Full Moon at the Bookstore

Near Home—July, 2018

It was the night of the July Full Moon (the Full Buck Moon, as a matter of fact.)  Does the moon really influence people?  I only know I have often had better than average sex on full moon nights.  And this was no exception.

I’m in the gay theatre.  I never leave there.  The porn is good:  Lucas Entertainment Bare.  I am stroking.  The room is electric.  There are maybe 5 of us here right now.  We are all stroking openly or kneading bulges through our trousers.  I have only just pulled my dick out.  I’m waiting a moment to see who’s going to make the first move—me or the hot Dad standing in the back corner stroking his uncut cock.

A man walks in the door:  African American, mid-40’s, with buzzed hair to the scalp.  He has a good body from work not the gym.  His work clothes accentuate the body they cover.  He looks like he just got off a shift at the plant.  The man looks around the room and walks over to me.  He unzips and pulls out a really thick dick. 

“Suck me.”

He’s not asking.  He’s telling me.  I slide out of the chair and suck his cock.  It’s a stretch.  He’s that thick.  He just stands there and lets me do my thing.  He really needs to get off.  He’s dripping from the moment I get him in my mouth.

Lots of tongue—on his cock head and his balls.  He loves me licking his sweaty sacks—it’s the only time he makes a noise of appreciation.  Eventually I swallow him back down—and he fires his load down my throat, shuddering with each blast.  I clean him up.  He touches my shoulder as a thank you, zips up and leaves.

I get up a little unsteadily.  I sit and take a swig of water.  The hot dad behind the door motions for me to come back to him.  I do.

“You must be good.  Suck me off, man.”

His hands find my shoulders.  He presses me down to my knees.  His dick is a piece of cake after the thick one I just had in my mouth.  I work his foreskin with my tongue.  He groans.  He grabs my ears and fucks my mouth. 

He shoots quickly.  He gets flustered, pulling out of my mouth fast and turning away so I can’t see his dick go soft.  I go back to my chair.

The Latino who always wants to be fucked (but never cleans out) gets up from his chair across from me.  He walks next to my chair.  I know he’s going to want to sit on my dick—but I’ve learned the hard way not to go there with him.  But no, he grabs the back of my head and pulls me down on his cock.  He must have been watching me.  He is horned to the point that I have another load in moments, with no work at all.

It’s been 20 minutes since the first man came in my mouth.  And he walks back into the theatre.  He makes right for me.  “Do me again.”

“Really?”

His answer is to simply open his work pants.  His cock is hard.  Maybe not as rock hard, but more than hard enough and ready to go.  It takes barely any longer and he gives me another big load down my throat.

Damn.

I rock back on my heels.  And pant.  I can’t believe my luck.

The room clears out.  And I am finally alone, stroking to the porn for about 10 minutes.

*****

The next man in is carrying far too much weight.  He can barely fit between the arms of the chair.  He licks his lips, looking at my cock.  I nod, but I don’t let him have it.

We watch the porn. 

I decide I want a mouth on me—and he’s here.  I get up.  Jesus.  His mouth is velvet.  He gives me incredible head.  Lots of tongue.  Great suction.  Repeated deep throats.  Over and over—my pubes grinding into his nose.  I finally stop and pull out.  His breathing has become really fast and it sounds like it hurts.  I sit back down and rather breathlessly, he thanks me.

Moments later the door opens.  It’s a man I’ve never seen.  He looks very big city—a stranger around here.  Fit, 40, a shaved head, tight white wife beater on a tanned torso.  And tats on his arms—mostly tribal. But, I soon learn, there is also one of a scorpion crawling down the back of his neck and onto his back. He sits for a moment, then:  “You’ve got to let me suck that cock.”

I wave my hand, silently saying it’s all his.  He is right there, kneeling between my splayed legs.  He’s great, too.  He starts on my balls.  And stays there, licking them, bathing them with an incredible amount of spit.  He carefully pulls them into his mouth—one then the other.  He instinctively knows most guys do it too soon and try for both—and that hurts. 

He pulls off my balls and looks at me for approval.  I stroke his shaved head as a thank you.  His eyes go all puppy-like and he makes the tiniest sound in the back of his throat.  Only then does he suck my cock.  And wonderfully.  He’s a fucking artist.  Even better than the velvet mouth I just had.  He works on just my flared head for the longest time.  Eventually he takes me to the root.

