Bad Knees and a Bad Mood

 Near Home—July, 2026

 

I waited until Friday to return to the bookstore.  It was my usual time, after lunch with a strong cup of tea for the drive in.  There were a few cars in the parking lot…

 

The theatre feels particularly dark after the bright sunshine outside.  I stand near the door and let my eyes adjust.  There are at least eight men here—filling half the seats.  I sit on the long side wall.  I open my fly and haul out my hardening cock.  Shaved Head is sitting near the gay screen.  He comes over and gets me good and wet.  Shy One is next.  His work on my balls makes my cock wet in a different way.  He licks up all my precum, sighing contentedly.

Shy One stands and gives way to his partner for a second round.  He watches SH make my cock disappear into his mouth and Shy One sighs, almost as if he was doing the sucking himself.  Shaved Head’s return doesn’t last long.  They are nearing the end of the time they spend here.  As Shaved Head visits the restroom, Shy One asks if they will see me tomorrow at the Second Saturday event in Jackson.  I tell him ‘yes’ before he joins his partner and they head home.

“That’s some cock.”  A man, in his middle 70’s, has moved closer to my seat to watch the guy’s take my dick.  He now reaches out and touches my knee.  I let go of my cock, as an invitation for him to touch it.  His soft, wrinkled hand grasps it, feeling the girth.

“Yum.  Would you let me suck it?”

“Of course.”

He smiles and gives my dick a gentle squeeze.  He stands up and, using the arms of my chair, lowers himself to the floor.  He settles himself on the hard linoleum and leans in.  He inhales my ball musk and sighs.  He leans forward and takes me into his mouth.

Damn!  His mouth is great.  I love men who have perfected their dick skills—and he is one of them.  His tongue goes back and forth, from gentle and relaxing to insistent and needy.  He has great suction and no hint of teeth.  He can take my entire length to the pubes—repeatedly.

But he can’t stay on his knees.   He crawls to his chair and pulls himself up.  He thanks me.  In five minutes, he wants another round.  I nod.  It’s the same laborious process to get him to the floor, but it’s worth it.  For both of us.  He goes through all his tricks and finally comes up for air—and hauls himself back to his seat.  I try to give him an arm, but he waves me off.

I jerk.  And he kneads his crotch.

“May I?”

I nod. 

This time he throws down the seat cushion of one of the chairs and goes to kneel on that.  It helps—but not by much.  He still tires fast, leaving my cock wanting more.

A longer break.  Then the same routine:  cushion, a slow kneel and then pure pleasure.

“I’m not going to make you cum, am I?”  He’s looking up at me from between my legs.  He has the most wistful look on his face.

“It can take an act of God to get me off,” I murmur.  “But I love what you’re doing.”

He goes back to sucking for a minute, but the knee joints must be screaming.  He inches over to his chair and pulls himself into it.

Another older man has been watching us.  He moves to sit on the other side of my cocksucker.  Soon they are playing with each other’s bulges.  The new guy gets hard and unzips.  I can see my cocksucker fondling him into full erection.  He starts to go to his knees, but the other guy stops him—he’d rather be stroked than sucked.

I jerk to a very hot and kinky anal sex scene on the straight screen.  I can feel the switch being thrown in my balls.  With very little work, I am pretty sure I could cum.

I stand up and move in front of my cocksucker.  “Do you still want my load?”

“Of course!”

I step in and he leans forward.  I begin a slow fuck of his face.  The man he’d been stroking is agog.  “Suck that dick,” he whispers.  “Make him cum.”

My balls are churning.  It’s a matter of seconds, not minutes.  I stop face fucking and stand still.  His tongue swirls around my cock—and I explode.  I grab his shoulders and hang on as my balls empty. 

He swallows it all, delighted.

He cleans up my wilting cock to get every drop…

*

I did go to the Second Saturday gay event at the bookstore in Jackson (the one with the medical table.)  I got caught in a horrible traffic slow down on the expressway.  I crawled into the city and arrived in a foul mood.

