Bookstore Surprise: The Man in the Wrong Cinema

Near Home—July, 2019

It was another hot Friday night, the last one of July.  I hoped for some relief from the pressure of my summer of work.  And boy, did I find it…

It’s a typical Friday night at the bookstore.  I know every man hanging out—and have done something with almost all of them at one time or another.  I sit in the gay cinema, for the movie here tonight is better than usual.  I have an older man between my legs, sucking my dick.  He’s fine, though more eagerness than skill.  My dick is barely drooling precum, which should tell you exactly his level of expertise…

I hear a grunt.  The man has shot his own load while sucking me.  He apologizes and leaves.  I stroke.  And my dick starts drooling.  I watch the movie.  The scene is good—three men, two leather men definitely in control of giving a tatted cub cock in both his holes.  And eventually two loads in his ass.

Three men come in while I stroke.  I recognize all of them.   We nod to each other.  Two of them get busy with each other.   The third watches the movie and me.  Back and forth like a tennis match.

The door opens again.  It’s a man, in his early 40’s, I don’t know.  He’s hot.  In a white tee that clings to his hairy, muscled torso.  His jeans are not tight—but his ass is so full it makes them seem that way.  He looks lost.  He sits, carefully, as if the seat might be wired to shock him.  Or maybe he’s just making sure he’s not sitting in someone’s spent load.  He looks at the screen and I swear he’s shocked that three men are fucking.  Is he on the wrong side?

The guys trading blowjobs stopped when he came in.  They start up again now.  I never hid my erection.  I resume stroking.  The sound of a wet BJ makes the new guy turn and look.  His face registers surprise.  Then his eyes turn to me.  His jaw drops.  That is not just a literary phrase, it does just that.  When he catches me looking at him look at me, he turns away.  It is just as the third cum shot is happening on the screen.  The leather top fires it off as the other top spreads the cub’s cheeks apart so it lands perfectly on his puffy, fucked hole.  Of course it is fucked into him—and fingered—so the cub can taste it. 

I swear this shocks the new man, too.  I think it can’t be long until he makes a dash for the straight side.  But instead he unzips.  He doesn’t take his cock out, but his hand goes into his fly.

The blow job guys in the corner get each other off and leave.  Finally the watcher leaves, too.  Leaving me alone with new guy.

I stroke.

He kneads.

He gets up and moves to the back wall.  I am sitting to the right, but at the back.  We could now touch knees we are so close. 

We pretend to look at the movie.

He takes out his cock.  A seven inch cut beauty, with a slight downward curve.  He strokes it.  Tentatively. 

I slide out of my seat, kneeling in front of him.  He looks me in the eye.  And takes his hand off his cock.  Offering it to my mouth.  I swallow him down.  The curve makes it the perfect cock to suck.  He groans and rubs the stubble of my cropped hair.

The door opens.  He makes a move to pull it away from me, but I won’t let him.

And then the next surprise—he starts sucking the hard dick of one of the men who just came in.  He is getting every inch down his throat as I suck him.

And he’s not picky—the switch has been thrown.  He sucks every man who comes into the room.  He has had at least four men in his mouth before I offer him mine.  He’s not good at it—but he’s damn eager.  He even gets a moment of two cock heads in his mouth at the same time as another man pushes in.

I go back to sucking him.

I hear one man explode in the new guy’s mouth.  Another surprise.  He swallows—he doesn’t spit the load out.

And another soon goes down his throat too. 

I keep thinking that might get him off, but no.

I look up.  Only the Mexican who doesn’t clean out is left in the room with us.  He is getting his cock sucked by the new guy, but rubbing his ass.  I stand up to stretch and offer my cock.  The new guy stands up.  And takes off his jeans, tossing them on the floor.  Then the tee.  He has a great body, standing there in nothing but what will soon be dirty white athletic socks.

He grabs the back of a chair and bends—presenting his full, gloriously haired ass to me.  I sink to my knees and begin to rim.  The Mexican moves around and offers the man his cock again. 

I can’t stop eating the new guy out.  I love the forest of dark curls in his ass crack.  I leave them dripping with my spit.

“You want my cock?”

He grunts an affirmative, his mouth full of Mexican dick.

I stand up and slap my raw dick against his wet hole—giving him time to say rubber it up.  He doesn’t and I push in. 

Ok.  He’s no stranger to man sex.  He knows just how to clamp and release as I fuck him.  I go from a slow fuck to a hard one.  The Mexican has come around to watch, fingering his own hole.  He also seems to want a turn up the new guy.  I pull out.

The new guy stands, so the Mexican can’t get into him.  Instead he pulls the Mexican to the chair and begins to fuck him.  I watch for a second, before I’m back up the new guy.  I let him do the work:  fuck into the Mexican, and fuck himself with me on the backstroke. 

Over and over.  All three of us are grunting.  In heat.

He can’t last long like this.  Suddenly he blows deep in the Mexican’s guts.  His ass spasms and sends me over the edge, too.  He gets a week’s worth of my cum in his hole.

And milks me for every drop.