Negotiating with yourself

This happened on day out of the blue and I started to think maybe You would like to read about what can happen when You have no expectations at all.

Cruising must go on. Enjoy.

Eric

My boss needed some information that was only available in some archives and through an actual visit. He asked me to replan my schedule as soon as possible to be able to drive and get the information he so badly needed. He estimated it would probably take me at least one day to find the information if not two. The drive would take five hours to get to the City for my hotel.

The archive was about thirty minutes outside the city. The drive was uneventful except for some fools in the traffic. They are everywhere. I checked into my hotel in the evening, had something to eat and went for a walk before I had to go through the checklist what information I was to try to find. As I walked the streets I passed some beautiful parks, the river running into the sea and returned to the hotel. On my way back I passed some cozy looking cafeterias, small shops and thought this would be a nice town to visit and just get to know.

The next morning I got up and had my European breakfast before check-out. Started my car and left for what had to be a day of many failed searches.

The staff at the archive was super helpful, not some dust filled old ones, who hadn't seen daylight for decades. As I told them what I needed they gave me some good hints that I really needed. Before lunch I checked my list and could not believe I already had been able to fill in all the needed information. I had to call the boss and recheck there really was everything he needed. He was impressed and told me to have a lunch and to take the afternoon of, neither did I have to check in the following day as this anyway was planned for my return.

I had my lunch and decided to change into some more comfortable cloths; jeans and a T-shirt and headed back to the city. I wanted to explore that some more to know if I would someday return for a holiday. I parked the car, got my small bag, if I would buy anything and headed for the cozy cafeterias.

As I was just one block from the first cafeteria it hit me, I had passed an adult store some blocks away. My head started to negotiate if I would go there or not as I had no intention of doing so that day. But You might know the result of such thoughts. It didn't take me long before I was outside the store opening the door and entering. So typical me.

The store was rather big and seemed well equipped, at least I needed to buy some lube and maybe a new cock ring. A man in his thirties came up to me and asked if I needed help.

I don't know about You, but for me it makes it far more inviting and turns on my imagination, if the male staff isn't too strictly dressed. And this bearded guy was just wearing flip-flops, shorts and a tank top, loose enough to show his great nipples. He just fit into the whole concept of an adult store. His appearance made me feel more relaxed than I usually am in those places. I commented that I liked the store, as I at the same time tried to figure out if he was commando too.

• First time here?

• Yes, am on a business trip that didn't need as much time as planned, so have some hours off.

• This is not a bad place to spend some time then.

• Suppose not.

And we both smiled. He showed me the sections and added that downstairs they had a cruising area if I was interested. I told him I didn't have that in mind today.

• You can always change Your mind. Can't You?

• Suppose You can, but maybe not this time.

I returned to the shelfs with lube and the stand with metal cock rings. As I had found what I wanted I went to pay.

• Glad You found something You needed.

• Yes, think that ring will be good.

• Many have been found of the weight. It's a rather heavy one. So, what about cruising? You haven't changed Your mind?

• Yes, I'm ... I think.

• Sounds like I could persuade You then. What does it take?

• You have, let's give it a try.

• Good choice.

I paid and he showed me where to find the stairs.

• Enjoy

I smiled at that comment. He was the perfect person to be in a place like this. This guy was good at his job, exactly knowing what men did in there, dressed like that, making himself a part of advertising to feel free, relax and play.

The cruising area was easy to find. The walls weren't painted the usual black or red colors but rather white. I was surprised to find a shower to the right of the isle across the entrance to the main cruising area. I noticed the lockers thinking that this was for those that wanted to change clothes or maybe get naked. Not my thing that day. I just planned for a quick wank. I was surprised the area was so small. The area itself was nothing more than two big rooms. The first one was divided with two booths with doors, four booths with just curtains, and a tiny dark room. That first room also had a sling in one of the corners and a stand with DVDs. As I saw the sling, I thought to myself, who do they think would go into a sling like that and get fucked for all to see. Just those with a great dela of courage would do that here totally on display. There must be another one in one of the booths. But there wasn't.

The second big room had a big screen with porn playing, many big leather coaches, everything looked and smelled clean.

Two mid-aged men were sitting in the second room. I heard a door to one of the booths open and a big black guy wearing T and jocks came out and went into the second room.

I went to one of the booths with curtains, sat down and pulled the curtain. The video was playing a bi film with two men and a woman. I had hardly begun watching as the black guy peeked through the curtains asking if he could join. I told him I wanted to stay alone, and he politely accepted that.

The video didn't make it, and I decided to go to the coaches and see if the big screen was any better. As I opened the curtains the black guy saw me and nodded at one of the booths with a door and asked: Come?

