"Unless I Sit on Him"

 Near Home—July, 2023

 

It took me a couple of days to get horned again after the piss party on Saturday night.  By the next Tuesday afternoon, I went to the bookstore nearest to me.  There were a few cars in the lot, but not many.  I still enjoy that feeling of anticipation you get as you walk in—wondering who is there and what you will find…

 

The straight theatre is all but empty.  One man, sitting alone and near the screen, is certainly there for the video, even the one that is showing, which is all talk as they ‘set up the scene.’  I go over to the gay side.  There are two men here, but the video is hot.  A bareback three way is happening on the big screen television with men old enough to actually know what they are doing.  I sit next to the wall by the door.  The cocksucker’s seat is occupied by a guy in his late 30’s.  He seemingly has his eyes shut.  The fly to his pants is open and his flaccid dick hangs to one side.  The other man is stroking a hot seven incher.  He has a long beard (though he is not the man I’ve mentioned with a long beard before.)  This beard is hipster cut, not a mountain man.  He is likely in his late 30’s early 40’s.  He has long legs splayed toward the screen and looks as thin as my build.  He nods to me and turns his attention back to the screen.

We both stroke.

The door opens.  A man around my age enters.  He looks familiar, but I can’t place him.  Certainly not a regular here.  He stands behind me.  Looking at me.  I glance back when I hear his zipper open.  The porn has worked on him, too.  His dick is average, but hard.  And it’s suddenly right by my mouth.  I suck him.  He seems to be in a hurry.  He fucks my face instead of letting me doing any of my tongue work.

He explodes.  I swallow.

He leans over as he zips up.  “You used to come to my house,” he tells me, naming the next city over.  I vaguely remember, but nod knowingly.  If I did, it has been over 15 years ago, certainly not in the time I have been writing it all down.

He goes out the door with a bang.  This wakes the guy in the cocksucker’s seat.  He looks around him, sees the two hard cocks and his own stands up.  Hipster Beard gets up and feeds the young man his dick.  My attention is now divided between the porn on screen and the porn in front of me.  I hear the sound of a very wet cock sucking and the sighs from Hipster Beard.

HB pulls out of his mouth and turns to me.  “You should try his mouth, man.”  He steps to the side as I stand up.  The young guy’s eyes widen as he sees me approach.  He sucks me, hungrily, making small noises in the back of this throat.  HB stands to the side, jerking his cock as he watches.

The guy is sure not sleeping anymore.  He knows just how to suck a big cock.  His teeth are covered; he seems to have no gag reflex as he takes me to the root again and again.

He pulls off me.  “Sit here, I want a better angle.”

I love what he’s been doing, but I sit.  The young guy proceeds to strip naked but for socks.  He has a lithe frame.  He kneels between my splayed legs.  His mouth engulfs my cock.  It’s like he’s unhinged his jaw.  It’s my turn to groan.

I come back to reality as Hipster Beard slaps my cheek with his wet cock.  I turn slightly and begin to suck him.  Hearing this, the young man begins to work even harder on me.  Hipster Beard is moaning as my tongue investigates his dripping piss slit.

I tug on the young man’s head.  He knows just what I want.  He comes up to lick the balls that dangle out of Hipster Beard’s fly.  Moving as one, we suck and lap on this guy.  We shift so I go to the balls and the young man’s Hoover of a mouth engulfs the seven incher.  I keep thinking one of us is going to get a load of cum any time now—but Hipster Beard seems to have great control.

“I want to get fucked.”  The young man pulls off the cock in his mouth and stands up.

“Do you want to open him up?” I ask HB.

He shakes his head.

“I don’t think I can take daddy first.  Unless I sit on him.”

“Do it,” says HB, stroking his cock.

I grease up.  The young man straddles me and lowers his ass onto my cock.  He works me in slowly, making his own cock ooze as he does it.  He is damn tight.  I wish I had more control.  He slowly bottoms out and holds it there for a long time, panting.  Once he’s ready, he begins to bounce.  It feels terrific.  Hipster Beard moves around to watch from behind.

“Take all that fat cock, whore.  Fuck yourself on him.”

I silently wonder if these two know each other, but I don’t ask.  I just sit there and let him keep impaling himself on my engorged cock.  Soon enough, the leg strain from the bounce is too much.  He reluctantly pulls off me and stands to the side.

I get up.  “Kneel on the chair,” I direct.  He does.  I eat his fucked hole as Hipster Beard’s cock goes back in his mouth.  I rear up and fuck him.  I’m in control of his tight hole now.  He is grunting around the cock in his mouth. 

I look at Hipster Beard.  He has his eyes closed.  I know he’s close.  I speed up my stroke.  And suddenly I am there.  I shoot.  Hipster Beard groans at the same time.  I don’t know who shot first—but the young man has both of his holes filled with cum…