Invasion of the Strokers

 Near Home—July, 2024

 

Once again, I went off to the bookstore closest to home—the one that had the drunk driver demolish the two theatres and where both screens are now in one room.  I have been watching how the men are reacting to slightly less privacy.  Some hate it, of course.  Others thrive on showing off.  Some are just shy about starting something…

 

There are four men in the room when I walk in.   I sit where I can see both screens with a simple turn of my head.  To my surprise, every one has their cock and are stroking it.  I pull out mine.  We all eye each other and the screens.  I am on the point of making a move as the door opens.

It is the Road Worker, the hot guy who is working on the major expressway.  He instantly pulls out his dick and jerks to the straight porn.  I nod to him.  He either ignores me or misses it.  A blond man, closer to Road Worker’s age moves next to him.  It takes a few minutes, but soon the blond is stroking RW’s dick.  RW closes his eyes and leans back, enjoying the hand moving up and down his shaft.

This heartens an older guy to sit next to me.  He jerks my dick.  I need to tell him to ease up, he’s gripping too tightly.  He does—and it becomes a nice diversion as I watch the other pairing.  For Road Worker is now jerking the Blond simultaneously.  And it is making him moan.  Suddenly he stands up and shoots all over the floor.  The Blond stays as far away from the squirting dick as possible.  Both go to the bathroom to wash up.  Road Worker leaves.

The man stroking me also leaves.  The Blond sits opposite me and eyes my cock.  But a cubbish guy, sitting next to me, beats him to my dick.  He reaches over and takes over from my own hand.  He is an instinctive stroker—and isn’t shy about my pre-cum.  He loves to smear it over my dick head with his thumb.

The Blond strokes another man closer to his age, sitting in full view of us.

I look at the Cub.  He is playing with his cock at the same time.  It is a true micro penis, attached to massive balls.  I reach and replace his fingers on his wet dick head.  He moans.  After a few minutes, I ask if I can suck him.  He hesitates—and then nods.  There is not much to work with, but I am totally turned on by how much precum he is making.  I lick his slit, and then his balls.  This makes his cock run like the proverbial faucet.  I lick it all up.  He shakes as if he is having a full orgasm—and maybe he is.  I lick him clean.  He stays a moment then takes off, whispering a thank you in my ear…

*

Thirty minutes goes by.  The Blond stroker has done me now.  He stopped when he realized that I wasn’t going to shoot.  He is on a much younger man down, Latin and hot.  A man I wish I was sucking or vice versa.

There are all new men scattered around.  All but one of the new arrivals has their dick out.  And two of them are stroking their seat mate.   

We hear the new arrival before we see him.  A motorcycle roars into the parking lot and must park right by the outside wall where I’m sitting.  In moments, a bearded guy, in a biker’s vest, denim shorts and biker boots, walks in.  He sees my dick and sits next to me.  In moments, he breaks the stroker’s spell on the room and kneels, taking me into his mouth.  I hear his shorts open and he jerks as he gives me some really great head.  Or maybe it’s average, as it’s the only head I’ve gotten today.

His knees tire.  He comes up for air, grinning.  He has a wet seven-incher in his fist.  I go to my knees and return the favor.  But I get a load.  Fast.  It tastes of nicotine and I swallow quickly…

*

Fifteen minutes later. 

Fewer men.  There is now the baseball hat guy who usually chats to the manager.  He is actually in the room and stroking.  A Black man I’ve known for years comes in.  He and I always exchange blow jobs.  He makes a beeline to sit next to me.  He goes down on me first and then I do him.   I look up as I feel movement.  Baseball Cap has stuck his dick in the mouth of the guy I’m sucking.  Blond Stroker comes over and plays with chests of all those involved, but always with one hand on his cock, keeping it away from our three mouths.

It is a mini explosion of actual sex.  The three of us keep trading off on who is sucking or getting sucked.  One of us is always seated with a man between our legs and the other man, standing and in our mouth.  I love the rotation.  As, seemingly, do the other two.  We must do some variation of it twice.  But it is not leading anywhere.  We are all men who take a long time to shoot. 

Finally, dinner sounds better.  I leave, saving my load for another day…