Date: Mon, 3 Mar 2014 21:57:15 -0800 (PST)
From: dream.quiet@yahoo.com
Subject: Who You Are In The Dark

Standard disclaimer notice: if it is illegal for you to read this story,
then stop. If depictions of consenual male-male sex make you uncomfortable,
stop reading (though you probably wouldn't be reading through this part of
the archive if that were the case.)

As before, the story below is mostly true. Some bits have been added to
enhance and excite the senses. I will let you, dear reader, separate truth
from fantasy.

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Who You Are In The Dark

A Bookstore Encounter

I used to make an occasional trip to the adult bookstore in the town I went
to high school in, even after I had moved away from the town to a different
city about two hours south. Located just off of I-80, as well as being next
to a truck stop AND strip club, there was an interesting mix of
clientele. The store itself was well-lit and friendly (so far as these
places go), and the front clerks were always business when you bought your
entry to the back arcade.

The arcade itself was pretty standard. A big rectangle, with about a dozen
rooms off the hallway, each large enough for a comfortable two, and more if
you were so inclined. All manner of movies would be playing – straight,
lesbian, gay, bi, trans, there was literally something for nearly every
taste. And just off the viewing rooms was a large, open rec room (for lack
of a better term.) A pool table, several arcade games, vending machines, a
big-screen TV – just a nice place to take a breather between
hookups. There was a definite 'no sex' policy in the rec area, and it was
the only place in the back that had a camera.

It was in this room that I found myself on one of my visits. It was spring,
and even a weekend, but there were not many visitors to the store that
night. I had made a few rounds of the rooms, without much success in
finding any interesting or interested parties. I took a break from the dark
rooms to get a soda and shoot a few solo games of pool. There was one other
man in the rec room, a gentleman who was probably in his late 30s or early
40s. At this time, I was around 22 or 23, so this was an 'older' guy to
me. He was fairly handsome, well-dressed and with hit of gray at his
temples and in his goatee. He was a bit on the husky side, but I've always
had a soft spot for that type.

I recall that the TV was playing a James Bond marathon, and I would stop
playing every few minutes to watch the screen. I was never a Bond fan but,
hey, TV. At one point, the other guy saw me watching and asked who my
favorite Bond was.

"Honestly, I was never a Bond guy," I answered. "Never really got into the
movies."

"You're missing out," he said. "Brosnan is my favorite. Handsome guy."

"I'll drink to that," I said, and took a sip from my Diet Coke.

"Had any luck?" he asked, nodding his head toward the back rooms.

"Nah. It's kind of dead tonight. Weird for a weekend."

"Yeah. I gave up after awhile, settled down to watch some TV, see if anyone
else showed up."

"I hear ya. I'm shooting pool by myself. That should tell you how slow it
is."  He stood up from the couch. "Thought I might take another stroll
around the booths, see what's good. You should come," he offered. Without
waiting for a response, he walked back into the dark hallways.

I finished off my soda, abandoned my pool 'game', and followed a few
moments later. He had already vanished into the hallway, but it wouldn't be
hard to find him. It was a rectangle. I took a slow stroll around, looking
into the booths. A few others had wandered in while we had been in the rec
room, but I was looking for someone specific at this point. I found him in
one of the corner booths, watching the end of a male-male fuck scene,
sitting and rubbing his crotch through his slacks.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked, poking my head into the room.

"I'd be offended if you didn't," he answered, and patted the empty spot
next to him.

I joined him in the booth and closed the door behind me. I sat next to him
and it didn't take long before he grabbed my head and pulled me in for a
kiss. This close, I could smell his cologne and taste the faint hint of
tobacco on his breath. It wasn't the reek of a heavy smoker, just the tang
of nicotine. I noticed the wedding ring on his hand for the first time,
which turned me on even more. My cock was quickly hardening in my pants,
and by the sudden way he gripped it through my shorts, he noticed. He
pulled his mouth from mine, grabbed my hand and placed it squarely on his
crotch.

He resumed kissing me, our hands massaging each others hardness. We made
out for quite awhile, and eventually I found myself pulling back a little
to take off my shirt. He followed suit, and I appreciated the view as he
revealed a fair but solid belly and a not-quite-firm chest, covered with
just a light dusting of black hair. My own stomach and chest were fairly
firm, the result of a post high-school dedication to losing weight and
exercising, but covered with just about the same amount of hair as his. He
stood me up and pressed me against the wall, his bare torso pressing
against mine.

