“Just Sit There and Take It”

Near Home—August, 2108

My work schedule was slightly better by August, but was still intense enough that the bookstore remained the easier option than trying to coordinate schedules with others.  My evenings were full, so I was there on a weekday afternoon.

The parking lot is promisingly three quarters full.  I pay, I piss and go into the straight theatre.  There sits the man in the straw hat who on a previous visit has given me head—and a huge load.  Today it’s no different.  But his work on me is much shorter as he’s ready to shoot the moment my dick goes in his mouth.  I swallow and watch him leave.

I sit back on the couch.  It is showing major signs of wear.  There are several other men in the room—but they are intent on the screen and not cruising.  I am on the verge of heading to the gay side when the door opens. 

It’s the elfin man who I last saw in June.  On that post I wrote:  “He is younger than I am, anywhere from 40 to 55.  The dim light makes him look younger yet.  He has that Peter Pan quality so many aging gay men acquire with a lot of moisturizer and a set gym routine.”   My dick perks up as I remember how he rode my raw cock here on the couch.

He nods at me.  Without a word, he kneels and takes me into his mouth.  He is as good as I remember.  He goes deep and every time he pulls up, leaving just my head in his mouth, he looks up at me.  I smile the first time, nod the next…and when he does it the third time, I push his head back down my length.  He gags and pants—and grins.  My cock is awash with his deep throat spit.

My cock sucker pauses to undo his pants.  He takes out his cock which is only slightly hard.  He uses some of his spit to try to get it to erect.  He gives up and goes back down on me.  He gives up stroking it after awhile and just gives me the best possible head.

He stands up.  He digs in his pocket and pulls a bottle of poppers.  And a Magnum.  I’m surprised, but I say nothing.  He’s never used a condom on me before.  He uses the deep spit as the lube on my dick.  He rolls it down me.  I give him my lube for the latex.  He applies it liberally and hands it back to me.  He turns around—and lowers himself down onto my cock.

The deep spit is making it feel as good as a wrapped dick in a wet hole can feel.  He rides me but is surprised. when he finally pulls off me, that I’m not that hard.  He looks at me:  “Condoms do that to you?”

“Yeah.”

He rips it off and goes down on me again.  I’m soon hard.

The door opens. A younger guy I don’t know comes in.

“Help me with this,” my cocksucker says to the new man, pulling off my cock and waving it at the man in the doorway.

He doesn’t take even a moment to decide.  He kneels next to the elfin man.  They share my cock. 

One, then the other, takes me all the way down.  The new guy is maybe 35 years old and a spare six footer.  Mid suck, he rips off his t-shirt, showing off massive rings in his nipples.  My hands begin working them—every time he is the one going down on me.

The older guy turns to the younger one:  “You wanna take this dick in your ass, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yeah.”  He stands up and steps out of his jeans.  He’s wearing designer backless underwear.

“You want a condom?"

“Fuck no, man.”  He spits on my dick, smears it around the head and turns around.  He guides my dick into his hole. 

“Jesus,” I yelp as he his buns grind into my pubes.  His ass is tight and seems incredibly warm after the condomed fuck. 

Peter Pan stays on his knees, his eyes watching my raw dick split this guy open. “How do you like that cock?” he asks him.

“He’s really big….I feel so fuckin’ full.”

He is impaling himself on me again and again.

“Let me stand up and bend you over,” I suggest.

“Just sit there and take it,” he tells me.  He grinds down on me.  This guy has great muscle control.  His hole is milking me like crazy.  He’s riding me faster and faster.

I am pretty sure I’m going to shoot—I feel like I have no control at all.

He must be able to feel my cock getting even harder.  He speeds up.  His hole tightens even more.

I am now fucking up into him.  I can only think about shooting my seed.  Spurt after spurt.  I try to choke back a roar as I begin to unload.  I fill his hot mancunt until it is dripping out of him.  He slows down and holds still.  He waits a moment, still milking my cock.  Then he pulls off me.  He bends and turns to clean my cock.  He tongues my dick and Peter Pan licks my balls at the same time.

I writhe in an exquisite post orgasmic moment.

“Go ahead,” he tells me, pulling off my cock.  “Breathe again.”

I try.

The double pierced guy moves up to sit beside me.  We kiss.  I taste my cum and his hole on his lips.  My left hand finds his puffy asshole, dripping with my cum.  I finger it as we kiss. 

“Guess you liked that,” Peter Pan says to both of us.

“I knew I wanted him,” Pierced Guy says, “the moment I saw his boots…”