Bookstore Surprises, Part Two: "Fuck That Whore!"

 Near Home—December, 2024

(This picks up where part one left off…)

 

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…”

I dig in my pocket to find the bottle I keep for guys who never have their own.  Road Worker kicks off his shoes and ditches his pants on the floor.  Before I can find my bottle, a guy watching and stroking, offers RW his poppers.  He takes a huge hit and bends over, using the chair I’ve been sitting in all afternoon, for support.

I love the look of his ass.  It’s shapely and his skin on his butt is incredibly pale, as he still shows some tan lines from the summer.  I want to eat him out.  But I know he wants dick.  And he wants my dick when the popper high is peaking. 

I slap his ass with my cock.  He groans.  Everyone in the room is watching us.  I poke between his full ass cheeks.  My dick finds his loose pucker and I slide in.  Road Worker gasps.  He is instantly jacking his own dick as I wait a millisecond before beginning to fuck.

“Fuck that whore,” mutters the Choker.

“Fuck, yeah,” says the guy who loaned the poppers.  He takes a hit and jerks his own dick in earnest. 

I really want to breed this guy, for I have loved seeing and playing with him in a more limited way.  But I don’t think I’m going to get the chance.  He is jerking harder and harder.  I relish the feel of his wet ass while I can…

And with a roar, Road Worker straightens up, pulling me out of his ass.  His cock explodes.  Puddles of white semen land on the black synthetic leather of the seat.  It may be the biggest load I’ve ever seen shot live.  It covers the chair.

Road Worker turns to me.  “Fucker…” he mutters and pulls on his pants, not cleaning up his drooling cock at all.  Ever helpful, the Choker pulls out a wad of fast-food napkins and mops up the chair, making sure to get a fingerful of jizz to sample.  I go wash my cock (not that I need to, I find out at the sink) but I head there, as I have no idea the guy bottomed.  I go back out.

“Damn,” says the Choker.  “I wanted to taste his ass on your cock.”

“You should have said…”

I sit in the row that faces the chair we just used.  I can still see both screens.  The Choker settles down in front of me and does what he does best—taking me so deep he chokes.  Over and over…

*

The crowd has thinned, in part due to the Choker.  He has swallowed two loads from two different men as I watched.  While he is licking the latest spent cock clean, a man I recognize from here nods to me.  He has his pants open, stroking to all the sex on the screens and happening across the room from him.  I nod back and he comes over.  He’s a slightly bigger guy, likely in his mid-40’s.  His knees are bad, so he bends over to suck my cock.  He holds onto the armrests of the chair as he bobs up and down on my dick.  His pants fall to his ankles as he does it. The Choker arrives.  He watches someone else on my cock.  In moments, he moves behind the bent over man.  I hear a garbled grunt from the guy as he continues to suck me.  I can tell the Choker is eating his ass.  I have fucked this guy—and been there, with my face between his ample cheeks.

“Oh, yeah…” the guy groans, coming off my dick for a moment.  I reach and touch his cock.  “Don’t…” he cautions, then “Oh, shit, do you want it?”  He straightens and feeds me his dick, intuitively knowing the answer, that of course I want a dick about to shoot in my mouth.  He fires his cum into me.  He can’t take the clean-up—either from me or the Choker.

He takes off.

There is a hot bearded guy that has come in sometime after the Road Worker fuck.  He is exactly the kind of man I like to suck.  But I lose this one.  The Choker is there first.  He sucks him to completion.

It’s late.  I have been here a long time.  The Choker is still on his knees, relishing the load he just got, though the man has left.  I get up and go over.

“Here, I’ve got a piss chaser for you…”

He eagerly rests my cock head on his tongue and opens wide.  I honestly don’t think I have much piss.  But I’m wrong.  Once I start, it just keeps pouring down his throat.  He has to swallow faster and faster to keep up. 

Finally, it dwindles.  He licks the piss slit to get the final drop.

 And I feel quite satisfied.  Almost as good as a cum shot. 

Almost.