"You're hot," he said, and dropped to his knees. He unbuttoned my shorts
and let them fall to my ankles. I was commando, and my hard dick sprung
gratefully free immediately. "Damn," he groaned, and swallowed my 6 ½
inches with gusto. He sucked with the ferocity of a man in need,
occasionally moving to lick and suck my balls into his mouth, rolling them
around with his tongue.

I grabbed the back of his head at one point and began fucking my cock into
his mouth. "You like my dick?" I asked, a little more aggressively than I
usually am. "Does your wife know you like sucking cock?"

He mumbled something around my rod, and continued to suck as I force-fed it
to him. I didn't want to cum yet, so after a few minutes of this, I
relented and pulled back. "Not yet, man. I want to enjoy this. It's your
turn," I said, and pulled him to his feet. I slid down the wall until I was
on my knees and at eye level with the clear bulge in his slacks. I fumbled
with his belt for a moment, but managed to undo it and unfasten his
pants. They slid down his solid thighs, and left me facing his white
briefs. I could see the outline of his cock, and it was even more
impressive than it had felt under my hand before. I pulled his briefs down,
and his own cock stood at attention.

It was about 8 inches, and pretty thick. I could fit my hand around it, but
only just. The slit was leaking precum, and I took a slow lick to taste his
juices, pulling my head back enough that he could see the line of his fluid
stretching from his cock to my tongue.

"Fuck," he said, and pushed his dick toward me. "Suck it. Suck it for me."

I obliged, and went to work on his dick. Slowly at first, as it was a bit
bigger than anything I'd taken at that point. Slowly, I managed to work my
way about two-thirds of the way down the shaft. He started thrusting his
cock into my mouth, gently at first, but with increasing speed. At some
point, he managed to force it all the way in, and I found my nose buried in
his pubic hair.

"Oh my God, you suck better than my wife," he moaned, and continued fucking
my mouth. My gag reflex kicked in and I started choking on his dick. This
just turned him on more, and he grabbed the back of my head, shoving the
full length of his rod into my throat. "Fucking choke on that dick," he
ordered. "Choke on it like a bitch."

I obliged, without much choice. My throat convulsed around his member, and
he let out a long string of swears that made me think he was cumming
already. He finally let go of my head and pulled his dick from my mouth. I
looked up at him with watery eyes. "Good?" I asked, my voice rough from the
throat-fucking I had just taken.  "Really good," he affirmed. "Lay down on
your back.. I want to lay on top of you for awhile."

I slid out of my shorts completely and spread my clothes on the floor,
giving me some semblance of comfort. I laid back and watched him finish
disrobing, sliding his pants off. He did just as he had said, and laid his
bare flesh against mine, and we resumed our passionate make-out session
from before.

All at once, the room went completely dark. We paused for a moment, and
realized that the movie had ended and the TV had shut itself off to
conserve power. Strange, since these things were usually on a loop, or the
clerk would have noticed the end of the movie and started it up again. We
lay there in almost complete darkness, the only light being the dim hallway
bulbs shining in from under the door.

I felt him now, rather than seeing him, and enjoyed the sensation of this
stranger laying atop me, the smell of him becoming a little stronger as my
senses compensated for the darkness. We soon began making out again, and
his tongue explored my mouth. I answered in kind, and we continued kissing
for quite awhile. I could feel more precum from his dick leaking onto my
thigh, and spread my legs a little wider. His dick slipped between my legs
and probed gently against my hole as we tasted one another.

This went on for awhile, the precum from his dick making my hole slick and
his cock head pressing gently at my opening.

Suddenly, he stopped. "I don't have a condom," he whispered into my ear,
sounding disappointed.

"Oh," I answered. "Okay." That was all I said, neither giving permission
nor denial to continue.

I felt his tongue in my mouth again, and the hardness of his dick pressing
into me. The heat we were generating in the room started taking its toll,
making both our bodies slippery.

After several minutes of this, I felt his dick pressing firmly against my
ass, and the head of his cock penetrating into me. I gasped with pleasure,
and a little discomfort, as his thickness popped into me with only sweat
and precum for lube.  "I don't have a condom," he repeated, and continued
pushing his length into me. "I'm in you bareback."