I’m pretty sure I know how I’m going to get off tonight.  He keeps sucking me even as the door opens.  The Black guy is back and following a hot young Ginger.  The Ginger—all gym muscle and showing it off in an A-shirt and shorts stops dead as he sees me getting head.  He watches a moment and comes over, sitting in the chair to my left.  The Black guy sits to the left of the Ginger.  Ginger wastes no time in opening his shorts.  He pulls out a nice seven incher.  He allows the Black guy to stroke it but his eyes are always on us. 

I can feel that Scorpion wants to suck the new arrival.  He looks up at me, questioningly.  I nod and gently push his head in that direction.  Scorpion crawls over and goes down on the younger man, who groans.  Ginger stands up.  His shorts fall to his ankles.  He has no underwear.  His pale, furry cheeks look so damn inviting.  Scorpion works harder with the new angle of sucking.

The Black guy cups one of the furry butt cheeks and indicates me to do the same.  I do.  They are so firm and furry.  I look at the Black guy—he nods.  I wriggle between the chair and the Ginger.  My tongue travels down his furry ass crack.  Ginger groans.  I find his tight pucker.  My tongue invades.

“Fuck…” croons Ginger.

“Eat him out,” says the Black guy.  “Get his hole wet and fuck him.”

Scorpion has picked up his tempo. 

“You want it?” I ask, pulling my tongue out of his ass.

“Fuck me with that big dick,” Ginger pants.

I don’t hesitate.  I stand up, lube my dick lightly, and push my big helmet head against his hole.  Ginger bends just slightly, enough for me to get in and to keep Scorpion on his cock.

I am balls deep easily.  This boy likes dick in his ass.  He’s instantly squeezing down on me—which must do wonderful things for Scorpion, too, making his cock swell with each squeeze. 

This is going to be a fast fuck.  I’ve been here a long time now.  And I want to breed this boy.  I begin fucking.  Hard.  The Black guy is flogging his dick, trying to get it hard again so he can go next, but his two cum shots are not letting it happen. 

I am pumping fast.  Scorpion is going to get a mouthful, I’m guessing.  I grab the boy’s hips and plow.  Scorpion pulls off Ginger’s dick and just supports him, as Ginger bends over more and grabs Scorpion’s shoulders.  I am pummeling him.

And I’m there.  I shoot.  Blast after blast up his hairy hole.  Scorpion dives for Ginger’s dick, which I can only assume is spurting, too.

We clean up.  Spent. 

I go out into the hot, airless night. 

The big full moon is right over my car.

Mixing the Loads

Northwest Indiana—July, 2018

I had the next Friday night off as well.  Which was perfect—it was the date of the house party that I have enjoyed so often in the past.  I drove through blinding rain to get there.  Traffic lights were out…and you could barely see if other cars were now treating the intersection as a four way stop.  But I made it.  I parked—and suddenly wondered if I’d come on the wrong night.  The house was in total darkness…

I get a text as I sit in the car, waiting for the rain to let up a little.  It’s the Cub, the PrEPster who I fucked here last month.  He asks if I’m in Indiana.  I tell him yes…and about to go in.  The rain has lessened a little.  I run/walk the dark sidewalk to the front door.  The door is open. 

The first thing I see is the host lighting candles.  He has no power.  It’s gone out moments before.  Little tea candles are everywhere.  About a dozen men are sitting there fully dressed—deciding if they are going to stay and play.  What the fuck?  It’s not like this is something we do in full light.  I strip to my jock and put my boots back on.  I go downstairs to see if anyone else has the same idea.

It is strange not to have the porn projected on the wall.  There is just enough light to negotiate around the backs of the couches there.  It’s darker yet in the back room.  I really can’t see at all.

Two pairs of hands are suddenly all over me.  Cock, balls, ass.  A mouth on my right nip.  My cock is instantly hard.  The jock pouch is pulled away by whoever is kneeling in front of me.  His mouth engulfs my cock.  The man to my side tries to worm a finger into my ass.  I knock that away and he kneels, deciding to eat my ass instead.  I am now sandwiched between two mouths hell bent on giving me pleasure.  I lean slightly, to give the rimmer an easier time.  I am pretty sure the man on my dick has taken out an upper plate—it’s a heavenly blowjob.

I grab his ears and begin to slowly fuck his face, grinding my ass against the tongue behind me on the backstroke.  I love the idea I haven’t a clue with who I’m playing—it just feels good.

