Three Scenes in the Bookstore, conclusion: "Damn, You're Big" and "I'm Thirsty."

 Near Home—October, 2024

(This picks up right where we left off, each new scene with a different mood.)

Part Two:  Buddy Fuck

 Sandy Hair pulls himself together, taking his clothes into the rest room to get dressed.  The Voyeur gives me a thumbs up and takes off.  I sit down in the chair that we had just used as a fuck bench.  Soon I hear the rest room door open and Sandy Hair exits the theatre.

The Mexican stands up and waves his erect cock in front of the Talker—who ignores him—hoping for some head.  He brings it down to me.  It’s a small little dick, but he’s hard.  I suck on it.  I feel like he might be close.  He pulls out, calms down and offers it to me again.  We repeat the pattern, but this time his cool down period is spent on his knees, sucking my dick.

The main door opens.  I am surprised the Mexican young man doesn’t get up, though he seems quite happy with a big dick in his mouth.  A white man in his 50’s comes in.  He sits to the side, near the Talker, and across from where the young man continues to suck me.  The newcomer opens his fly and takes out an above average dick.  It hardens fast.  The new guy’s head continually swivels between the two porn screens and the live action happening in front of him.

The Talker reaches for the new dick in the room.   The guy pulls his dick away.  The Talker uses his hand on his own wilting dick.

The Mexican grows tired.  He stands and stretches.  He reaches for the new dick, too.

“Don’t—I don’t want to be touched—just watch,” he whispers in a loud enough voice for all three of us to hear.

The four of us stroke to the porn.

The door opens.  A white guy in his mid-30’s enters.  He is short and compact.  His head is shaved, his beard is groomed close to his face.  Both arms have gorgeous sleeves of tats.  A hairy chest is evidenced by the fur showing at his neck line.   I like the mound of ass his tight shorts show off.  He sits near Don’t Touch Me and takes his dick out immediately. 

Now five of us jerk to the porn.

Don’t Touch Me moves near me, likely so the new guy won’t reach for him.  I stay a moment, and then get up, sitting next to the lithe otter.  His eyes light up when he sees my size.  He nods to me with a ‘May I?’ expression.  I nod.

He goes to his knees.  He has the best mouth of the day, instinctive and busy.  I also admire his cute ass, though clothed, that is on display as he works his mouth over me.  The Talker likes this, too.  He comes over to watch, eventually letting me suck him as my dick is sucked.

Finally, the Otter comes up for air.  He looks over his shoulder and says, “Anyone want to fuck me as I suck this cock?”  This make Don’t Touch Me stand up and move toward us.  So does the Mexican.  I pull off the Talker.

“I think you need to suck this thick cock,” I tell him, showing him the dick that has been in my mouth.  “I’ll do the fucking.”

He nods, eagerly.  He stands and steps out of his shorts.  He’s wearing a hunter green jock—he loves his daddies.  His butt is round and firm.  I get up, too, letting the Talker take my seat.  Tatted Otter kneels and starts sucking the Talker.  I kneel and begin rimming this lovely young ass.  He’s surprised by my tongue, but pleased.  He squirms back on it, helping me open him up.  There is such a difference between the two asses I have had on my face today:  Size, age, hairy/smooth and experience level.

My cock is drooling.  I want inside this guy.  I slap my ass on his hairy butt, pulling it through the now wet hair in his ass cleft.  “You want this cock in you raw?”

He groans assent around the dick in his mouth.  I push in.  He’s tighter than Sandy Hair.  He groans as I bottom out.  “Damn, you're big,” he breathes, pulling off the Talker for a moment.  “You can fuck me hard.”

I begin.  Slowly.  And soon faster and faster.  I am pounding him forward, making his swallow every inch of the Talker’s cock.

The door opens.  It’s a man my age who looks familiar, but I can’t quite place him.  He whips his dick out as he watches me fuck.  I know I am hitting Tatted Otter’s prostate.  His erect cock, encased in the hunter green jock, is dripping steadily.

I slow down and speed up once again.  The Talker shoots into Tatted Otter’s mouth.  TO’s butt squeezes down on me.  Hard.  I think he’s shooting himself—hands free.  My cock gives him a blast of semen.

We disengage.  The Talker biffs me on the shoulder by way of thanks.  I hug Tatted Otter as we both stand.  He quickly dresses and, with a grin at me, goes out the door.  The Mexican, who may have shot to the scene, for all I know, also leaves.

 

Part III:  Domination

“That was hot,” says the new guy I can’t place.  I make a move to go wash some lube off my cock.  “Don’t, I want it like that.”  The new guy sinks to his knees as I stand there.  He hungrily begins to lick Tatted Otter’s ass juices off my still hard cock.

Don’t Touch Me beats his cock like crazy.

Suddenly, I twig.  This is the guy from the other bookstore.  The one that likes to be backed against a wall and face fucked, taking both cum and piss.  Instantly, my hand finds the back of his head.  I hold him in place as I speed up the face fuck.  I hear him choke and release him.  He lets the deep throat spittle drool out of his mouth and down onto his own hard cock.

“Get against that pole,” I tell him.  Don’t Touch Me moves with us.  The moment he kneels, I begin to batter his throat.  To vary it, I pull out and smear his spittle all over his face.  He jerks faster. 

“I’m thirsty,” he begs.

I stop stroking myself for a moment and think about piss.  It’s there.  The beginning spurt hits him on the chin before I bury myself in his mouth.  This actually makes Don’t Touch Me stop stroking.  I’m sure he’s never seen piss feeding live…

I drink a lot of water as I sit in this room.  My bladder’s full—and he gets every drop.  And he wants it all.  My cock his now only semi-hard.  The moment the stream runs dry, he works to harden me right back up.  I begin the face fuck again.  His head occasionally hits the pole with a hollow thumb.

“I’m gonna shoot…Does he want it?”

I smile at Don’t Touch Me.  “Cum on my dick.”

Both men are delighted by this.  DTM strokes out as massive load after all his hand work this afternoon.  Three quarters of it actually lands on my cock—with his dick never touching mine.

“Open your mouth.”  Face Fuck is beating his cock like crazy at the idea of sucking the cum off my cock.  I push just the head into his mouth and hold still.  His tongue cleans.  And swallows.  Two more inches go in.  He licks, swallows and pants.  I push the rest of me inside him; my cummy pubes smashing up against his nose.  I begin a slow grinding face fuck…

He moans, his tongue finds the last of the strangers cum…and he explodes all over himself and the floor.  In two more strokes, I give him what is left in my balls…