"Feels good," I gasped.

He moaned softly and bit my collarbone as he bottomed out, his balls coming
to full rest against my ass cheeks. "You're tighter than my wife. Wet,
too," he said, and began sliding out of me, and it felt like he nearly
pulled out entirely before thrusting back in. "I'm not wearing a condom,"
he kept repeating, as though I had somehow forgotten that I was in pitch
darkness with a married man's raw dick in my ass.

"I know," I said. "But I'm not stopping you."

That seemed to be all the permission he needed to begin fucking me in
earnest, his thrusts picking up speed as my insides stretched to
accommodate his cock. A few times, he pulled completely out and I felt
empty for the briefest moment before he shoved himself fully into me. He
fucked expertly, even in the dark, and began nibbling on my earlobe. I
gasped in pleasure and found myself digging fingernails into his back, not
even realizing my hands had wrapped around him.

"Make love to me," I whispered into the dark.

"Oh god, yes. You're so much better than my wife. Her pussy has never been
this tight and wet."

We fucked like this for what felt like an hour, in complete darkness, our
moans and grunts occasionally punctuated by my whispered begging for his
dick and his gasping replies, telling me how good my hole felt on his cock,
how I was a hotter fuck than his wife. I started to feel the sweat from his
face dripping onto me, some of it landing on my lips or in my mouth, the
salty taste turning me on even more.

"Do you want me to pull out or stay inside?" he finally asked. I was
feeling so good at this point, I missed his meaning.

"Stay inside," I answered. "Keep going."

It was when his tempo started to increase and a guttural string of swears
came from him that I realized what he had actually meant.

"Oh my God," I asked. "Are you going to cum inside me?"

"Fuck yes, I'm going to cum inside you. I'm going to get you pregnant. I'm
going to knock you up, and you're going to take it," he said firmly. He
thrust his cock fully into me and let out a fairly loud, "OH FUCK!" and I
knew he was shooting.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeated, and I felt his seed
filling me, the warmth and wetness spreading through my insides. "I'm
cumming inside you. I'm cumming so hard," he panted. As I finally felt his
orgasm start to subside, he began fucking his load into me, his rod plowing
my cum-slicked hole. Eventually, he relented, and I felt his cock
withdrawing from my ass. The head of his dick pulled out with an audibly
wet 'pop'.

We lay there in darkness and silence for a few minutes, the heat of our sex
slowly dissipating. Finally, I felt him stirring.

"I shouldn't have done that. I didn't have a rubber. I shouldn't have
fucked you bare. I'm sorry, man. I just got caught up in the moment and.. I
mean, I don't have anything, but I just.. I'm sorry and.."

"Dude. Chill," I said, reaching out a hand in the darkness to caress his
cheek.  "It's cool. I pretty obviously wanted it, too. I didn't stop you."

"You sure it's okay? I mean..  I've never done that."

"It's fine," I assured him. "Though I may actually manage to get knocked up
with as much as you shot."

He laughed a little, his nervousness slowly waning. "Yeah, I did shoot a
lot. I meant what I said. You really are a better fuck than my wife. She
won't even let me say things like 'fuck' or 'pussy' when we're having sex."

"Ouch," I answered. "For what it's worth, I'm okay with everything that was
said and done here."

"Hot," he said, and I felt him lean down to press his tongue into my
mouth. "I should go, though. This really was amazing. Do you come here
much?"

"Every other month or so, usually make an overnight weekend trip."

"Well... I won't make it awkward, but I do hope I see you here again."

"Me, too," I said, and meant it.

I felt his weight leave me. There was an awkward silence for a moment,
until he laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"I just realized it's completely dark in here and I have no idea where my
clothes are."

We laughed together for a few minutes and fumbled around in the dark,
eventually finding his clothes. He dressed in the darkness and left, giving
me one more hungry kiss before he departed. I stood there for a moment,
naked, with the door to the hallway open, cum running down the inside of my
leg.

I finally dressed and headed out. I was halfway home before I realized I
hadn't even cum.

"Totally worth it," I thought.

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I hope you enjoyed the tale. Once again, parts of this story are entirely
true. Some are creative license. Which is which? I'll never tell. Comments,
critiques, etc can all be sent to dream.quiet@yahoo.com.