Saturday, December 3, 2022

Bookstore Saturday: “He Told Me to Watch for You…”

 Near home—November, 2022

When I got home from my disappointing Friday bookstore outing, I thought about going downstairs and taking matters into my own hands while watching some porn on the big screen television in the playroom.  But I didn’t.  Jerking off alone bores me.  I decided to save the load for someone on Saturday night.  I had recently been impressed with the Saturday night crowd at the bookstore closest to me—so I resolved to go there again…

 

Once again, there are lots of men milling around the two theatres.  There is also, once again, a higher percentage of men of color than I am used to seeing here.  I settle against the side wall in the straight room.  Now, jerking to attract men to come play with me, is jerking I enjoy.  I am soon rewarded with a regular, a greying bear around my age.  He kneels and sucks my cock.  He is good if not great.  Lovely warm up head.

“Don’t forget my balls.”

The Bear obediently moves down and begins to lick my swollen nut sack.  When I’ve had enough of that, a simple touch to the back of his head, moves him back up to my wet shaft.  When his knees tire, I thank him as I give him an arm to get him back to his feet.

“Nice dick.”

The voice is behind me.  I turn.  A young man, somewhere between 25 and 35 stands there.  He is rather short, dressed in light grey sweats, which contrast starkly with his ebony skin tone.  I smile at him.  He sits in the empty chair next to me.  It takes a few minutes, but soon his hand furtively takes my cock out of my hand and into his.  He strokes it for a few moments and whispers, “Damn.”

He lets go of it and turns to look at me.  “Did you let a guy around my age suck your cock the other night?”

“Lots of guys suck this dick, so maybe.”

“My age.  He would have taken you into one of those booths.”

I know just who he means, another Black young man who was desperate for my load.  He sucked me with great skill until he warned me that he was going to shoot himself.  I ended taking his load.  “Yeah, I think I know who you mean.”

“He told me all about you.  Told me to watch for you.”

“That’s hot.”

The young man touches my cock again.

“I want to suck you, too...”

“Go ahead,” I tell him.

“I can’t do it here.  Come to the booth.  Like he did.”

I shrug and do up my fly. 

We go out together—all eyes on us from the rest of the men in the room.  He opens the door to the middle of three preview booths.  I smile—it’s the same one.

The guy sits and pulls his sweat pants down.  His Andrew Christian underwear pouch is very full.  He takes out a long, thin dick.  He pulls on himself slightly as I open my fly.  “Let me suck that big white cock.”

I give it to him.  His mouth envelops me.  He’s good.  Wet.  A busy tongue.  No teeth.  I wonder idly if the two young men play together.  It would be hot to have the three of us in one room…

My mind is pulled back to the mouth on me.  He’s gone from the shaft to my balls.  As I watch, he slides from the bench to his knees.  He inhales deeply.  He groans and jerks himself harder as his tongue licks each hairy orb.

He stops.  “Please sit down—but pull those pants off.”

I open them and the old camouflage pants bunch around the tops of my boots.  I sit and spread my legs.  He grunts his appreciation.  His tongue is now all over my ball sack.  He even lifts them, once they are thoroughly wet, and tongues my perineum.  The more he licks, the faster he strokes.

“I really want your cum,” he murmurs.

I help this to happen by stroking my spit covered cock as he goes back to licking my nuts.  His tongue swabs them both once again.  His tongue now replaces my hand on my shaft.  Up it climbs, slowly, but ever higher.  Soon his mouth envelops my cock head. He takes me down his throat—and then bobs up and tongues my piss slit.

He pulls off.  My hands go to his shoulders and give him an encouraging squeeze.

“Daddy, likes Black boys?”

I nod. 

He jerks himself harder as he leans in to take me into his mouth again.  “Oh, shit.  I’m gonna cum.”  He stands up.  “Take my load…”

I lean forward.  I am just in time.  I get every drop of his huge, creamy offering.  I hold his balls so he can’t pull out, as my tongue gets every drop out of him.

“Shit…” he breaths.

“It’s fine.”

It makes me smile that he had no more self-control than his friend.  I take it as a compliment.

He pulls himself together fast. 

“Maybe next time you’ll get mine,” I tell him.

He nods.

“And say hello to your friend.”

He nods once again and is out the door.  I pull up my pants.  My cock will not go down.  I find the Bear, who started my night, in the dark corner of the gay cinema.  He needs little encouragement to go to his knees and suck me again.

In moments, he is getting my pent-up load…

 

I actually went back to the bookstore the next day after a playroom hook-up cancelled.  I would write up “Bookstore Sunday” if I remembered anything about that session…

2 comments:

  1. I can just picture both these young men working you over at the same time, their genuine enthusiasm was a huge turn on for them and me.

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    1. Welcome back! The two young men together would certainly help me get off with oral only!

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