As I found him very polite and not intruding, I thought I always could leave if I didn't like him. We got in. He closed the door and pulled off his T. Then started to feel me up, very gentle and sensual. His hands found their way under my T to my nipples the same time as he lent closer and kissed my cheek. I kissed back and he took that as a sign to take off my T and started to cover my chest in kisses. He was so good and what that bi-video hadn't done to me I felt was grooving in my jeans. He pushed down his jock and reveled a nice, thick and long uncut cock. He went down on his knees licking from my belly bottom down to the waistband and his hands still twisting my nipples. As he slowly started to unbutton my jeans and pull them down I knew I had passed the line of leaving. He was good at his. As he had me naked, he stood up hugged me hard, pressing our dicks against each other. Rubbing them between us. I felt some of his pre at my skin And I was sure he would flip me down on the bed and fuck me.

He surprised me by going back to the bed, laid down and told me to join him. He pulled me on top of him and we made out for a while until he asked me to fuck him. I wanted to confirm he wanted to be penetrated.

• Yes, I want that white cock of Yours in me.

He pulled his legs against his chest and repeated what he wanted. He was so kind and gentle, and I didn't want to deny his wish for a white cock to fuck him. He must have been horny because he started moaning at the first touch of my dickhead to his pussy. And his sounds grew higher the whole time and I was sure the others could hear what we were doing in the looked booth. And I also was thinking the probably were thinking I was the one getting fucked. He breathed deep and was moaning at every trust. At some point I started to think if he was just pretending. I could not be the one giving him pleasure. But then he pulled me into him, and I knew he wanted me to pound him even harder, which I did. My sweet was dripping on him and his face and chest were covered in his salty tasty, sweet. His hands reached for my chest and twisted my nipples hard to make me crazy and he succeeded. I went nuts and increased my speed and trusted to get even further into him. His face looked so cute, and I bent down and kissed him which he gladly accepted. The kissing went wilder and in between he panted harder and harder with my steady rhythm.

• Oh, that feels so good.

• Please don't stop, fuck me harder.

• Take me,

• Aaaahhhh,

His whispering had turned into shouts.

I licked some sweet of his face and ears and whispered I was close. He said he didn't want me to pull out of him but to cum in him and fill him with my white swimmers.

As I busted the surroundings must have heard him.

• Yeaah ... feels so good, fill me. Need that.

He pulled me down and started to kiss after I had shot my load in him.

• Thanks, I wanted that.

He said as I was laying on him and my deflating cock slowly slipped out of him. We finally both got dressed and we unlocked the door. I usually have to wait some time to get turned on again. This fucking was even more than I had planned. When entering the cruising area, I had nothing more than maybe my own wanking in mind. And was sure that after a while I was going to leave now.

I went into the big screen room to relax before leaving. There I noticed that a new man in his thirties had come. He had probably been entering while I was fucking in the booth and had heard the unmistakable sounds and cry. He checked me out like You do when cruising but didn't show any interest. I sat down and was regaining in the sofa.

The three white men went restless, back and forth between the two rooms. There was no doubt they wanted some action that they didn't get. The black one also returned smiling and nodded his thanks as he saw me. The thirty-guy sat down on one of the sofas and after about 5 minutes got up again, glanced at me as he went. Was that his showing interest? I wasn't sure so I got up too and followed him to the other room. He was standing in the middle of the room frozen. As I passed him, he didn't move or make any indications of any kind.

I decided to find out if he wanted some play, so I gently placed my hand at his bulge. He didn't move so I took his package harder in my hand and he pulled me against himself slowly feeling my chest. He seemed rather hesitant and unsure what to do. Maybe he was new or as far had just come there for a wank.

I leaned against his neck placing a gentle kiss. As he didn't resist, I kissed up to his earlobe and started to nibble it. And his first gasp escaped his mouth. With one hand behind his head and the other on his butt I held his head and him in place to be able to give him a light mouth kiss. He froze again. But I softly kissed around his lips also placing dry kisses on his lips when he gradually started to open his mouth. As he did I licked his upper lip and pushed my tongue in a bit. Giving him the possibility to say no. But he opened up more and I pushed my tongue into his mouth. I could feel he was surprised but started to respond some. He melted and started a real tongue play and I kneaded his ass harder and harder. He was losing more of his resistance and was not frozen anymore and started panting in a hot, good way.

With both hands on his butt I took a firm grip, pulled him into me and he hugged me. He placed his both hands on my face and pulled me closer to start giving me kisses. As I responded he started to pull my T-shirt over my head, giving me kisses on my revealed skin. As he tossed the T-shirt, he looked at me and smiled a big smile and nibbled my earlobes.

I started to unbutton his shirt giving his chest kisses for every bottom and as his shirt fell to the floor we embraced and kissed each other passionately from the waists up.