That mood continued throughout the afternoon.  I had some play—but I know my mood colored my perception of the men who did play with me—and likely the men who sensed the bad vibes and avoided me.  There is nothing from that day I need to record for posterity…

So Many Mouths

 Near Home—July, 2026

 

The local bookstore was proving to be a lot of fun with seeing a number of new men there.  It saved me from driving farther afield on some of June’s hottest days.  I went back on the first Monday of July,  not expecting much more than a cool room and some hot porn.  I was pleasantly surprised…

 

I go in.  There are more men here than cars in the parking lot.  I can’t sit in my usual chair, so I find one on the side wall where I can see both screens.  As I unzip, I notice Shaved Head is on his knees in the back corner.  My dick comes out and Shy One, his partner, is right there to suck me to full hardness.

Damn, I love his mouth.  He is all over me, both cock and balls and back again.  I squeeze his shoulder as I quietly moan.

The man Shaved Head is working on has a very vocal orgasm.  He won’t let Shaved Head clean him up and, holding his wet cock away from his pants, beats a hasty retreat to the restroom.  Shaved Head moves to us.  I expect him to take Shy One’s place.  But no.  He’s ready to go.  Shy One gives me one last lick to my full balls and they go home to a late lunch.

There is a general movement in the room as a couple of guys leave.  My current chair is in direct view of the main door.  I still can’t sit in my regular one, so I sit right behind it on the side wall to give a future cocksucker more privacy.

I stroke.  In the row of seats in front of me is a guy, likely in his early 50’s, who is on his phone.  He is thick set and fully dressed, no dick visible.  He puts the phone away when I get comfortable in my new seat.   The man gets up and very nicely asks if he can suck my dick.  I nod and he goes to the floor.  I sigh as his mouth sinks all the way down my hard cock to my pubes.  His throat squeezes me and he comes up for air before beginning a blowjob that rivals Shy One’s exquisite mouth.  He’s down there for a long time, doing all the things I love.  At first, he is trying for a load.  When he realizes that isn’t happening, he settles down to sucking cock for the love of it.

He takes a breather.  Then asks if he can come back for round two.  I give him the go-ahead.  He gets back down on the floor, this time starting his tongue-work on my wet balls.  I sigh and ruffle the hair on his head.

A Black man I recognize from here, but see only occasionally, comes in.  His hair is now totally white.  He sits in the infamous corner chair. He takes out his dick and strokes himself to hardness. 

My cocksucker takes a break—but not for long.  He’s intrigued by fresh meat—and I don’t blame him.  Soon, he’s kneeling in front of the man with the snow-white afro.  I love watching him do all the things to him that he did to me, knowing just how talented his mouth really is.

The door opens again, and another African American comes in.  He is a big guy—a former footballer in build now gone soft.  He sits near the cocksucking.  The moment the clothed sucker gets up, the new man is instantly on his knees in front of the guy in the corner.  The bigger guy unzips and beats his cock as he continues giving head.  The clothed sucker comes back to me.  I get round three of his talented mouth.  I am pleased, that when the large guy finally stands up, White Afro leans forward and sucks him.

Then it all changes around.  The clothed sucker gets up from me and goes over to the where the bigger guy is now sitting.  The bigger guy gives him his cock.  White Afro comes to find me.  I suck his cock—and he does mine.   The two of us love going back and forth feeding each other dick.

The bigger guy gets off.  Loudly.  Finally, the clothed sucker gets the load he’s been craving.  He cleans the guy up and heads for home.  White Afro gets up from between my sprawled legs and sits.  We both watch the bigger guy head to the restroom and them outside.

We stroke.

We do another round of trading off on sucking.

We are now the only people here. 

And then White Afro goes, too.  I am alone.

But just for moments.  The bigger guy comes back from his rest break out in the parking lot.  He comes right to me—and asks to suck my cock.  I nod—and he kneels carefully, using the arms of the chair for support.  Now I have had great mouths on my dick tonight—and it continues.  His tongue is thick and drives me crazy.  He licks my balls.  He sucks my dick.  He nuzzles under my balls, lifting them with his free hand.  He huffs the smell of my aroused cock and sweaty balls.

“Lose the pants.”

