It’s been a few years since we last meet at the bookstore. It was only the second time I had visited the store. It was my lunch break, yours too. I saw you, tall, rugged, bearded, with jeans, boots and a button down standing outside the doors in the hallway. I’m a stocky, young looking, guy with short dark hair and facial hair. I glanced over and was unable to stop staring. You are so sexy, handsome and so what I wanted that day. You entered one of the rooms and gave me the signal to come on in. I was nervous but super excited to be invited into the room with you. I close the door and lock it, and to my surprise, you pulled me over and started to make out with me. This I wasn’t expecting, and so much what turns me on with another guy. And what a great kisser you are, feeling your beard against my face and feeling your body up against mine. You began to unbutton your shirt and your jeans, I removed my shirt so we could feel each other’s skin. I explore your body with my hands and mouth. You smell great. No cologne, just the scent of a man. Your body is muscular, with a hairy pelt.

You pull out your cock and motioned me to work on it. It was thick and a great size that easily fit my mouth. You worked it slow at first, but noticing how much I enjoyed you in my mouth, you began to move faster, grabbing the back of my head. You were so turned on, it didn’t take long to finish. That was amazing. You pulled me back up, grabbed me close and kissed me again. You tasting what I just tasted. The flavor of your cock and cum. Your kissing is passionate and ecstatic. I was in pure ecstasy. Our bodies close again. I can hear both of our breathing and heartbeats. We begin to cool off and we both needed to head off. We buttoned back up, said our goodbyes and headed off.

There were a few other times where we repeated this. It was only by chance when we met. Other times I’d see you, but missed the opportunity to connect. You are married and we could not exchange info. I understood and I once asked where a guy like you comes from. You laughed and said, “We’re married”. You may love your straight life, but no straight guy makes out with another guy with the passion you had with me. Most married guys at the bookstore get off and leave. You were wanting more, something you could not get at home. The passion only another man could give you.

It’s been a long time since I’ve run into you. I don’t get to visit the bookstore on lunches, now working from home. Not even sure if you still visit the store. I always wished there was a way we could have stayed connected and experience more of us together.

I still visit the bookstore from time to time, gotten some fun action there, but never the kind I had with you. Maybe we will connect again.