Tuesday, September 7, 2021

A Brief Bookstore Bang

 Near Home—June, 2021

I did my work contract—and eleven days later I was finally back at the bookstore…

 

I have arrived slightly earlier than usual.  From the number of men in the theatres, I seem to have caught the last of the late afternoon crowd and the beginnings of the evening group.  I sit in the straight theatre, off to the side.  I have interrupted a man getting head as he stands at the back wall.  The moment I sit, the two go at it again.  Noisily.

Other men are scattered around.  Some even jerking.  It feels pre-pandemic.

I get out my cock.  The movie is good and I spring to full erection easily.  I don’t have long to wait.  A short, bald man, currently masked, but is still recognizable as a frequent sucker of mine.  He nods and kneels.  The mask inches up and he takes me down his throat.  He’s good.  As long as he doesn’t use his hands.  For some reason, he loves to squeeze my dick in a stranglehold.   

But he’s being careful tonight.  He likes to show off to the others that he is sucking me.  He groans and sighs for the audience.  And takes my entire length down his throat.

The door opens.  Two men, around my age, come in.  I don’t recognize these two.  They seem to be a couple.  They make a beeline for us.  

“Look at that cock.  You need to try that out, Jerry.”

Jerry, who’s slightly shorter, nods and kneels next to the man sucking me.  This puts my current sucker off.  He gets up, sighing loudly.  Jerry goes down on me.  And he’s better.  Or at least his tongue is more active.  His partner makes encouraging noises about sucking me as he unzips.  I watch the new sucker work and ruffle his hair as a thank you. A hard dick slaps my cheek.  The partner wants to be in my mouth.  I open and take the thick cock, dripping pre-cum.

Another man comes over to stroke to the three of us.  The guy in my mouth is letting me take charge—I am rather glad he is not trying to fuck my throat, given the girth.  The guy in my mouth tells Jerry to lick my balls.  He does—and strokes the wet shaft with a light touch.

“You should try this dick,” says Jerry, coming up for air.

They switch places.  The new guy is a decent cocksucker—but nothing special.  Jerry unzips and lets me take his rather small dick in my mouth.  He groans and then chats to his partner about my cock.

The guy sucking me stops, holding me around the base of the shaft.  “You want this up your ass, don’t you?”  He waves my cock at Jerry.

“Can I?”  He asks his partner.

“Do you fuck?” asks the man on the floor.

I tell him I do.

Jerry is a flutter.  He pulls out of my mouth and steps out of his walking shorts and designer underwear.  He leaves his retro Hawaiian shirt on but open.  I stand up.  Jerry’s partner stands up and ditches his cutoffs, too.  Jerry bends and I go to my knees to rim.  Jerry sighs and takes his partner’s dick in his mouth.  I don’t linger long licking his ass.  He’s obviously come to the bookstore ready for this very thing. 

I stand up.  “You want this raw?”

I get a “Yes,” from Jerry and a “You can breed him,” from his partner.

I go in slowly.  I’m big enough that Jerry has to stop sucking and concentrate.  He relaxes.  I feel him open—and I slide all the way in.  Surprisingly, the man who was stroking to us, goes to his knees.  Jerry’s partner shares his cock with him.  He goes back and forth between the two mouths.  He gives Jerry more of it—really wanting to see his partner take both our dicks at the same time.

And suddenly Jerry starts to cum—letting it splat on the floor.  He is shooting with each stroke I give him. 

This causes his partner to explode in Jerry’s mouth.  And then pull out and give two last spurts all over Jerry’s face.  The other guy on his knees cleans the spent cock as Jerry stands up and pulls off me.

They both tell me thank you as they wipe down and struggle back into their clothes.  The other sucker leaves first.  The couple go out—still chatting.

I wash up and piss.  I go to the gay theatre—no one.

I go back to the straight one.  The men have vanished.

I wait. 

No one is around

It was a great 15 minutes---and nothing else happens the rest of the night.

5 comments:

  1. Sounds like a hot time. Everyone shot. Did you get to finish at least? I know in the past I've never expected to shoot just because it takes longer for me. But every now and then someone with a really talented mouth would get me there.

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    1. I did not get off that night....as it does take me a long time.

      Thanks for the kind words about the writing. There are a lot of posts here for you to catch up on.

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  2. By the way, I just discovered your blog. I'm loving it so far. excellent writing.

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  3. I'd happily settle for 15 minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of mediocrity. Thanks for sharing. Got me hard. :)

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    1. You bet. I would agree with your statement....I just tend to forget that sentiment when the balls end up blue...

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