I stand up and undo the belt, letting them drop.  He likes the look of my stained jock pushed out of the way and my cock jutting free.  I sit back down.  He pulls my thighs towards him, making me hunker down in the chair.  He leans in and begins licking my balls.  Soon his tongue is trailing down my perineum.  He hovers above my asshole, but comes back up to engulf my testicles in his mouth.

Then he does it all over again.

“You like this?” he murmurs.

I moan out a yes. 

He leans in and sucks my cock one more time.  He trails down to my balls.  Eash go into his mouth, individually, for a tongue bath.  He moves back to my perineum.  He licks up and down, making my hair there wringing wet.  He groans.  And his tongue goes lower.  It flicks across my pucker.  He spits.  He begins prodding my hole open so he can tongue fuck it.  I pull out the poppers in my shirt pocket.  I hold them under his nose and he takes a massive hit.  He begins rimming me in earnest.  I take a small hit—but the fumes take over.

It’s my turn to moan.  I haven’t had my ass eaten in this room in ages.  And from the sounds the guy is making he is right where he wants to be.  He burrows into me and I begin to jerk my dick.  After this marathon of play tonight, my cock is drooling.  It’s seriously red and swollen.  He comes up from my ass and sucks it once again, leaving it wet as he returns to my hole.  He pulls my cheeks apart and zeroes in with his tongue.

Fuck!  I beat my cock as he tongue fucks me, faster and faster. 

“You want my load?  I’m so damn close...”

He makes some sort of affirmative sound, muffled with my ass cheeks on either side of his mouth.  He starts moaning himself.

“Here…here it comes…”  I’m panting, barely able to get the words out.  He pulls off my asshole and devours my cock at just the right moment.  I am in him so deeply, I must be firing straight down his throat.  He holds me in place until my cock stops contracting.  He slowly pulls off me.  I see remnants of my jizz on his lips.  He licks them.  And me.  And kisses my hole one last time before he lets me move…

Saved By the Pup

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Beards, Balls and Cum: A Great Night at the Bookstore

 Near Home—July, 2026

My July started with a cancellation.  I had a fist date on July 1, but he had to re-schedule for later in the month.  I didn’t go out that night, but I did the next—retreating to the relatively cool dark room of the local bookstore after a hot July day.  I was not expecting much on a Thursday evening, but you just never know…

 

It’s crowded.  A good mix of men I recognize and men I’ve never seen before.  My usual seat is taken.  In the long row of seats on the side wall, there are two blow jobs in progress.  I sit on the short side wall, near the gay screen.  All the men there, but for the two busy sucking cock, watch me take out my dick.  I watch the cocksuckers as I stroke myself hard. 

A man with a long, full beard stands up.  His cock is out.  He is thick and curved upwards.  His ball sac is huge.  So often with guys who are all balls, it is one massive mound of hairy goodness.  This guy’s balls were huge, but still had the divide down the middle.  He stood in front of me, his balls swaying from the few steps toward me.  He nods.  I nod back.  He goes to his knees and my cock is in a hot, wet mouth and the overgrown beard is all over my own ball sac.  He’s good.  And hungry.  He is really trying for cum from the moment he starts.  He finally relaxes a little when he realizes I am not a minute man.  He pulls off my cock and treats my balls to his busy tongue.  Then it’s back to my dick until he has to get his knees off the hard concrete floor.

He offers me his cock as he stands.  I lean forward and do my best to return the favor.  His curve is a challenge I am happy to accept.  He likes what I’m doing and moves to the side so I’m not leaning forward in my chair.  He moans as my tongue explores his piss slit.  I lick and suck and swallow. 

I’ve put it off for as long as I can.  I want to lick those massive balls.  I begin and now the man with the big beard is moaning constantly.  He actually lifts his balls so I can get under them with ease.  The weight of them on my face is incredibly hot.

And now, as my tongue licks his hairy sack, there is another mouth on my cock.  I stop long enough to register that it is the man I know from here who also has a beard—and uses it to tease my wet cock and balls as he drags it across my pubic area.  He gets my cock and balls good and wet before his beard comes into play.  I continue to lick and suck Big Beard.  Soon, I feel the man’s beard who’s sucking me begin to mop we up.  I love the feel of it—and he knows I do.  He finally stands up and leaves, making Big Beard do round two on my cock.