Then I saw the black guy enter from the other room. He didn't wait long until he was standing behind me grinding himself into me. He also immediately went for my fly and started to unbutton me. I was so into kissing and rubbing myself into the guy in front of me that I didn't notice what the black guy behind me was doing, until he had my jeans and briefs down to my ancles. There I was standing, practically naked, in the middle of a room for everybody else to see. Thise jeans weren't hiding anything now anymore.

The two other men were also standing in the room rubbing themselves. At that moment it dawned to me that I was rock hard, and my cock was dripping cock. I was on display. That was not exactly what I had planned, and at the same time it was a big turn on. And once again that day my head started the negotiations. What was I to do? Pull out of this and run or flow with the feelings. I remembered the guy upstairs his very open-minded behavior. He knew men were playing in here, these men are her to enjoy themselves in any way they want.

These men had already seen me naked, I had fucked one of the guys, two were taking their cocks out of their pants just when they saw me and the one in front of me was now lowering his jeans. I didn't need much time to decide to go with the flow and give them the show. So I kicked off my sneakers and bent down get rid of my jeans and undies and tossed the in the corner.

Then I saw the sling hanging. As they already saw me, it would just add to their entertainment if I went into the sling. I would be giving them the real porn. The flow took me closer to the sling. I felt the leather and slowly placed myself in it. Adjusted my back and my ass to a level that they would have a good view when I was planning to jerk of in front of them all. I lifted my legs up. I was totally on display now.

I didn't expect anything else to happen just that I would be jerking of a big load in front of these horny guys. But nothing more needed before the white man got naked too, jerked himself some and started to push some at my hole. He was a bit unsure, and I put my hands on his back to pull him into me and assure him that it was OK. That I would accept him to use my hole as a pussy and that he could push into me. The black guy came up to my side jerking and the other two placed themselves to have a better view. One was clearly interested to see me taking it the other more interested to enjoy the whole scene.

The white one checked once more if I really allowed him to try to enter me. And he gradually got into what he was doing and his hesitant start changed into a steady rhythm. I could see him getting more and more confident fucking me. I assured him he did well and that he should go on. I started stroking, panting and moaning which seemed to encourage him. I have no idea if this was his first time fucking another man, but something gave me that impression.

After some time, the black one asked if he could go too. The white one nodded and they swapped. The black guy was thicker and bigger, but my hole was now stretched to accommodate that black thick snake. Once again, he proved to be polite and asked several times if he could push further. Just once I asked him to wait until I had relaxed enough. Comparing the two, this was not his first time, and he knew how to do it. He got me more and more turned on and more and more willing to give these two the pleasure they wanted. I stopped stroking to concentrate on giving pleasure. Tensing my pussy lips, relaxing for them to get even deeper into me. I wanted them to cum, I had no need to cum myself if just they were able to shoot their hot loads.

As the black saw my mind change, he pulled out of me and the white continued. I so wanted to make him feel good, to be able to enjoy, to cum when he was ready. My only wish that moment was that I wouldn't be the one that destroyed his pleasure and experience. That round he knew what he wanted and where he wanted to be, in my man pussy. He was determined now and showed it. After maybe 10 minutes ha sked if the black wanted to continue and he did.

Now I was able to accommodate him without problems. He grinned at me as he understood he had opened me up for him and that I was willing to share my manhole that afternoon.

All the time I was moaning, pleading for more and my eyes were rolling in my head. I was breathing hard and begged for more. It felt so good. I had absolutely no need to stroke myself just to be the object for these men's fantasies and pleasure. Their pleasure was mine.

After taking turns several times the white shot first and pulled out of me to squeeze the last drops out of his dick. He got get dressed very quickly and left not saying a word, just looking embarrassed. I was not disappointed, he obviously had to handle what he had done, and I hope he enjoyed it. One of those just jerking shot too and left.

The black one immediately pushed into me as my pussy was empty and was really into it. I went high from seeing him enjoying my hole that much and did try even more concentrating on giving him the opportunity to cum. I secretly now wished to be exposed to more guys and hoped some new would enter.

He pumped easily in and out and sensed that he was close and as he finally shot his sperm into me I was rewarded. He pulled out, went for some tissues and started to clean me up asking if I was OK and that he had enjoyed it. I assured him I was Ok and told him I had indeed enjoyed it too.

I told him just needed to rest some before I left. At that point I had no need to get dressed for two reasons they had already seen me naked, and I didn't want to mess my clothes with cum dripping out of me. So I got some tissues and went into one of the sofas again using the tissues to clean myself, as I felt it was needed.