At that moment, a guest arrives with a candle—afraid of the dark.  The men stop instantly the moment there is light in the room.  They scramble away.  I tell the new arrival “Thanks.”  He seems incapable of hearing the sarcasm in my voice…

*****

I go upstairs.  There is more light in the back bedroom.  Men stand around watching two hot young men trading blowjobs on the bed.  I drop to my knees in front of a hairy Daddy.  His seven incher is dripping pre-cum.  I swallow it down.  No sense in making a mess on the floor.  He grabs my head instantly.  He’s one of those who has to be in charge.  Fine.  I let him fuck my face.  His boyfriend moves around him and stick a finger up his partner’s ass. 

I get the load without any further work.

******

The Cub arrives.  He gives me a kiss and pulls me downstairs.  His reputation is known to more than me.  The guy I dubbed Harley, for it always looks like he parked his bike outside follows us, stroking his cock.  A versatile in his 30’s, with a beautiful tat on his torso and side also follows us down.  The four of us go to the back bed.  The Cub kneels and sucks each of us in rotation.  He starts with Harley, the smallest of the dicks.  He gets him dripping really fast—enough that Harley tells him to stop.  The Cub moves around to the Tatted Guy.  It’s a nice 7 incher.  The guy loves the attention.

The Cub pulls off him and sucks me.  Tatted Guy leans down and begins feeling up the Cub’s ass as I get sucked.  In moments, TG pulls the Cub off of me and commands him to get on the bed, doggy.  He spits on the ebony pucker and pushes his cock into him. 

“Fuck!” the Cub grunts.  “Fuck me with that raw cock.”

I kneel and give Harley some head as we are waiting.  He stops me, too.  But he keeps on stroking as he watches the shadowy fuck in front of his eyes.

“Next.”  Tatted Guy pulls out of him and moves to the side.  I clean his dick as Harley begins fucking the Cub at a much faster pace.  He pulls out of the tight pucker moments later, determined to last.

I go in.  Fuck.  They have opened his hole perfectly.  I fuck.  Long strokes.  Showing off my big dick to Tatted Guy, who has never seen it before, with each thrust.  I stop finally and let Tatted Guy back up the Cub.

He fucks him for a bit.  Then:  “I can’t cum this way.  Suck me off.”  This last part is to me.  He pulls out of the Cub’s ass and shoves his hard dick into my mouth.  Harley rams home in the Cub.  I don’t have to do much to TG—just run my tongue over his over swollen cock head.  He blows into my mouth with a cry.  I don’t swallow.

Harley convulses.  He’s shooting…but it’s manually, all over the Cub’s ass.  He moves out of my way, telling me to lick up his load.  There is just enough light to see the white cum on the black skin.  I begin reverse felching Tatted Guy’s load into the Cub—who knows just what I’m doing.  “He’s filling me with your cum,” he mumbles to Tatted Guy—who suddenly begins jerking his spent dick as he watches the scene in front of him.  Once my mouth is empty, I swab up Harley’s load.  I work that into him, too.

“Fuck me with all that cum!”

I stand up.  I literally glide into him.  I bottom out in a single stroke.  My pubes become a mass of mixed semen as my cock forces it out of him.  I churn the cum.  Over and over.  Harley takes a finger, swipes some of the mixed loads onto it and moves around to feed it to the Cub.  He sucks that finger like it was a dick.

I pull out.  I kneel and taste the mixed loads myself.

FUCK.

I stand up, push in and shoot.  Rope and rope of jizz blast into him.  A week’s worth of my own cum mixing with the other two loads…

*****

It was the shortest time I’ve ever spent there—but also one of the hottest.  For other House Party stories click the label link below.

Lights! Camera! Action!

Near Home—July, 2018

I continued to be able to take Friday nights off throughout my busy summer.  My schedule, whether by design or happenstance, was easier this year.  I was once again at the bookstore, nearest me.  It was a warm evening and the crowd was listless.

I know I let two different men suck on my dick as I sat in the gay theatre.  I remember nothing about them, which means they were likely regulars.

And then things changed.  The listlessness disappeared with two people walking through the door.

He walks in first.  Mid 40’s, tall and rather doughy.  Nothing special here.  He scouts out the five or six men in the room.  And to see if there is still a vacant chair.  There is.  He turns and holds the door open.  This is something new—all eyes turn to him. 

A young woman walks in.  Her black skin glistens with the heat of the night.  She is wearing a short denim skirt, a white blouse and tall boots.  She could be anywhere from 22 to 38.  Her black hair is piled high.  She strides in like she owns the place.  She loves the attention—enjoying the looks of shock or lust (which are being exhibited in pretty much equal measure by the men in the room.)  She struts by all of us and sits along the side wall opposite me, closest to the screen.  Her boyfriend/husband/john stays by the door watching her every move.