When Big Beard has gotten his fill and sits down opposite me, another man I don’t recognize stands up.  His cock is rock hard and about the same size as mine.  He approaches.   He nods.  I nod and he goes to his knees.  I have had three men on my dick and each has felt good—but distinctly different.  It’s great.  This guy like to bury me in his throat.  Over and over.

Now he stands up and piston fucks my face.  Then to his knees again and works on me.  Again he stands up.  “Take my dick,” he grates.  I oval big and let him pound into my face.

Rock Hard disengages and sits next to me, to catch his breath.  The door opens and a tall, lanky Black man, likely in his 30’s, walks in.  He sits opposite us.  Rock Hard gets up and begins sucking me again.  This makes Tall and Lanky unzip and stroke.  I beckon him over—and he comes to give me a cock to suck as I am treated to the same.

Rock Hard comes up for air and sees me sucking the young man.  I pull off him and Rock Hard takes a turn on his cock.  Then he goes back to my bigger one and I happily suck the younger man.

“Would you eat my ass?”

Both Rock Hard and I stop what we’re doing to look at Tall and Lanky.  “Sure,” I tell him.  He strips down to his athletic socks.  He sits in my chair, hunkering down, his legs in the air and his thin arms wrapped around his knees holding them in place.  I lick his balls first—and then begin the descent.  His perineum is covered in tight, black curls.  I smell the scent of Irish Spring before I get to his hole.  I dig in.  He squirms and moans.  I begin a hard tongue fuck.  Rock Hard watches us and jerks.

“Lick my balls so I can shoot.”

I move up and do what he wants, even though I want so much more time in his hole.  He grasps his average sized cock and jerks as I lick.   He moans—and, in moments, is there.  White pools of cum on his ebony skin.  He lets me lick up the cum—but not off his sensitive dick.  Big Beard is watching.  He kneels and licks up a splatter of seed on the young man’s nipple I’d somehow missed.  Tall and Lanky squirms away from us, grabs his clothes and gets dressed in the restroom.

“I gotta shoot.”  It’s Rock Hard.  I’m still on my knees, so he walks over to me.  He jabs his cock into my mouth and instantly begins firing off a huge round of jizz.  I have to swallow fast to keep up with him…

*

That should have been the end, but I stayed.

There was a major lull as guys left or regrouped.

An older man tried to suck me, but he was all teeth.

I traded blow jobs with a slightly portly guy, who I finally recognized when he pulled out his nipple clamp chain and attached them to his nips.  I added a finger up his ass and it was now easy to get him to fill my mouth with one more load for the night.

History: Finding (and Refining) My Kinks

 As I have finished writing all about the busy month of June, I thought it would be good to return to a post about my early sexual history.

 

2001-2004

My whole sexual experience expanded in 2001 with the CDC giving the OK for oral sex.  I had licked balls and shafts when I began playing with men other than my partner in the 1990’s, but I was careful about wet contact.  Now, while not immediately looking for guys to suck off, oral sex could be incorporated into our play as a whole.  I was still condomed for every fuck.  Every time.  I was never going to break that agreement I’d made with Rob.

I also began rimming my partners.  Rob and I had eaten each other’s asses for years, but I hadn’t done it with others since the health crisis.  Now it became part of almost every bathhouse hook up.  I loved approaching a stranger lying in the sling and surprising him by going to my knees and getting his hole opened with my tongue for the latex fuck that was about to happen.

During this time, I was also brave enough to finally attend my first piss party.  I knew piss itself was sterile—and could not support HIV.  The gathering was (and is) held in a back room of a gay bar in Chicago.  I was there to drink my water and feed my piss to others.  I had no interest in drinking it myself.  I was wearing my ancient pair of holey combat boots and my dirty jock.  In my sock was a string of condoms—in case anal sex was allowed.  I let men suck my cock.  I was in a very top mode that first time and did not always reciprocate—mostly to learn what was expected.  When I finally had to piss, I asked the guy sucking me if he wanted it.  He did.  I was standing in the middle of the room as I fed him my piss.  I had enough control to make the stream stop and start again, allowing him to swallow with ease.  Then my bladder took over and I gave the rest to him in a rush.  I loved watching how he beat his long cock as he gulped me down.  When I finally dribbled out the last drop, the guy stood up and leaned in to kiss me.  Why not? I thought.  Our mouths met and he fed me a huge mouthful of my own piss.  I was so turned on I shot a load.  He laughed and then cleaned my cock.  I sat back down.  Stunned.  And determined to drink from the tap before I left.  My hardon returned with the first gusher down my throat.  I don’t know how much I drank that first night, but I loved it.  (And I fucked a guy in the back corner—though technically, back then, we weren’t supposed to do that…)

