Sammy Wayne's life was a puzzle and he was having a hard time putting the pieces together. How had he got into this situation? He thought about his situation and his life in general. He tried to see himself as someone else might see him, and found that his life could be compressed into three sentences.

A young man still, only thirty-two this year, held a degree in political science and the position of city clerk at the courthouse. He had important friends and lived in a nice house, he wasn't rich but he was not uncomfortably poor. Loved, and was loved by his wife, Sloan and their son Matt, soon to be ten years old.

The piece missing from this happy scene was the thing that spoiled the puzzle. His sex life was not doing too well. He had been a normal male with normal sexual desires; all he had wanted was a source of regular sex from a woman. Was that asking too much? It seems that it was.

In the beginning when he was dating Sloan he lived for his expectations, she would not consent to sex until after they were married. While they were honeymooning Sammy found that anything to do with sex, other then missionary, was something that held no interest for Sloan. But she did try to make Sammy happy; sometimes she even seemed to enjoy sex in her limited way, but not often. She was smart and they had long talks about all sorts of stuff. Sammy enjoyed spending time with her, she was his best friend.

After they had Matt things changed, where in the past she would try to fake her way through the act of sex for her husbands sake. She now just refused more often than not. Sex to her was one more thing to do before the day was done, cook supper, clean the kitchen, fuck Sammy Wayne, put the baby to bed. Her attitude came through so clearly that Sammy quit looking for sex at home with her. Sloan never acted like she missed his advances so they both let their sex life die a natural death.

Sammy Wayne began to masturbate every time he found himself alone in the house. It was almost like he was a teenager again hiding from his sisters and parents. He was ashamed of doing it; and the thought of getting caught in the act pretty much meant that he didn't do it when his wife was at home. Which made her an obstacle to his sexual satisfaction rather then the solution. Some times his wife would open the front door and call out to him and his erection would instantly deflate. He got to the point that he would lose his erection whenever she was around him.

As time passed Sammy Wayne became less and less satisfied with the 'oneness' of beating his meat. He wanted to have sex with somebody. He was hungry for some ' two person' sex. He didn't want to hurt his wife but he was tired of doing without. Besides if she wanted him to stay within the marriage sexually then she had to come across with the sex he needed.

He had the woman that he had always wanted and he didn't want to leave her. He didn't want a 'relationship' with another woman. Even though he thought that the whole mess was the fault of his wife, he didn't want to hurt her. He not only didn't find her sexy anymore, but he didn't find any other woman sexy anymore either. Whatever feelings he had about her these days didn't include thinking of her as a lover. He loved her as his best friend and the wife in his marriage. He loved her as the woman who mothered his son, but he did not think of her as a lover.

There was another angle to this also, what if he was impotent? His dick would not sustain an erection the last time he had tried to fuck Sloan. He felt that it was just the thing between them. The only way he could be sure was to try to fuck another woman and he really wasn't ready to betray his wife that badly.

He wasn't gay but he wanted a no strings attached sort of thing so he found himself at the local bookstore. That first time he was there, it was almost like a medical experiment, he had to find out if he could still get off with another person. Sammy was delighted to discover that his cock worked fine and felt great as he shot his first load of cum into some man's mouth. As a matter of fact it was a great help not to have to see the man who was doing the sucking. Lips were lips and their sex didn't matter.

This makeshift solution to his sex problem seemed to have worked out very well and Sammy was as happy as a married man can reasonably expect to be. The months slipped into years and they settled into their routines. Since he didn't hound her like he used to in the past, his wife thought that he had adjusted to her sexual moods and was happy. Without the demands for sex putting a strain on their marriage they both were getting along better with each other.

So Sammy had no reason to think that any thing out of the ordinary was going to happen that Friday night that he went to the bookstore.

But he was wrong about that.

He had gotten his tokens and went into the back room where the stalls were located. Over the years of coming here he had come to enjoy the center stall because it had two holes, one on each side. He was happy to see that his favorite stall was open. When he went to insert his tokens into the slot they somehow spilled to the floor where they rolled all over the place. Sammy got to his knees and started to pick up the tokens. He didn't notice the sound of the door in the next stall closing. He had no ideal that anybody was watching him as he crawled around on his knees looking for tokens. The first thing that alerted Sammy to his situation was when the dick brushed against his ear. In a reflex motion he turned his head to see what he had brushed against.

That's how he came to find himself eyeball to eyeball with a big hard cock. It hung there heavy and thick looking, bigger then his cock both in length and girth. The cock seemed to be a beggar in the way it seemed to bow toward him and yet there was a demanding aspect to it also. Sammy was frozen solid and seemed to be confused about what was the polite way to deal with this. Sammy Wayne was always considerate of others, and he knew from experience what was going through the apparently blood-starved brain of the man who owned this cock.