A man who loves to get his dick sucked by men, but instantly becomes straight if there is a real woman around, lets her get settled for about 10 seconds before he unzips and offers her his cocktail sausage.  She deigns to stroke it for a moment.  This emboldens him to ask to lick her pussy.  She spreads her legs, pulls a thong aside and…a cock the size of mine (or bigger) flops out.  The man literally does a double take.  Another guy gasps.  I grin and go back to stroking my cock.   To his credit, the man gets on his knees and tries to take the big dick down his throat.

A man from the corner comes over and offers her his more average sized dick.  I think she’s going to suck it, but she simply jerks him off in time to the blow job she’s getting.  Finally she lets go of the cock and twists away from the man trying to suck the big dick.

“No teeth,” she says. 

The man gets up, defeated.

She waves the big cock around to see if there are other takers.  I watch the indecision on one man who yearns for the dick, but you can see he’s not at home with the whole package.

 No takers.  I’m enjoying watching this show far more than the movie.

The woman/drag queen makes eye contact with boyfriend/husband/john.  He nods.  She slides out of her chair until she’s on all fours on the cum-stained floor.  And she crawls, like a big over grown cat, right to me.  Right between my splayed legs.  She looks up at me, her eyes asking for a taste of the cock I am holding tight in my slippery fist.

She tentatively licks my nuts.  I release my dick.

Like a flash, boyfriend/husband/john is at my side.  He whips out his phone.  “Can I film her sucking you?  No face.  Promise.”

“Go ahead.  Sure.”

She pauses—waiting.

The light on his phone comes on—white and stark.  And she commences. 

She makes a show of it for the camera.  Her hand comes up to give the audience an indication of how long I am.  She slaps my dick against her rouged cheek.  Finally she gets at it. 

She’s good.  But she relies on her hand far too much for my liking.  Her deep throat is great.  Every time I bottom out in her throat, her dick, which is hanging out below her short skirt, drools onto the floor.

She is working harder now.  Greedy and hungry.  She wants my juice for the camera.  I think I might actually give it to her.

“Cum for me,” she pants.

And that’s the wrong thing to say.  My orgasm recedes.  She spends a little longer on me, but then the light goes out.  The camera is off and she stands up.

He thanks me.  She is not pleased I didn’t deliver, but puts a big fake smile on her face as she pats my dick head and walks out the door.

Boyfriend/husband/john follows her instantly, pleading with her to wait up…

I look down at my dick.  It’s been a long time since I’ve had lipstick on my cock…

My Day Off with Derrick and Jacob

Western Michigan—July, 2018

It’s my first (and only) official full day off this summer.  And I’m spending it with Derrick and Jacob.  I am hard from the moment I wake up, all through the shower and as I eat my Rice Chex.  My erection subsides for a bit, but it plumps back up, creating a nice mound in my 501’s for the road trip to their house.  In no time I am in nothing but my briefs and socks, sitting on the couch in the study with Derrick beside me and Jacob at our feet.  None of us are in gear today…

“Get his underwear wet.” 

Derrick pushes his boy’s head off his own hardening cock and onto my cock mound covered by fabric.  Jacob does just as he’s told.  The pouch of my light grey briefs becomes very dark with his spit.  My cock head pushes above the waistband.  Derrick moves Jacob’s head so he is licking the protruding inches.  Soon the briefs are off and he is deep throating me—all but the last inch.

“Can you tell he’s been practicing on his toys?” Derrick says, a note of pride in his voice.  “He wanted to be able to please you—to take more of you.”

He certainly is.  He has never been so far down on me.  And it’s feeling great.  I pull him up and kiss him to show my appreciation.

We shift.  I have Jacob go back to sucking Derrick and I eat Jacob’s hole.  I don’t fuck him though.  We are all getting off on just being very oral.  Sometimes they are sharing my dick.  Or I am sharing Derrick’s with Jacob.  Sometimes I stand astride Derrick’s lap and fuck his mouth while Jacob is blowing him.  Then Jacob and I switch places.  All of us are dripping pre-cum like crazy.

I pull off Derrick’s cock.  “I need to fuck somebody.”

