Strangers with Hard Cocks

 Near Home—December, 2024

 

I was home.  Alone.  And horned from all that time in the car the day before.  I tried to talk myself out of going to the bookstore on Christmas Eve.  I mean, really, who’d be there?  But I had the time as I wasn’t headed to the cousins until Christmas Day.  I suddenly really wanted to go, even if I was the only man there.

I went.

The two main clerks, who have known me now for years, welcomed me back, all smiles.  I went into the theatre, not knowing what to expect…

 

There are four men in the theatre.  I recognize two by sight.  In the far corner, where he can only see the straight screen, is a white man, 40+, who is jerking.  I know from experience he does not let anyone touch him.  I sit in my usual seat, where I can swivel a little and see both screens.  Behind me, near the gay screen, is the other guy I recognize, a tall Latino with a very small dick.  He is absently stroking his cock as he works his phone.  I know him as he had participated once during a group sex moment, sucking my dick and vice versa. 

To my right is an old man on his phone.  He does not look at the other men or the videos.  Just his phone.  That keeps dinging.  Loudly.  Two chairs away from me is a short white man, a little mousey.  He is wearing a long red stocking cap, as if he were still outside.  He is stroking openly to the straight video.

He looks at me as I take out my dick.  He watches it get hard.  He gets up and sits next to me. 

“Wow.”

“Thanks.”

“May I touch it?”

“Sure.”

He does.  In moments, he is on his knees in front of me.  The sucking, which is pretty good, lasts for maybe two minutes, before he stands up and sits back in his seat.  “I’ll get too excited fellating that—and I just got here.  I don’t want to blow yet.”

I nod.  “Don’t waste it when you do shoot…”

He nods, then gets the full meaning, that I’d take his load.  He nods.

In five minutes of stroking, he looks at me, eyes pleading.  I get on my knees and begin to suck.  The door opens and a man walks in.  He sits near the ‘don’t touch me guy.’  I touch stocking hat’s balls and he erupts down my throat.  He hasn’t shot in days.  He shakes and holds onto my shoulders.  He thanks me and leaves as I sit back down.

Instantly, the new arrival comes over and sits in the vacated chair.  He unzips and shows off a good seven incher.  He has chiseled features that have aged well.  He looks like the dad you see dropping off his college aged son at the dorm.

“Suck me, too?”

I don’t hesitate.  I kneel.  He pushes his pants down to his ankles.  He’s in a rush to get home, I think.  He loves my mouth and tells me so.  He lasts for about five minutes before he gives up a load every bit as big or bigger than the first guy.  He reaches for a napkin as I clean up his cock with my tongue.  He finds there is nothing for him to wipe up.  He pats my shoulder and takes off.

Two men come in.  One I know well and the other a stranger.  The young man I have slowly trained to play in public is the first in.  He makes a beeline for my cock, kneeling and sucking it to the root.  The other is a 30-ish guy, Black, dressed in grey sweats.  He sits across from the Latino and shoves his hand down the front of his sweatpants. 

While I’m getting excellent head from the young man, Don’t Touch Me stands up and fires off a big load all over the floor.  He cleans up and leaves. 

My cocksucker is tiring.  He takes a break.  I apologize I’m not ready to shoot yet.  He shrugs, ready to do some more.  His phone dings.  He finds it, reads it and takes off.

The old man finally puts his phone away and walks out the door.

There are now just the three of us.  I turn to the Latino.  He has been stroking his dick for the Black guy, who is sitting across from him.  Now that we are alone, the sweat pants come down and he shows us both his dick.

All three of us stand up.  The two of them reach for the other’s cock.  I go to my knees and suck first the Latino and then the larger cock of the Black man.  They play with each other’s nipples through fabric.  When I switch back to the Latino’s dick, the other man goes behind him, stroking his wet cock against the ass of the man I’m sucking.

The Latino’s phone goes off.  He pulls up his pants and takes off.  The Black man’s cock has wilted slightly with the interruption.  He sucks me briefly, but you can tell that’s not his thing.

“Let me rub my dick on your ass.”

“I’m no bottom.”

“I won’t go in.  Promise.

I look at him for a long moment.  I drop my pants.  He turns me, so I am facing away and he rubs his deflated cock down the hair of my butt cheek.

“Nice,” he croons.  “This way I’ll be able to give you the load you want.”  He does it again.  I can feel his cock stiffen up.  He goes nowhere near my pucker, he just rubs the now drooling cock through the down on my ass.  Over and over.

“Oh, man….Ready.  Now, TAKE IT!”

I spin around and go to my knees.  He gives me a big, delicious load, moaning all the while.  He lets his cock soften in my mouth.  I clean him up.  He hugs me and wishes me a “Merry Christmas.”

I am alone in the room.  I don’t see things getting better than what I’ve already done.  But the door opens.  A good-looking white man in his 50’s walks in.  He doesn’t sit.  He just unzips and begins stroking his very hard cock.

“My mouth would feel better than your hand…” I murmur.

“Yeah.  I came for a good blow job.”

I walk over to him and kneel.  He pushes his super hard, Viagra-ed dick into my mouth.  He doesn’t want my skilled tongue work.  He wants to fuck my face.  And he does.  For maybe three or four minutes.  I just let him do what he needs.  And I’m rewarded—three or four strong blasts of cum hit the back of my throat.  He calls me a good boy as his cock drools out the final pearl on my tongue.

“Thank you for swallowing,” he says as he sits up and picks up his parka he’d tossed on a chair.  “I hate guys who spit.”

He was maybe six minutes in the room.

I realize, as I get up, that while I had certainly sucked some cock at the bathhouse these last months, I had mostly been the one sucked.  It felt kind of good to suck some dick to completion again.

I go back to my chair to retrieve my coat.

The door opens.  I sit back down.  A white man in his late 30’s comes in.  He gets out of his coat, but leaves his knit hat on his head.  He sits next to me.  The guy unzips instantly.  It’s a thin 5 incher, with a very pronounced head. 

“I could really use a mouth…” he whispers.

I go to my knees once more.  It takes a little longer.  But I give him just what he wants for Christmas…