A New Night = New Men

 Near Home—July, 2024

 

I had picked up a short work gig for the middle of July.  It changed my playtime radically as my afternoons were now about the job.  I was finally able to play by Saturday night, a very different time to my usual afternoon bookstore jaunts.  I expected to see new faces.  For better or worse, I certainly did…

 

I open the door.  A trim bear is across the room from me, jerking a very average dick.  Scattered around the room are three cross dressers.  (I use this term deliberately, as it was clear that all three dressed for this occasion—it is not how they lived 24/7.)  I go in and sit.  Two of the CD’s are late 20’s.  They know each other and converse across the room.  The third is a man closer to my age.  All are dressed completely with wigs, skirts, blouses and boots.  One of the young ones takes off almost immediately.    The other younger one idly replaces the bear’s hand on his cock and begins to stroke it.

The older CD stands and struts toward me.  “Like this?” he asks with a wave of his hand down the length of his body.

I shrug.  I support their right to do as they want, but men fully dressed as women really don’t do a thing for me.  He stands next to me.  His cock is getting hard and tents the short, short skirt.  He pulls the fabric up.  He has a nice seven incher.  “Suck me,” he instructs with a shake of his head, making the acrylic curls bounce.

Across the room, the other CD is now on her knees sucking the bear’s cock.

I hesitate—and take the dick in my mouth.  I am rewarded with a pearl of precum.  And a string of instructions in how to suck him.   Nothing I do seem to be right.  My lips are too tight.  Now they are too loose.  No tongue.  Lick me harder.  Suck me off…  He never stops.

I quickly realize it is just something for him to say—but it’s pissing me off.  I know how to suck a dick.  I finally excuse myself and go to the bathroom for a piss.  When I emerge, the older guy is gone—and the younger one is riding the bear’s cock.  In moments, a load is delivered.  They both take off.

I am blissfully alone in the room for about five minutes.  A regular, around my age, comes in.  He sits next to me and pulls out his dick.  We both like that all three holes are being used on the straight screen.  Soon, he stands up and feeds me his cock.  He knows to just let me go to work.  All he does is sigh…

The door opens.  A young white guy in his 30’s comes in, someone I have never seen here.  He sits next to us.  He unzips instantly and strokes, watching us, not the porn.

In a moment I hear, “May I suck you?”

I grunt, around the cock in my mouth.  The young man, with rather shaggy dark hair, kneels and takes my cock deep into his mouth.  I am surprised when the regular pulls out of my mouth and chooses to just watch the new guy work on me.  This young man is great and beats his cock the entire time he sucks.

“Get my balls, too…” I prompt him.

He moves there—and groans at the taste of me underneath my ball sack.  He licks them thoroughly, leaving them wet and dripping with his very viscous spittle.  He licks up the length of my shaft again and devours my whole cock once more.  He begins to make himself choke on me.  I love how his throat contracts around my thickness.  I actually think I might be able to get off in his mouth if he keeps it up.

He suddenly stands.  “I’m gonna cum!”  I lean forward and take his regulation cock in my mouth.  He explodes five or six big blasts of jizz and wilts quickly, becoming very sensitive.  This inspires the older guy to shoot.  He starts for my mouth to give me the load, but most goes on the floor before he reaches me.  I lick him clean, too.

I am alone.  Again.  And stroking. 

The thickly built, bearded Black guy who likes to be in charge of any bottoms he finds here, comes in.  We nod to each other.  He works his phone, off to the side.  In moments, a white guy, early 50’s, gym preserved, and showing off every muscle, comes in, looking at his phone.  His eyes light up when he sees the other man.  He crosses to him and greets and begins to strip.  Well, this is a fuck I want to see.  And I might even get sloppy seconds…

In Charge, opens his fly, and lets the naked but for gym shoes, stud go to his knees.  He slurps loudly on the growing cock.  They are by the gay screen.  I can see everything plainly, but I’m not in their line of vision.  Once the thick cock is wet, Gym Shoes straightens up.  In Charge grabs his hips and turns him.  He buries his bearded face in the man’s ass.  This is something I have never seen him do.  He slobbers until the man is panting.

In Charge stands up.  Gym Shoes kneels on the new, wonderful chairs— his hard as rock ass, presented in all its glory.  In Charge kneels, to lick it once more.  (Fuck, I know that feeling!) He reaches under the guy and he grabs his dick.  Gym Shoes groans and blow his load all over the seat.  In Charge stands up and shoot a load all over the hot ass—never once getting inside the guy.

But they are both totally pleased with themselves.  They go into the restroom together to wash up—and take off.  So much for sloppy seconds…

I stroke for a good ten minutes all alone.  I think about going.  I don’t want to stay to closing if no one else is here.

The door opens.  A white guy, 50’s and well-built comes in.  He is in tan walking shorts, with a matching button-down shirt.  My eyes can’t leave his combat boots.  They are the same as mine.  It is the same look I walked around Fornication Weekend and got so many appreciative stares. 

He sits near me—leaving a chair between us.  He soon pulls out his hardening cock—cut, thick and meaty.

He looks at me.  “I don’t suppose you suck dick, do you?”

“Sure.”

“Would you?  I just don’t want to cum…”

I go to my knees.   Everything is right.  He smells great, with that slight tang of late in the day sweat down there.  His dick is thick, but not so thick I need to worry about my teeth.  He is juicing like crazy.  He rubs my head, enjoying the feel of my closely cropped hair.  Twice he stops me, fearing he’ll shoot.  I keep hoping he’ll given in and give me the load.

But he doesn’t. 

I work harder.  He stops me again.  “I need to shoot this load when I get home,” he tells me. 

I nod and go back to licking his sweaty balls…