Jacob grabs the thin bench.  He kneels on it.  I go back to getting his hairy hole super wet.  Derrick jerks, sitting to the side.  Watching every move I make.  I tongue and spit more and more saliva into Jacob.  I stand up and push my dick, rather roughly, into his hole.  Jacob gasps and Derrick strokes harder.  I hold a millisecond and begin to fuck all the stress out of my body.  I finally slow down and pull out.  Derrick cleans my cock and takes Jacob’s place on the bench. 

I rim him as Jacob feeds him his hard dick.   I don’t spend as long on his hole.  I stand up and insert myself into him.  Maybe a little slower.  But balls deep in no time.  I fuck Derrick every bit as hard.  I don’t stop until I can’t catch my breath.

We all sit on the couch, arms and legs entwined.  “Get on the bench,” Derrick tells me.  I do it, eager for his tongue.  Derrick leans forward and eats my hole.   I am handed a bottle of poppers by Jacob.  Usually he would have his dick in my mouth, but he sits back on the floor by Derrick to watch his partner.  Derrick sits up, but before I can move, a tongue traces down the length of my damp ass crack.  It’s different.  I glance over my shoulder.  Derrick is whispering in Jacob’s ear—guiding him in how to eat my ass.  I’m dumbfounded.  I can’t believe it.  Jacob doesn’t eat ass.  Ever.  At least in my presence.  But he is doing a great job.  I let out a low groan. “Go on, look how he likes it,” Derrick murmurs.  Jacob is whimpering—a sound that tells me he is liking what he’s doing.  I don’t dare touch my dick.   I just kneel there on all fours and let him eat his fill.

Jacob finally stops.  I get up.  Shaky.  I pull him off Derrick’s lap and kiss him, tasting my hole on his tongue and telling how surprised and pleased I am.  “Did you practice that, too?” I ask.

“Naw,” says Derrick.  “Just in the moment…”

*****

We go downstairs.  I tell Jacob to get in the sling.  I want to thank him.  I eat his hole until he’s moaning.  Derrick is trussing his hands to the chains behind his head. 

I rear up and fuck.  Loudly.  The sound of my hips slapping his butt fills the room.

I grab a small dildo.  I work it into place.  I add my dick.  Jacob groans.

I grab a medium sized dildo.  I lube it and replace the small one with it.  My dick gets added again.  Jacob is full.  And loving it.  So is my cock.  I fuck and fuck.  Fast and slow.  I pull out, leaving the toy in place.  I add the small toy and stretch his hole some more.

He’s ready for my fist.  I fuck him again, first.  I leave my dick in him as I grease my hands.  He watches me, panting.  Two fingers slip in around my cock.  I pull that out and my hand, with a small twist, is embedded in him.  One hand, then the other.  He is long past the three-fists-and-he-cums stage.  He takes them alternately with ease.

I grease up my dick once more.  I slide it into Jacob.  I fuck him.  My right hand goes into him…and then my dick.  I think this is the first time with him.  My fingers are wrapped around the shaft of cock deep in his ass.  I hold the hand still and fuck into him.  Through my circled fingers.  I lean down, my voice low:  “I am fucking you with my fist in you.  My fingers are wrapped around my dick deep inside.”

Bam.  He explodes all over his hairy abs and chest.

I work my hand and cock out…but put my cock back in him.  I begin giving him a piss load.  No, a massive piss load.  Every drop of water I’ve drunk since I got there is going up his ass.

“Oh, yeah….Yeah!!”  He loves the hot liquid filling him up.  Finally I run dry.  I fuck in it for a moment.  I kneel and tell him to feed me.  He contracts his hole and blasts a jet of my hot piss back into my mouth.  The rest is too deep.  I can’t get any more out of him.

“Put him on the rimseat,” Derrick suggests.

I get under it.  Jacob sits.  My mouth clamps around his hole and he empties a cascade of piss into my mouth.  Warm, wet and wonderful.

I am next in the sling.  Derrick rims me.  Jacob too, when he comes back into the room.

It is time for me to fuck Derrick.  We change places.  I eat his hole and Jacob all but smothers Derrick with his pits. 

I fuck him.  Long, fast and hard.

The hands begin in rotation.  At one moment I think I am doing to double fist him.  Instead I add my cock and fuck through my circled fingers.  Derrick jerks like crazy.  Just as I’m thinking I can’t fuck any longer, he shoots.

I proceed to give him some of the now recycled piss.

And he recycles it to back to me, too, my mouth clamped around his puffy manhole…

(There are pictures of this encounter on one their phones—but D & J are half a world away right now.  I’ll see what I can do once they return.)

Fourth of July Fireworks

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