Flipping the Switch

 Near Home—August, 2024

I took some time off from my latest work gig on the last Thursday of the month.  I worked all morning and took the afternoon at the local bookstore.  The parking lot was very full.  But would it be a playful group or just men who sit and watch…?

 

I walk in and close the door behind me.  I stand there for a moment, letting my eyes adjust.  The entire row in which I normally sit is full of men.  All jerking their cocks.  I smile.  I go and sit against the far wall where there are two more men.  I can see both screens from here.  Near the gay screen is a large Black man I recognize from this place.  A young white cub is closer to me.  In fact, in moments he moves one chair over so we are next to each other.

“You suck, don’t you?” he whispers.  He waves his thick, stubby cock at me.  His expression is a mix of hope and lust.

I smile and nod before slipping to the floor.  The moment I take him into my mouth, I feel the row of jerking men change their focus from the straight screen to us.  The young cub is very vocal about how much he is enjoying my mouth.  He can’t stop moaning.  I love that the five strokers are beating their meat harder and faster.  You can hear it—it is a lovely accompaniment to the moans of the cub.

He can’t last long.  “I’m…I’m…gonna…”

And he shoots.  Filling my mouth with the mega-sized load of men under 30.  I swallow and clean him up.  He is thrilled he has no need of the fast-food napkin clutched in his hand.  He takes off.  With him leaving, the youngest man here is now in his mid-50’s.

I jerk.  Pleased I have energized the room.  But the row of men stroking, just return to the video, there is no stray hand on another man’s erection.  Nothing overt.

The Black guy get up.  He kneels in front of me.  He begins to suck me.  Well, actually not.  He licks the head and jerks my cock with his big hand.  As I don’t shoot into his mouth instantly, he tightens the grip and jerks harder.  It hurts and I tell him so.  He eases up on the grip, but still never really takes me into his mouth.

I finally beg for a break.  He gets up.  The fly of my pants is soaked in his spittle.  I sigh—but it’s not like I wear good clothes when I come here.

The door opens.  A man comes in, around my age.  He comes right to me, as if we know each other.  “May I?” he whispers.

I nod.  He goes to his knees and gives me the kind of head I love:  lots of tongue, lots of variety with speed and depth.  I hear him unzip and jerk himself as he sucks and sucks.  He only stops when his knees fail him.  He zips up and leaves, nodding in my direction.  I check the floor to see if he shot, but can find no trace of semen…just some stray spittle that missed my pants.

The row of five jerking men finally changes.  One gets up to leave.  It leaves a chair open next to the youngest of the group—a white man in his mid-50’s with a shaved head and a handsome face.  He projects a very straight persona, from how he interacts with the men around him, to how he’s dressed, to his high interest in the man on the screen eating a young woman out after they’ve been endlessly fucking.

He is stroking a hot seven incher, cut and very pink.

I sit next to him, not expecting more than an eyeful. 

We stroke and stroke.  One more man in our row leaves.

Then I get the nod.  He wants my mouth.  I kneel and give him the best head I know how to give.  He squirms and strokes my closely cropped hair.  “Suck my dick, man.  I love that your swallow…”

This makes me work harder.  I really want his load.  I deep throat him repeatedly.

He suddenly stands up.  I think he’s about to shoot, but he pushes past me to the guy in the corner.  He kneels and starts giving head himself.  He is behaving likes he’s obsessed—like a switch has been thrown by my mouth on his cock.  The guy he is attempting to suck tries to push him away, but he stays there—and the guy is suddenly ok with it.  So ok, he gives Mr. Straight Appearing a load of cum in his mouth.

He swallows.

Straight Appearing moves to the man with the two-inch cock who continually huffs poppers.  He is offered a hit by Two-Incher.  He takes it and begins sucking the guy.  He gets another load in his mouth.  Straight Appearing groans and stands up, jerking his dick wildly.  I kneel in front of him.  He jerks and jerks—telling me to stay off him until he tells me.  He jerks panting and groaning out his need.  I moan in counterpoint.

“Now!  Take it, fucker!”

He steps towards me and I lean in.  It’s a big load.  Thick and viscus.  He let’s me clean him up.  He twists his balls to give me ever last drop.

He leaves with a quick pat on my shoulder.

The room empties.

I stay and jerk.

Gradually a new crop of men begin to filter into the room; but I need to leave soon myself.

A big bear, who has sucked me often in the past, enters.  He falls to his knees and his thick tongue is all over my dripping dick.  I really want to give it up for him.  Another man, a greying daddy, comes in.  He sees us and whips out his dick.  He sticks it in my mouth.  Perfect.

The guy in my mouth is pumping with intent.  I idly wonder which of us will shoot first.

Then he pulls out of my mouth.  “I want to fuck you,” he tells the bear.  The bear stands up to ditch his pants.  “Not here.”  He leads him to the restroom and locks the door.

Well, fuck.  I’d wondered if guys would use it as a private room—but this is the first time I’ve seen it happen.  And likely not the last.  I hear clothes being shed behind the door.

It’s almost five o’clock.  I put my dick away and reluctantly leave, still slightly sticky fingered….