"I Want to See You Fuck Him!"

 Near Home—August, 2024

The end of July and early August was quite busy for me professionally.  I didn’t get a chance to play again until the first Friday afternoon of the month.  I tried to find some playroom action, but once I found a couple of regulars were too busy themselves, I opted for an afternoon at the re-modeled bookstore video room.

As I parked, I was pleased to see the couple (who come here together to suck dick) eating lunch in their car.  I nod to them and go in…

 

I don’t have long to wait.  I’ve just gotten my cock out and the two guys come in from the parking lot.  The one with the shaved head goes first.  He gives me rather aggressive head as his partner watches. When his knees tire, the more mild-mannered one takes his place.  It’s a great study in contrasts—both very satisfying.

I look around the room as they work on my dick.  In a corner, tucked almost under the gay screen, is the man I christened the Voyeur.  Now that he so often sticks his dick into my mouth, it is not quite as fitting a moniker.  He is stroking his long, thin, slightly curved cock to the blow job I am receiving.   My attention goes back to my sucker as he moves to my balls.  He moans a little as he tongues the slightly sweaty orbs. 

After one more round of his mouth on my dick, the two of them take off, likely having spent much of the morning here.  The Voyeur gets up and comes over, sitting one chair away from me.  We chat a little, as there is now no one else in the room.  I haven’t seen him here since the theatres got wiped out by the drunk driver.  He has been traveling, he tells me.  We both continue to stroke as we catch up.

Eventually, I get on my knees and take him into my mouth.  It is such a nice fit, to have this ebony cock inside my mouth.  It is thin enough not to worry about teeth or breathing—until he decides to fuck the final half inch into my throat.  Now I can’t breathe as I choke on it.  He loves how my throat constricts and juices up.   He does it again and again.

New men have arrived as we have been talking and while I’ve been on my knees.  A couple of regulars and one man I’ve never seen before.  He sits near us.  He opens his fly and strokes to the blow job I’m giving.  The Voyeur seems to know him.  He nods at him and then taps me on the shoulder.  I come up for air.

“I want to see you fuck him,” he whispers to me.  He indicates the guy near us.  He is stroking madly.  “Stand up and show him your dick.”

I do just that.  Instantly the guy stands up and starts stripping off his dress pants and shirt.  He’s likely 50’s, white with a deep summer tan and in great shape. 

“Take that cock up your ass for me,” the Voyeur hisses, the moment the guy is naked but for black socks.  He grins and starts to dig for lube.

“I have some,” I say as I go back to my knees and begin eating this guy’s shapely ass.  He groans and reaches back, pulling his cheeks apart.  I zero in on his hole and get it very wet.  I spit continually.  Each time the sound of it makes the Voyeur’s hand speed up on his cock.

Suddenly, the guy pulls away from me.  He wants to taste my dick.  I sit and let him.  He gets me as wet as I got his ass.  He stands up and bends, placing his ass at a great angle for the Voyeur to see the action.  I stand and spit on his pucker one last time, as I lube up my cock.  I sink into him.  Slowly.  Inch by inch. 

“Oh, fuck…” the guy groans out.

I stop.  Wait.  And give him the last few inches.  My pubes scrape his upturned ass.

“Fuck him,” the Voyeur hisses.

I begin a slow in and out, a rather shallow stroke.  This is too little for both the fuckee and the Voyeur. 

“Give it to him hard!”

“Harder!  I can take it.”

I speed up and really let him have it.

The guy instantly begins to pant—and to push back, grinding his ass onto my dick.

This motion makes the Voyeur shoot.  He just has time to pull his shirt out of the way, so it’s not covered.  The guy pulls off my dick, scoops up his clothes and races to the restroom.  He is dressed and out the door before the Voyeur is cleaned up.  He thanks me for the visual and leaves…

*

I sit back down.  An older Latino has been stroking to my fuck.  He brings his smallish dick over and I suck him.  With very little work, I get a load out of him.  He grabs my shoulder and squeezes it by way of thanks.  He zips up and leaves, almost colliding with the guy I’d fucked coming back in.

“I want more—even if I’m late for work…”

He drops his pants to his ankles and proceeds to sit on my dick.  He bounces on my cock, higher and higher, taking it deeply into his gut.  I grab his hips and keep him from pulling all the way off me.  He pounds himself down on me.  His legs can’t take too much of this.  He finally slows and pulls off my dripping dick.

“Now I have to get to work.  Thanks.”  He pulls up his pants.  “Someday I want your load.”

And he leaves.

I stroke.   

In less than five minutes, he’s back.

He drops his pants and leans against the wall, leaning across the seat the Voyeur had been in.  “Please give me a load to take to work.”

I stand up.  I am far more likely to be able to load him in this position.  I lube up a little more and push into his very wet hole.  I am fucking as hard as the first time.  And I think I might be able to give him what he needs.

I am so damn close—and his work phone goes off.  In one deft move, he squirms away from me, pulls his pants up and runs to the bathroom.  I hear him chatting to his boss for a moment.  Suddenly, the door bangs open and he races out of the room, slamming the main door.  I never see him again…

*

That was the hot part of the afternoon.  But there was one more I want to detail, as I like to chronicle how we have sex here in the 21^st Century.

Sometime later, the Talker came in.  We were alone in the room.  He detailed how he hated the new set up.  Then we were joined by a white guy in his 70’s.  He sat next to me—and eventually asked if he could touch my cock.  I let him.

He did—and then he stood up and dropped his walking shorts.  He was wearing a diaper that had been duck taped to his body—so he could wear it all afternoon and nothing could drip out.  “My wife did this to me,” he lamented, “when I told her where I was going.”  He went on to say she does this all the time to punish him.  “She had my cock pierced, too.  And has me in a cage.” 

I had no proof of that.  Or even if there is a wife.  He eventually blew me—not very well—while the Talker shut up and fed me his cock.  As soon as Duct Tape Man got up off his knees, he complained of the heat in the room and left…

I do love recording the weird as well as the wonderful…