Sammy knew that on the other side of the wall was a guy like himself who wanted relief from the sexual tensions of his day. An old song flashed through Sammy Wayne's brain, something about seeing clouds from both sides. Now he knew what the guy on the other side saw. Now he knew what the guy on his knees felt like as he looked at the cock.

The stranger on the other side had almost given up and had started to withdraw his offering, when Sammy touched it. The cock was surprisingly soft to the touch; Sammy had held his dick so many times that if you added all the minutes up it would be several months of his life. But his dick had never felt like this. There was a power in this cock and Sammy could feel it as it worked on him. He started to stroke it much as he would his own cock. He knew what felt good to him and that is what he did for the faceless man in the next stall.

The cock was much harder now and seemed to have grown a bit also. His thumb just touched his fingers when he wrapped his hand around the shaft. Sammy could tell that the guy was getting excited, as his dick seemed to jump in Sammy's hand as he pumped it at a steady pace.

"Suck it." The voice had a hoarse sound to it as though the owner needed to clear his throat or something. "Go on suck it."

Sammy Wayne heard the demand / request, but he just continued to stroke the cock in his hand. His face was very close to the cock he could see the slit winking at him as he stroked the cock. He was staring down the barrel of an overheated cock that could blow at any minute. Yet he made no effort to move out of the line of fire. He wanted to watch it as it spit it's cum at him.

"Fuck you" came the gruff voice from the other side, as the cock was withdrawn from the hole. "I want a fucking blowjob, I don't need help to beat my meat."

Sammy heard the door on the adjoining booth slam shut and knew that the man was gone. He sat on the bench in the booth and mechanically started to put his rescued tokens in the slot. The screen came to life with a redheaded woman getting it from behind from a skinny white kid. He hardly noticed as he was considering the strange mixture of rejection and relief that he was feeling. More then anything else he felt like he had failed somehow, like he should have finished what he had started and he was a little ashamed that he couldn't keep the man interested.

Sammy Wayne might have made a great leap forward in self-understanding that night but he was saved at the last moment by the friendly finger of fate. It moved around the glory hole rubbing the opening like a lover caressing a thigh, wanting to move higher.

The invitation came at just the right time to jerk Sammy's mind back to his crotch, saving it from the deeper thoughts that had just been troubling him. He rewarded the finger of fate by giving it his hard dick and sighed when he felt the mouth began to work it's magic. For the first time since he had started to come here for sex he considered the guy on the other side. Why was he there? Did he enjoy sucking as much as Sammy enjoyed getting sucked? Thoughts of why he had started to stroke a stranger's dick haunted his mind.

He pressed his body against the wall pushing his pelvis at the hole, feeding the hungry mouth that was giving him such a great blowjob. Sammy Wayne eyes were squeezed shut with the intense pleasure the mouth was giving him, his hands and body pressed flat against the wall. The sounds of the lady with the skinny kid filled his ears, but it was the feel of that other cock in his hand filling his mind as he shot his load into the hard working mouth.

The mouth seemed to shift into a lower gear as it slowed to suck lovingly on his cock head as his cum was vacuumed from his body. Sammy's toes were curled so far under his feet that he experienced painful cramps but he continued to push his cock at that mouth, his cum as well as most of the moisture in his body seemingly sucked away by that wonderful mouth.

His mouth so dry that his lips were sticking to his teeth, Sammy found himself muttering heartfelt 'thank you' s almost like a mantra, more of a whisper to himself. He gave himself to the mouth as it kept licking and sucking his cock. It was so increbabley sensitive to Sammy that he could hardly stand it but he stayed on his feet, kept his cock in the hole and inside that mouth until he finally felt himself starting to soften.

The mouth slowly worked its way down his shaft until it reached the head where it gave Sammy a kiss and told him.

"Honey you needed that, you must of cum a cup full. Damn you got a nice cock too." The voice of the mouth was young and perky, well aware of the quality of work it had delivered.

"Thank you," Sammy Wayne was still a little dazed. "That was the best thing to happen to me in a long time. Thanks." The words were hardly out of his mouth before Sammy heard the door next door shut. The mouth was gone, Sammy wasn't sure if the man had heard his thank you. It was damn sure a great blowjob though.

The redheaded woman had finished with the skinny kid and was now kneeling in front of a huge black man sucking his cock. Sammy leaned back against the wall and let the movie entertain him while he got his wits about him again.