Bookstore Surprises, Part One: "You Want that Big Dicked Guy to Fuck You?"

 Near Home—December, 2024

I saw the Michigan family for Christmas and came home with a head cold.  It was a misery on day one and cleared up in 24 hours to just minor post nasal drip.  And with it clearing, my big ol’ dick demanded attention. 

I went to the local bookstore that Saturday afternoon…

 

I walk in and sit in my usual chair (I almost always get it as it is too conspicuous for many.)  I take out my hard cock and stroke.  I glance around.  It is a room full of men--and with men I don’t recognize.  Being gone two months has altered the cast of characters.  I look again, a little dumbfounded.  Nine of us have our dicks out and are stroking.  The tenth, the youngest man in the room, has his hand shoved down the front of his jeans and is obviously massaging his crotch.

The tension in the air is high.

The men sitting on either side of the young man, reach for him simultaneously.  One pulls up his shirt, the other opens his pants.  They lean in and begin to lick his very hairy body.  The whole room watches the young man writhe and pant at all the attention.

“You want to get fucked?” says the man who has been licking his nipples.

The young man nods.  Jeans are pulled all the way off by the who opened his pants.  The older guy goes in for some better oral with the stripped-down young man.  The other older guy licks his hairy chest.  They can’t get enough of the taste of his young flesh.

The old guy working his top sits up.  “You want that big dicked guy to fuck you?”

He points to me.

The young man all but blushes and nods his head. 

I stand up and go over.  The guy licking below the waist, stands up, making room for me.  I smile.  He wasn’t licking cock.  He was mouthing T-cock.  The handsome boy is transmale.  He’s had top surgery and is obviously on testosterone.  I go to my knees and begin tonguing his swollen nub.  The young man writhes.  I make him shudder.  We pause for a moment and he hands me a condom.  I open it and roll it on.  It’s a slim fit rubber—and it makes my cock feel like an overplump bratwurst.  But I go with it.

The young man hunkers down in the chair.  The old men on either side hold onto his legs.  I lube up and begin to work my way into his front hole.  He holds up a hand for me to stop.  I do.  I re-lube and try again.  My head pops into him.  He is incredibly tight.  I just hold in place.  And wait.  I get the nod.  Another inch goes in.

I wait.

“Take it out.  Let’s try me on all fours.”

He kneels on the chair.  I move in.  My cock finds his ass.  He jumps, reaches around and re-directs me.  Between how he’s kneeling on the low chair and tall me, it is the worst possible angle.  He takes three inches of me once again.

I suggest he sit on me.  We change around.  This works.  He takes half my cock, but just can’t take any more.  He stands up.  Disappointed.  And is all apologies.  My answer is to lick him to orgasm—a loud one, that makes every man in the room stroke (or suck the dick in their mouth) that much harder.

The guy stands up, shakily and gets dressed.

“Let me fuck that pussy.”  It’s a man who arrived during my second round of oral with the FTM.  He is a swarthy young man who looks Middle Eastern with a full black beard.  His dick is likely the right size, around seven inches and thin.  It’s hard, the foreskin pulled back, as he’d been stroking to my oral sex.

The FTM does not pay any attention to him—just gets dressed and takes off.

“Damn,” says the would be top.  “I wanted that.” He is very close to cumming.  I kneel in front of him.  He won’t let me touch his cock with my mouth but he jerks off into my cupped hands.  A huge load, even for one so young.  I taste it.  And again, much to his delight.

A man moves into my field of vision.  Finally, one I know.  I stand up and cover my cock with the Arab’s cum.   The Arab smiles and watches the other guy follow me as I sit down.

“Let me suck that, Sir.”

I sit down and let him.  He’s the man I know from both bookstores, the one who loves having his face fucked (especially against the wall or a pole) and who drinks my piss.  He loves to choke himself on my cock.  I have sometimes called him the Choker.  He kneels and cleans my cock of the Arab’s cum.  He is delighted.  “You know how to treat me right,” he murmurs.

He goes for my cum covered balls now.  He laps them up until they have only spit left on them.  I am able to see that the entire room is playing now.  There are two pairs of blow jobs and the other men are stroking and enjoying the show or perhaps playing with the chest of the suckee.  The Choker goes back to my dick.  He deepthroats me and does what he loves, choking on my dick, making his throat involuntarily squeeze my cock head.

A man stroking next to me stands up.  He offers me his dick.  I suck him as the Choker works every inch of me.  This new guy has a true pencil dick.  Long and super thin.  It fits effortlessly down my throat.  He begins to fuck my face.  Both the Choker and I are disappointed that he pulls out and shoots his load on the floor. 

“I think I have piss.”

He pulls off my dick and sits on his heels.  I stand.  My cock goes back into his mouth.  He knows not to suck or tongue me.  He waits.  A moment.  Two.  And is rewarded.  The piss flows out of me and deep into his stomach.  He moans.

I would love to know if any of the other guys knew I was feeding him something other than the usual.  We don’t get any odd looks at all.

I sit back down.  The Choker sucks my cock and balls again—as if he hadn’t touched them before—as a thank you for the piss.

The door opens.  Another man I know.  The Road Worker.  He is not in work clothes today, his shoulder length blond hair juts out from the ball cap he wears.

“You know him?” asks the Choker.

“I have sucked his cock once.  And he’s done me, too.”

“Have you fucked him?”

“I have never even seen him get fucked.”

“He’d love your dick.  He’s a whore.”

“This guy?” I ask, looking at the Road Worker who now sits down, leaving lots of seats between him and others.

“Just be ready…”

The Choker moves to the Road Worker.  Soon he is sucking the younger man’s cock.  Road Worker likes to be in control.  He stands up and fucks his face.  When the Choker pulls off him, he says something to him I can’t hear.  But his head gestures in my direction.  Road Worker looks at me.  I know he’s seen me fuck others.  He pulls out of the Choker’s mouth and walks over, his hard cock swaying.  He stops, inches from me.

“You can fuck me if you’ve got poppers…”

(To be continued…)