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.