Dominating the Room

 Near Home—February, 2025

After my meet with Rudy, the packing up of my brother’s apartment continued.  By Sunday it was loaded into two trucks and we were driving from New Jersey to Michigan, through the snowy mountains of Pennsylvania.  We were on the road for two days, before checking into a motel directly across the street from his new apartment. Starting early the next morning, the movers got everything from the first truck into his new space.  The next day, they finished up.  Two of the four stayed to continue to unpack for the rest of that day and the next.  That left me with nothing to do.  There was no room for a fifth body in their apartment crowded with packing boxes.  I did some grocery shopping for him and, after I delivered it, I was told to go home.

I didn’t linger—I hit the road, eager to sleep in my own bed.  But by the time I actually got home, I knew I need to unwind at the bookstore.  I had a quick meal and off I went… 

 

There are four of us in the room.  The Voyeur, on his phone, and two other men.  One of those is a very young man who I don’t recognize.  The other is in his late 40’s or early 50’s.  With his build, he is approaching Beardom, but not quite there.  He has a pleasant face and, I learn, a true need to suck cock.

Moments after I sit across from the Voyeur, the man gets up.  He isn’t coming for me and my big dick.  He wants the young man.  The young guy moves into the farthest corner away from us all—and beckons the cocksucker to approach.  The man goes to his knees and the sounds of a wet blow job fill the room.

The Voyeur, stroking his long, thin cock, makes the same gesture to me.  I go over and kneel.  I lick his fragrant balls.  My tongue snakes up his hard shaft.  I envelop his head and slide down, taking every inch of him but the final one.  He bucks up into me, making me take it.  I do.  He holds me there and releases.  Now I am allowed to go back to do whatever I want to do. 

And it’s his balls.  I can’t get enough of them.

Suddenly the Voyeur stands up, forcing me to retreat.  He strips.  He kneels on the chair.  He’s facing the blow job happening in the back corner and his ass is presented to me.  I knew he liked my rimming, but I am surprised we are doing it in the main area where any new arrival will see him when they walk in.  But his ass wants my tongue.  So, I give it to him.  The thrill of the first time is gone, but he still loves it and I lick and slurp and spit up and down his ass crack.

We both hear the young man in the corner let out a moan.  He is obviously shooting, deep into the older man’s throat.  The Voyeur gets up and pulls on his pants.  He sits and I sit next to him.  The young guy, a huge smile on his face, walks past us and out the door.  The Cocksucker has his sights on the Voyeur.  He comes over, smiles and kneels before him.  I watch that cock I’d just sucked disappear into another man’s mouth.  The thought makes my cock drool.  I love seeing the Black shaft disappear into a Caucasian mouth.  The contrast is wonderful, even in the dim room.  He gives him good head, but he doesn’t get him off.  I can tell the Cocksucker is surprised, but not displeased.

“Suck my friend,” the Voyeur tells him.

The guy knee walks over one chair and goes down on me.  I can see why the young man had such a big smile on his face.  This guy is really good.  And he obviously loves doing it.  He produces vast amounts of excess saliva that drips to my balls.

The Voyeur strokes to the sex, then stands up and feeds me his dick.  I swallow him down and let him face fuck me as the other man bobs on my cock.  This is often how the Voyeur gets off with me, but not today.  The door opens and a hot looking daddy, around my age, comes in.  I have seen him before, but he’s never shown any interest in me.

The Voyeur sees him, too and pulls out of my mouth.  Maybe this is the guy he was texting on his phone, for he goes right over to the guy, his cock hard and dripping and whispers into the guy’s ear.  They go off to play in the restroom.

My cocksucker redoubles his efforts.  He is sure he can get me off.  He works harder—and I could use the release—but it’s not happening yet.

The door opens again.  A man half my age comes in.  He goes and sits in the same corner where the other young guy got blown.  This new man, of course, pulls out his phone and scrolls away.  My Cocksucker gets up, defeated.  He nods to me and moves to the new guy.  In moments, he is kneeling and sucking the younger guy.

I listen and hear the sounds of fucking from the restroom.  I wish they were out here.  I hear the Voyeur get off.  Both men hurry out of the room.  I am swimming in the Cocksucker’s saliva, so I go in to rinse.  I see the Voyeur’s full rubber in the trash, with the wrapper lying on the floor.  I rinse off and go back out just as the new guy gives the Cocksucker a noisy load.

He zips up and is gone.  The Cocksucker sits in the young guy’s chair.  Waiting for someone new to walk in.  I am always curious about the dynamics of the room—and this guy has dominated the space all afternoon.  I mentally wish him good luck with his quest for more.

 I sit, suddenly more tired from the last week than I knew I was.  I’d like to get off, but…

The door opens.  A new man enters—and the cocksucker lures him to the corner.

A good signal for me to go home and get some rest…