Joel said, "but to answer your question, yeah, I'm hungry, and I'd love to see your...'grownup' place."

"Cool, wanna take my bike? We can come back for your car after we eat."

"Sure, I'd love to," Joel said excitedly.

"Good, I even brought a spare helmet, just in case I found a rider," Rick said grinning.

They were in the parking lot now, and Joel gave Rick a curious glance. So, you were hoping to hook up with someone, anyone, and then give them a ride?"

"No, I confess, I had you in mind when I grabbed the other helmet. I know it was silly and impulsive, but I was hoping you'd be here."

"Okay, I believe you," Joel sighed, "so far you haven't lied to me about anything, as far as I know, so I'll accept that and not give it any more thought."

"You're right, I haven't lied to you, and I never will," Rick said sounding sincere, "relationships have to be built on trust, don't you think so?"

"Relationships, is this what this is?"

"Well, it can be...if you want it to be."

"We only just met, let's not rush things, but I think we're off to a good start," Joel said grinning.

"A very good start," Rick said grinning back, "and it will only get better from here."

End Chapter Three

Kewl Dad

4-09-24

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