One of the white men came into to room to watch some porn and the black came and sat beside me putting his arm around my shoulder assuring I was good, as he had noticed I didn't cum. I told him that this time I felt good just knowing they were able to cum. He offered to give me a blow job to cum, but I assured I was totally content that way. I leaned against him and nibbled his nipple some to make him understand that I enjoyed giving them pleasure and that I wasn't asking for anything more.

After some time when I was thinking I had better find my clothes and leave, he was somewhat in advance of me grabbed my neck, got up and I had to follow him. I didn't see what was wrong. Not saying a word, he guided me by my neck to the sofa in front of us and bent me over. And before I even was taking in what was happening, he was already in me fucking me hard again. I felt his weight on me now and he really did go deep in me. He found the spot and trusted hard making me moan in pleasure for every trust he made into me.

The other guy stopped watching the porn and was totally enjoying the live show I was giving him again. I didn't think this black man could get hard as soon again and be drilling me that hard. But man did. This time he showed more of how he wanted to be dominant. I reached back to touch him but he showed my hand in front of me. He pushed down my head even further into the coach to get my ass up higher. And he also pulled my head back. The truth is, once again he made me feel good. His big hanging balls were hitting me and the slaps every time he trusted into me got higher and higher as he increased his speed. He took one of my hands and guided it to my dick to show me he wanted me to jerk myself. But I didn't have enough time before his --Ahhhh – Cumming sounded in the room and he fell with all his weight on me. He stayed in me a while again. I had not shot this time either, but I had enjoyed him in me once again. I was once again pleased to have been able to give him pleasure.

We went back to the sofa and cuddled; I was at his right side.

• Was it okay?

• Yes, it was good.

• Did You cum

• No, And I don't need to. I just enjoy it this way today.

He was softly playing with his hand at my stomach and chest and took my hand and placed it on his dick. And I just easily tugged at it. That way we chilled for some time, The other man didn't leave the room either and was touching his own bulge.

I had not noticed I got hard again, but he did and took my pole in his hand and started to softly stroke me and I increased my own service of his cock, bent over and kissed it and licked his balls. It was hard to believe he was getting hard again, but he did. Then he took my right leg and pulled it over himself so that we were face to face. I was straddling him. We kissed some and he lifted me up that my ass was at his wet gland. I wiggled some and he said: Ride me.

With that he just pushed me down on his pole and started lift his hips making clear he really meant it. He trusted into me again. It was surreal that this man would want me to ride him until he came again in me. But he did. He had so many loads to give and was ready for more. He was making it clear he wanted to use me again. And I was also ready. As we were face to face, my stomach rubbing against his, my legs separated on his sides and feeling his skin there to I discovered that his skin was so soft and sexy. I had to lean in against his chest and ne his toy, to feel him embrace me. I had to kiss him and let him kiss me, to feel him bend up my legs that I was completely on his spear. And I allowed him to give the signal that I gave yourself to him, and accepting the fact that he could have what he wanted. I adored his whole body. He was not at all my body type prefering slim men but now my mouth was adoring his face, his mouth, his chest, his pits and his fingers with my kisses and licking and sucking. I was riding because that was what he wanted me to do, to give him pleasure once again. We found the unison rhythm until the now familiar feeling of his cum shooting into me. I fell of him, drenched in sweet, panting for air and felt happy once again for his possibility to cum.

He went to clean himself. I just had to calm down. The other white man sat there giving his approval. I finally got up, looked for my clothes and got dressed. The black guy returned.

• Are You leaving?

• Yeah, I have to go.

• Why? I was hoping You could stay, and we could play.

Did he just say that? Was he really ready to go on? Maybe he wanted to take turn with me in the sling again, hoping for some new men to join in. I was totally spent but felt relaxed. I felt exposed for being taken that way in public but pleased that I obviously had given some men pleasure that afternoon. He could probably have made me do anything he wanted just because he wanted to.

I walked up the stairs and the man at the counter smiled as he saw me.

• You stayed longer than I expected.

• I didn't expect that either.

• But that smile in Your face tells me You enjoyed the time.

• I sure did. And thanks, Yourself for being so open and inviting.

• What do You mean?

• Telling about the cruising, dressing like You do is sexy and is just correct in a place like this. Flip flops, shorts and that tank top just add to the warm welcoming feeling. And not pretending You know nothing about what's going on downstairs is spot on.

• Glad You like. And stupid to pretend anything else.

• It sure is.

• Hope I'll see You again. By the way was the cockring good?

• Oh, It was perfect, loved it. And who knows, You might see me again... or pretty sure You will.

Heading back to the parking I was once again going through what I had done that day negotiating if that was what I wanted or not. Once again You might guess how that ended.

I'm hoping my boss needs some more information soon. Then I will for sure plan one day off and one of the lockers will be used for my clothes from the very start. And if they want a booth, darkroom or where they might want to cum in or on me, that's their choice.