I was still going south for work in the fall.  While there, I made a visit to the bathhouse in Atlanta.  It had no play area back then—everything was in the private rooms with the door firmly shut.  I had a pleasant time—but was in no hurry to go back.

When I was home and working in Michigan, I made a weekend trip to Toronto.  I began exploring the many bathhouses of that great city—many of which are gone now.  I loved Canadian men—who felt more uninhibited to me. And had so much foreskin to play with…

Closer to home, the Diplomat of Grand Rapids, opened a second location in Toledo.  My membership was good for either one.  And Toledo was a little closer—and the newer facility felt cleaner.  I spent lots of weekends there.  Room rental was good for 12 hours.  Play and sleep and play again before going out to breakfast and then renewing the room for another day.  I loved letting the retired State Trooper (he always brought up his former job) suck me off in the sauna.  I enjoyed seeing different men than the habitues of the other facility.

But the Toledo Diplomat did not have a sling.  The management always told me it was coming—but it never did.  But that didn’t stop a creative top who wanted one.  As is typical in a bathhouse, none of the walls of the individual room went to the ceiling (so you could hear each other fuck…) By standing on the bed, I could reach the top of the wall.  I bought two C clamps and would screw them in place on the wall over the head of the bed.  I then tied rope to them.  The other end of each strand had leather dog collars tied to them.  The collars went around the ankles of the bottom.  I could adjust the rope to the comfort of the bottom being trussed up, legs in the air, to fuck.  I left the door open as I plowed my first ass this way—and I became even more popular.  All the guys wanted to try it.

*

On the homefront, Rob was drinking even more.  He was a true functioning alcoholic at this point.  He was also finding more work away from me—so he could keep on doing it.  If he was home, my long weekends away were very much because I didn’t want to be around him—and watch him self-destruct.  He still would not admit there was any kind of problem with what he was doing to himself.

*

The other incredible change in 2001 was Manhunt.  I heard about the ‘dating’ site at one bathhouse or the other.  I had a computer—and found it.  Those early years were amazing.  Everyone wanted to meet.  I attended (and even set up) hotel parties—and guys turned out.   Even in my sparsely populated area of Michigan, you could find men.

Manhunt was responsible for my meeting and cultivating a long sex partnership with a man who lived in the town where I grew up.  He taught at one of the Universities—and was a pig, albeit a safer sex pig.  He was the first man I knew who owned a sling.  He’d fashioned his basement into a play room.   He had been a top in a relationship, but found his bottom side after his partner was gone.  This is where I truly refined my fisting technique.  We met almost every Monday.  He had other partners on the weekend—that he made sure I never met.   We fucked and fisted—a lot.  Occasionally joined by a top that he knew wouldn’t give me his ass.

My new playmate, Jack, also loved leather.  On my own, I had bought one piece, a codpiece, that had not been fitted to me properly (I know now.)  He encouraged me to get a harness.  And I did.  He thought I’d look good in chaps, but the readymade garments were never long enough for my long legs. He found a leather tailor in Chicago—and I went for a fitting while on a play weekend with Jack in the city.

He was a good friend.  And taught me a lot.  He was open to other kinks—and we tried a bunch of stuff.  As this was concurrent with my discovering watersports, he let me piss on his hole and lick it off.  His toy collection grew—and I loved the variety of things I could put up his shapely ass.

During this time, long before texting, I was in only occasional contact with my brother, living and working in New York City.  My parents were now wintering in Aruba.  They really wanted to take their two boys to the island and show them the timeshare they had.   We could never go during their months there due to our work schedules.  But eventually we went at a different time of year—and stayed at a similar property. 

