Clearing Out the Bookstore

Near Home—August, 2018

Of course the hot scene from the last post made me go back to the bookstore.  I went back at the same time, just after lunch to get the end of any noontime crowd and I could stay long enough to see if any men arrived on their way home from work.  The parking lot was about half full.

I piss and enter the straight cinema.  Dead ahead of me, a hot guy who looks like he should be coaching Little League is getting head from a man my age.  The Coach’s legs are spread wide, his shorts around his ankles.  I can’t see much of the cocksucker but he is giving his all to get a load out of this hunk.  Two other men, one on the couch and one against the wall, are stroking to the scene in front of me.  I choose a chair opposite the Coach to watch him and not the movie.  He nods at me.  I nod back.  He ruffles the cocksucker’s hair in a “good boy” gesture.  The cocksucker picks up the pace.

I stroke.  The Coach watches me as much as he watches the man bobbing up and down on his cock.  I think he must be close.  Instead of giving him the load, the Coach touches the sucker on the shoulder and asks for a break.  The cocksucker stands up, thanks him and turns.  It’s my friend and fuck bud Tyler—who throws an occasional motel party and, more often, invites me to use his ass with another top.  I haven’t seen him lately due to some health concerns of his—but he looks like he’s back in great shape.  He catches my eye and comes over.

“Let me help.”  He kneels and gives me the same expert head he was giving the Coach.  I smile over at the Coach.  He nods—saying wordlessly that he knows just what I’m feeling.  In fact, he comes over and sits in the chair next to me to watch.  His eyes are riveted to my big dick disappearing down Tyler’s throat.

Tyler sucks until he needs to give his knees a break.  He sits on the other side of me, panting and kneading his cock through his clothes.

I look at the Coach.  “Do you mind if I suck it?”

He stands up, so I can stay seated.  It’s a big dick—a nice seven + incher, but thin enough I can take it easily down my throat.  He loves my tongue and sighs out loud every time it runs over his piss slit.  Tyler goes to suck the man on the couch.  The man against the wall comes and sits in the Coach’s chair to watch/stroke as I blow the Coach. 

The Coach’s balls are tightening now.  He gets even harder.  He pulls out.  “I don’t want to cum yet.  I want to enjoy some more mouths.”  He leaves the room for the arcade. 

I look at the grey haired man who’d been watching me.  His cock is rock hard.  I slide to the floor and get a load with very little work.  His grunts make the man on the couch fire into Tyler’s mouth.

Tyler comes back to me as I sit down and goes down on me again.  He works on my balls a lot.  They are sweaty now and he over looked them the first time.

The Coach comes back.  He sits back down in the chair to watch Tyler suck my cock.  When Tyler pauses a moment, the Coach asks if he can try sucking me.  I stand up and let him take my dick in his mouth.  He has absolutely no technique at all, but it’s hot watching my dick enter his handsome face.  Tyler has gotten up and is pressed against my back, twisting my nips as I let the Coach give me head.

He pulls off me, panting.   Tyler pats my ass and goes off to the gay theatre.  I hear the sounds of sex over there the moment he enters the room.

I sit down.  The Coach leans over and hefts my wet dick.  “I would love to try that up my ass sometime.”  I am surprised, but try not to show it.  “But not today.  You want this load?”  I slide to my knees and once again take him in my mouth.  Sucking my cock has gotten him really close.  I work for a very short time on his hot cock before he blasts a massive load into my mouth.

*****

Tyler comes back in. 

He sucks me.

I suck him.  He can’t believe he suddenly gives me a load.  “I never shoot twice,” he says, with a little wonder in his voice.  I don’t know where the first load went…

Tyler goes to explore the arcade.

I suck an older man who never gets fully hard—but it doesn’t stop him from cumming.

*****

Tyler comes back in.  “I think we’ve sucked off the entire bookstore.  No one’s left.”

He gives me a hug and says he’s headed home.  He leaves. 

I stroke for a bit, never having left the straight side.

The place does indeed seem to be empty.

The young guy, the one who took me to the booth and stripped totally naked, comes in.  He grins and grabs my hand.  He leads me back to the same booth.  I silently curse myself.  The Magnums are still in my gym bag, not in my pocket.

I lock the door, but he’s already taking off his clothes and folding them into a neat pile on his sneakers.  I undo my pants and let them fall to my ankles.  I sit, stroking.  Once naked, his mouth replaces my hand.

He sucks me.  With great attention.  He burrows in to get my balls wet again.

I admit to not having the condoms with me.  And he hasn’t brought any either.

“You want me to eat your ass again?”

He nods, gets up and kneels on the bench.  He’s more relaxed this time.  His hole opens easily and I go deeper than I did before.  He is squirming.  Jerking.  Moaning.

“Put your fingers in me,” he grunts out as he flips over on his back.  He holds his legs up, arms wrapped around his knees.  I spit on my index finger and slide it into him.  He is hot and very wet from my tonguing.

“More,” he gasps out.

I add my middle finger along with my index.  By the third stroke I have three fingers in him—about the width of my cock.  He jerks his cock.  His eyes are screwed shut as I can only imagine he’s trying hard to make believe my fingers are really my cock. 

I know I am touching his prostate.  His cock drools every time I do it.  Finally he asks me to stop—he doesn’t want to cum yet.

“Do you want to shoot?” he asks, as he scrambles around, back to his knees.

I nod—and begin jerking my dick, with the fingers that had been up his butt.

“Cum all over my face,” he whispers.  “Shoot on me.  Cover me.” 

I am replaying all my play today.  Tyler sucking me.  Me sucking Tyler and the others.  Taking the Coach’s load…

“Shoot it in my mouth.  I want…”

He never finishes.  Rope after rope of my cum covers his face.  His hair.  Some drips off his nose and onto his tongue.

 I look down to the floor—he’s shot, too.

(I have linked three earlier episodes with Tyler, as they are now some time ago, in the text above.  And one for our young stripper, too...)