The Banker and the Greek

 Near Home—September, 2024

The post today is slightly different.  It is not something I experienced, but a scene I watched play out during the trip to the bookstore that I detailed in the last post—where the fun cocksucker was working the room.  If you haven’t read it, you should read it before this one.

 

The fun cocksucker has just gone down on me.  My attention is on him.  I am watching the back of his head move on me.  But eventually, I scope out the room.  Across from me is a man I’d place at a little older than me.  Even sitting, he looks tall, with lots of leg sprawl.  His skin tone is Mediterranean.  The once black hair has streaks of white in it, as does his beard.  His nose is prominent.  There is a bulge in his designer jeans that he kneads occasionally.

Near him is man of around 50, who looks like he came directly from his job at the bank, leaving his suit coat and tie in the car.  The dome of his head is shiny; the fringe of hair that’s left is cut neatly.  He is wearing suit pants and highly shined oxfords.  His hands are folded across his lap as he watches the gay porn.

My attention goes back to my sucker as he moves to my balls.  I sigh and tell him how much I like that.

The Latino begins fucking the Talker as the Talker sucks The Voyeur.  The Banker does not want to be near this.  He comes over and sits next to me.  He watches the gay porn, to his left, and not me and my cocksucker to his right.  He is giving off a vibe that the porn is great, but the actual sex happening in the room is distasteful.   As soon as he seems settled, the Greek moves, too.  He sits in the row of chairs across from us, and right next to the screen—what should be in the line of vision of the Banker.  But the Banker only looks at the screen.  Always.

We take a break.  The cocksucker is now getting his cock sucked and I am enjoying the porn and the live show.

The Greek stands up.  He unzips.  He takes out his cock.  It is thick and uncut, but not particularly long.  It gets hard the moment it is free of clothing.  He stands for a moment touching himself, before sitting down again.  The Banker has to have seen this with his peripheral vision, but does not acknowledge it.  The Greek lazily jerks his cock.

My cocksucker is back on me.

The Greek stands up again.  He moves across so he is at the end of our row of seats.  There is space there to lean against the same wall that the screen is on.  He does and begins to jerk his big dick a little faster.  The Banker’s eyes never waver from the screen.

When the good cocksucker takes another break, I go and lick the Voyeur’s balls.  He is sitting across from me.  I spend some quality time with his fragrant nuts.  I hear chairs squeak as they are moved around, but continue licking.  When I come up for air, I see the Greek has moved a chair so it is against the wall where he had been standing.  He is now maybe two feet from the Banker’s seat.  His angry dick is pointed right at the man who is actively ignoring him.

The Voyeur leaves.  I stay there and watch both films (and the good cocksucker being sucked by the guy who does guys just once.)  I can’t keep my eyes off the two men across from me.  As I watch, the Greek steps in.  He’s now a foot away.  The hand jerking his cock is no more than eight inches from the Banker’s ear.  He is ignored.

I watch the videos.  And the guys being sucked.  And the Banker.  The Greek steps in again.  His wet cock is placed on cheek of the man in the suit pants.  The Banker freezes.  He closes his eyes.  He is facing straight ahead, not at the screen.  His face is totally inscrutable.

I stop watching the porn altogether.  The Greek stands stock still.  No thrusting, no jerking, just his very hard cock resting there, oozing precum.  The Banker finally opens his eyes.  He sees me looking at him.  He closes them again.

A long moment.  The eyes open and his head turns.  Just enough to take that thick cock into his mouth.  He closes his eyes again.  The Greek begins the slowest thrusting into his face I have ever seen.  Barely moving.  But definitely sawing that penis back and forth.  All the while the Banker keeps his hands in his lap.  His pants never mound.  He just takes the cock.  Over the over.

The Greek reaches out.  His hand finds the back of the man’s head.  He holds him there as he orgasms.  The Banker doesn’t really struggle, but he couldn’t pull off even if he wanted to.  The Greek adds a second hand, holding him in place.  Making the Banker swallow his load.

I can’t stop watching them.  The Greek pulls out of the Banker’s mouth.  He wipes the tip of his cock across the man’s cheek and leaves the room.  The Banker sits.  Staring at the porn.  But I don’t think he is seeing it.  His face is once again a mask.  Happy?  Satisfied?  Disgusted?  I can’t tell.  In about three minutes he gets up and locks himself in the restroom…

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So many questions.  Did they know each other before this?  Maybe they met online and agreed to this scene?  Or did the Greek really sus out the room correctly and find the guy who would give him what he wanted after a mental struggle? 

Any number of men there would have sucked the Greek willingly.  Who he ignored.

Once again, I find how we have sex endlessly fascinating…