We went for a walk over to view their condo.  It was nice and I could see why they spent Michigan winters here. Then my parents took us to their favorite part of the beach.  My mother seemed oblivious—but it was the gay section of the beach.   Almost all men, with the occasional topless female. (I proved it was the gay section by taking a walk into the underbrush and fucking an incredibly hot islander on the hood of his car, once he’d given me a Magnum.)

That night, after the parents were in bed, my brother and I sat on the veranda with a bottle of scotch and had a long talk about sex—our first in almost 15 years.  I told him I was going to the piss party in Chicago.  He told me he had helped start the piss group in NYC.  I told him about my love of leather.  He told he’d been a leather man since his move to the city.  I told him about how adept I’d become at fist.  He agreed that he loved working an ass that way.  We were so alike it was slightly frightening.  Both tops.  Both heavily into kink. Both in relationships that allowed us to have a homelife—and play with other men.  It was after that night that I began getting the best birthday presents from him:  speculums, toys, and the like. 

Even better, we were in close contact again. 

Art In My Playroom (Part 5)

It’s been quite some time since I added any art to the playroom’s walls.  

My brother had a ton of framed erotic art in New Jersey.  With his move to Michigan, he saved some and the rest he gave to me to find men who would give them a good home. 

Well, Jaylen, who has appeared often in these posts, fell in love with my brother’s collection.  Most were great black and white photography of hot men—very different from what is on my walls, where everything is drawn.

But there was one poster that fit my aesthetic.  I saved it for myself, and it is now on the wall above the bed in the playroom.  It fits right in with the Etienne posters from IML and the Chicago Eagle.

When you take pictures of a picture or poster, it is always hard to make them look good.  You will have to come see them for yourself.  Preferably as you’re naked and lying in the sling…

Wanting One Thing/Getting Another

Near Home—June, 2026

 

I didn’t get off with Rudy that Sunday, as is often the case when I am fisting.  (I am just thinking about too many other things, when my hands are doing the work and not my cock.)  I waited a day and then went back to the bookstore on the last day of June to finally shoot my load…

 

It’s busy.  I walk into the darkened theatre.  My usual chair is taken so I sit on the side, where I can see both screens with a turn of my head.  There are two men who are stroking to the porn, but no one is touching another.  I take out my cock.  A young man across the room looks up from his phone and sees my hardening cock.  It takes me a moment in the dim light, but I recognize him as the young man who used to pull me into one of the private rental booths so no one would see us have sex.  I’d worked on making him do me in public.  And it had worked.  I haven’t seen him for a long time…but here he is walking towards me, kneeling and taking me deep into his throat.  His hair has grown very long and it falls overs his shoulders and onto my thighs as he works his very experienced mouth all over my cock and balls.

I hear him moan softly as my cock fills his throat once again.  It sends shivers through me.  My sucker pauses for a second and looks at the time on his phone.  I can tell from his expression he should be elsewhere—but he keeps sucking.

The Voyeur walks in.  He comes right over to me, unzips and gives me his hardening cock to suck while the long-haired young man continues trying to make my balls release cum.  The Voyeur lets me set my own pace, only occasionally pushing deep to choke me on his ebony cock.

My sucker checks his phone once more.  With an apologetic look, he gets up and takes off.  The Voyeur, with no one working on my dick, seems to lose interest.  He sits down a few chairs away.

A man stands up.  It is the guy I’ve known the longest in my time here.  He begins to shed all his clothes.  Once naked, he walks over and has me suck his cock.  He starts out quite hard, but the popper bottle is in his hand, and soon I am sucking on a cock that keeps going soft.  The moment I get it hardened up again, he takes another hit and he loses his erection once more.  I finally suggest I need a moment.  I take a long drink from my water bottle and see if there is anyone else interested in doing me.

I look across the room.  The Voyeur has found someone else to suck him.  The sucker is a very large Black man I have never seen before, but he seems to be giving The Voyeur just what he wants.  I stroke to them and not the porn.  Soon The Voyeur convulses and gives the large guy a mouthful of cum.  They talk a moment—and The Voyeur points to me.  The big guy gets up and comes over.  I spread my legs, thinking he’s come to suck an even bigger cock, but he sits next to me instead.  He leans in, “He says you give good head.  I need to get off and go home.”

