Monday, January 2, 2023

A Busy Black Friday at the Bookstore

 Near Home—November, 2022

I have found that Black Friday, the shopping day after Thanksgiving, is often a very good day at the bookstore.  Husbands seem to disappear to fill the theatres—leaving wives in the department stores.  I went to the bookstore in the afternoon—and the place was packed…

 

I go into the straight theatre first.  There is not a chair to be had.  I stand against the back wall.  Men are groping themselves, but not stroking.  I don’t see action on the horizon anytime soon, so I go next door.  There are a number of men here, too, but I can still get a chair.  A bear of a man is in the cocksucker’s seat.  I recognize him from previous visits.  He is choosey about who he plays with—either in his mouth or on his cock.  I know I am too old for him.  Others scattered around the room look promising.  I unbutton and stroke myself to hardness.

The door opens.  A young man comes in, heavily bundled up for the cold day outdoors.  He stands next to the cocksucker’s seat, but on the side away from the door.  He begins to shed his puffy down jacket.  But he doesn’t stop there.  His shirt comes off.  There is a tat in the middle of his chest.  Now I recognize him—he’s a great fuck I have had here before.  Shoes are kicked off. His pants drop to the floor.  He is now naked, but for socks.  He smiles at me, and walks toward me, his cock hardening.  As he reaches me, he turns while grabbing the back of my neck.  He pulls my head into his full butt cheeks, knowing what we both like.  He bends and I am tonguing his damp, hairy hole as he is sucking someone.  I can’t see—I can only hear him giving noisy, wet head.  The naked young man groans around the cock in his mouth as I open his hole.

Suddenly he pulls away.  The guy he is sucking has sat down on the other half of the cocksucker’s seat.  The young guy goes to his knees, ass beautifully arched so I can continue.  I go to my knees behind him and continue the rim job.  I can’t get enough.  The man he is sucking is panting.  I rear up to insert my bare cock in his wet hole.  The suckee pulls out of the young man’s mouth—and shoots his load on the head and face of the boy.  My boy rears up and fires off his own load all over the floor.  I pray he is good for a fuck after he shoots…but he’s not.  He gets dressed fast, still mopping at the spunk on his face.  He shoots me a smile and heads out the door along with the man he blew.

The room returns to normal—though more guys are openly stroking now.

“Let me suck your cock.”

I look around.  It is the guy in the cocksucker’s seat.  I guess his limits have expanded.  I stand up and let him get my dick wet.  He sucks well.  He jerks himself with the same rhythm as what he’s doing to my cock.  His mouth tires before I do.  I sit back down.

An older gentleman asks to take a turn.  I give him a hand so he can get to his knees.  Fuck! He proves to be really toothy.  All these years of sucking cock—and his technique is still not very good.  I finally have to ask for a break.  I help him get back up—and go piss, really to inspect my cock to see if he’s nicked me…

*

I check the straight side.  A few less men—but they don’t seem to be players (or regulars.)  I go back to the gay cinema.  The Bear who was in the cocksucker’s chair is on his knees, giving head to a man sitting in the seat where he had been sitting.  The twin seat also holds another man stroking and watching the guy next to him get sucked.  I shrug and go to my knees and take the watcher in my mouth.  I like we are side by side cocksuckers. 

“You swallow?” asks my guy.

I grunt out something affirmative.  I notice the guy that the Bear is sucking is quite young.  My guy is around my age and with a tiny cock—but as I think that, that tiny dick, with balls to match, gives he a huge load.  This inspires the younger guy next to him to shoot, too.  The suckers are both cum whores.  We clean our respective cocks up so they barely need to be mopped dry before they get put away…

The room is clearing.  The Bear gets back on the seat once the young man leaves.  I go back to my chair.

We stroke.

“I need to get out of here.  You want my load?”

I nod.  It takes the Bear just moments to shoot.  He thanks me and leaves.

“That was hot.”

A guy appears from the shadows.  He is around 30, tall and thin with a long, bushy beard.  But a hipster one—not Grizzly Adams.  He looks like a teaching fellow-type of guy at the local university.  He is openly stroking a nice seven incher.

I offer to suck him.

“Thanks, but no.  I’m just looking.”  He gives his cock a few more tugs before putting it away and leaving.

I am now alone in the room.  I watch the movie.  Then I do myself up and go next door.  The straight room has thinned, too.  The Hipster is leaning against the back wall and stroking.  I join him.  He seems totally cool with this.

“This is really my thing,” he whispers, gesturing towards the screen.

A young, petite woman is being sodomized by a massive Italian stud. The Hipster strokes furiously as the guy on the screen pulls out of her ass and makes her clean his cock.

“That is so filthy…” my stroking buddy whispers.

We jerk in silence for a bit.  I look around the room.  One other man is stroking, but never making eye contact with anyone.  I shrug and go next door.

A regular is in the corner behind the door.  We nod to each other.  I stand next to him.  He goes down on me—for a long time.  Starting with balls and working up the shaft.

The door opens.  The Hipster is back.  He stands on the side wall watching me get sucked.  And stroking himself.  I grab the sucker’s ears and begin to face fuck him.  The Hipster strokes faster.

Finally, the knees of my sucker wear out.  I help him up.  His cock, which he has been stroking as he worked on me, looks very red in the dim light.  I drop to my knees and go down on him. He fills my mouth in moments.  I clean him up.

“You do that so damn well,” he says and he shoves it back into his pants.  He pats my elbow and takes off.

Hipster and I stroke.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Suck me.  If you want.”

I go to my knees.  His cock is long and thin.  I take him to the root in the first moment.  “Holy fuck,” he sighs.  I pull back up and tongue the head.  It’s hot thinking he doesn’t let guys do this to him (even if it’s a total lie!)  My hand goes to try to find his balls, but they are hidden by too much fabric.  He is wearing board shorts—even with the cold day.  My hand goes up them.  I find fishnet-feeling underwear.  Well, well.  My hand finds his hairy nuts and I stroke them as I suck.  I work the balls out the opening of the shorts so I can lick them.  He loves this and tells me so.  I work back up his shaft and swallow his cock again.

That’s it.  He grabs my shoulders to hold me in place.  As if I’m going anywhere.  He fires spurt and spurt of cum into my mouth and throat.  He wilts against the wall.  I clean him up.  He tenses, but wills himself not to push me away, though he’s so sensitive.  But he lets me.  And thanks me.

I stand up.

“I would love to see you shoot.”

I can’t imagine finding anything or anyone else at this point.  I lean against the wall and stroke.  His hand tentatively touches my balls.  And the cum arcs out of my cock and splats on the linoleum…

2 comments:

  1. Lovely story. It makes me want to travel to where you are, and get a hotel room, so you can take me to these magical places. :)

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    1. 'Magical' is not the word I'd use. These are regular guys--not the cast of the latest Lucas Entertainment vid--but they do like to play.

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