I smile.  It’s always good to get good reviews.  I kneel in front of the man.  It’s a thick cock, but much of his potential length is hidden under extra flesh.  I go to work and the guy sighs.  His cock is drooling really tasty precum.  I work harder.  I dig out his massive balls and lick them.  The guy is now moaning loudly.  I go back to his dick.  His big hand finds the back of my head and holds me in place.  His dick goes off, spewing two or three shots of cum down my throat. The next few spurts land on my tongue and are as delicious as his precum.  I clean him up.  He squeezes my shoulder in pleasure and says:  “Wow. He wasn’t kidding.”  He sighs.  “Next time I’ll do you, man.”  He zips up and goes.

I stroke.  I look for a cocksucker, hoping my naked friend will return the pleasure, but he’s busy jerking an older man.

The Voyeur comes back from the parking lot.  He’s still hard.  He sits across from me and waves his cock at me.  I ignore him for a moment, then get up and kneel between his legs.  I go to work, worried I’ll be there forever as he’s already shot once.  With him seated, I can really work on his balls.  My tongue down there makes his cock drip.  I clean him up and go back to the slightly musky ball sack.

CD Latino is watching.  He comes over with his tiny cock out.  The Voyeur does not suck cock (at least here) and pulls up CDL’s halter top and gnaws on his nipple.  This seems to make his cock even harder.  I go back to it—and in a few moments, I am swallowing my second load of the day.

I came to get off…and here I am taking the loads.

I sit in my usual seat, now vacated and watch the straight porn.

Two men arrive.  One is hot as fuck, in his 40’s and only interested in his phone.  The other guy is really rough looking, late 50’s and looks like the guys cast as thugs in 1940’s gangster flicks.  But he pulls out a dick that just keeps getting bigger and bigger as he strokes it to full hardness.  He looks right at me, showing it off.

I nod to him.  He nods back.  I hesitate.  The hot guy, is now watching us.  Big Dick makes a show on stroking his full length.  It’s hard to tell, but he’s at least as big as I am and maybe slightly longer.  I nod again.  This time he covers his cock instead of nodding back.

I ignore him and go back to the video. 

Big Dick stands up.  He strokes, showing off for the room.  My naked friend gets up and takes a step towards him, but the guy sits down and pulls his tee shirt over his cock. 

I stroke.

Big Dick makes eye contact with me once more.  I nod, with that ‘you want help?’ look.  He nods.  I stand—and the guy pulls up his shorts and races to the restroom—and then out the main door.  I look at my naked friend and we roll our eyes…

I stroke.

My naked friend gets the older guy off and they both leave.  Other men drift away, too.  This leaves just the handsome guy who, when I finally look at him again, has put his phone down and is kneading his crotch.  As I watch, he unzips and takes out a nice seven incher.  “Come suck me,” he hisses.

I go over.  I kneel.  I take him into my mouth.  He sighs.  I work on his shaft and burrow into his drooling piss slit.  He eventually stops me.  He stands and lets his pants crumple around his ankles.  He pushes his designer briefs down, too.  He sits back down.  I go right to his sweaty balls.  Fuck!  They taste good.  He groans as I suckle them into my mouth.  I spend a lot of time there, finally working back up his shaft.

“Finger me,” he whispers. 

I drool spit on my left-hand middle finger.  He hunkers down a little so I have easier access.  I touch his tight pucker.  His cock drools on my tongue.  I work inside him with a slight twist.  He is gasping now, his cock a fountain.

I am up to the first knuckle.  He is groaning.  Nonstop.

I push deeper into his ass as my throat takes every inch of him deep inside me.

My finger finds his prostate—and it is all over.  I pull up slightly as I want to taste his cum.  He holds the side of my head and shoots and shoots.  As he slowly subsides, I get the finger out of him and clean up his cock.

He thanks me and is off to the restroom and out the door.

I am now alone in the room.

I wait a bit, but no one arrives.

I think back over what happened this afternoon.  It has proved to be nothing like what I thought I wanted—but still great fun.

I wait a little longer—and leave to go fix dinner…