Priming the Pump

 Near Home—February, 2025

 

It was Friday.  A day that has become very lively at the bookstore. I thought about going, but I had a fisting bud coming the next day.  Maybe I shouldn’t go, but I also knew that he and I would be doing very different things.  The lure was too strong.  I ate an early lunch and took off to see what trouble I could get into…

 

I go in.  It seems darker today.  I can see about eight men around the room.  The cock sucking couple is here.  I see the shiny pate of Shaved Head working a cock as I settle into my usual seat.  He is sucking the young bearded hipster I often get to suck.  SH is giving him a good time—I can see it in how they are reacting to each other.  And it nicely gives Shy One a chance to start me off.  He arrives at my side.

“I guess you have me today,” he murmurs as he kneels.  His mouth envelops my entire dick.  He could teach a master class is cock sucking.  His tongue is everywhere.  He effortlessly takes my entire length deep into his throat.  Repeatedly.  He pulls off me and licks my balls.

From over in the corner, the bearded hipster gasps and then begins a series of groans that can only mean he is giving up his load.  Shy One glances over at his partner, a look of pride on his face.  He nods to me and they get up at the same time and head out the door.

I stroke.

I watch the Voyeur receive head from a young cub, who I’ve occasionally seen here.

A good-looking guy comes in, white, late 40’s.  He sits next to me.  His hand disappears down the front of his pants before he says hello to me.  We chat softly.  He reminds me that the last time I saw him, he shot on my hard cock.  I nod.

He seems happy enough, for now, to knead himself under his trousers.

I turn in my seat.  The Voyeur has moved on.  He is face fucking a regular, a man who can’t keep his hands off his own nipples as he’s being face fucked.  The Voyeur is fucking his face with full force.  The man, a hairy bear, has pulled up his shirt and is twisting his massive nipples as he takes the cock.  Spittle drips from the corners of his mouth.

The Voyeur motions for me to join him.  He steps back and I push into Nip Guy’s mouth.  My thicker cock is that much more for him to handle.  It also makes him now stroke his cock with one hand while still working one nipple.  My hand finds the other.  I twist and start a slow face fuck.  I go a little deeper into him with each stroke.  He moans.  The spittle drips.  His nipple in my hand throbs.

And his cock erects.

I am going quite deep now on each stroke.  It feels fantastic, so different than the first mouth on me today.  I pick up a little more speed.  He finally holds up a warning hand and I pull out to let him catch his breath.

He pants.  His cock drools.  “Ready,” he says and I do it all again.

The next time I get the warning I pull out and go to my knees to suck his raging dick.  It’s just for a moment—before I am rewarded with a thick load.

The Voyeur gives me a thumbs up and goes off to the rest room.  A man with a long snow-white beard wants the same treatment.  But I need to catch my breath and say so.  He nods and I sit.  I take a long pull on my water bottle.

Soon I hear White Beard sucking the cub.

I stroke.

The Voyeur is now sitting in the corner where the bearded hipster got off and he, too, is being sucked.  It’s the good-looking guy down on his knees.  I watch.  Soon the guy looks up and, though I can’t hear it, I know he’s asking to be fucked.

“Not today.  Sorry,” the Voyeur says.  “He will.”  And he points to me.

“He’s so much thicker…” the guy tells him, as if I’m not in the room.

The Voyeur just laughs.

And sure enough, I am asked.  “But with a condom, please.”

I nod and dig out a Magnum.  He strips off his pants, folds them and bends, clutching the seat.  I kneel and eat out his hole.  He juices up fast with my probing tongue.  I roll the condom on as I still lick and spit.  It’s such a flashback to before 2009, when I was the king of Magnums in southwest Michigan.  I grease it up, while my face is plastered in his hairy ass.

I stand and enter him.  At first it feels fine, but I miss the wetness and the full strength of the warmth of his hole.  I fuck.  Harder than usual, to make up for it.  And he loves that.  He even stops stroking his dick to concentrate on working his hole.

I slow a little but don’t stop.  I build speed again, slapping his ass involuntarily.  Good Looking Guy actually asks me to stop just before I would have anyway.  He goes to the restroom.  I go to feed my cock to White Beard.  He takes me hungrily.  I fuck his mouth until he gets off all over the floor (and a little on his pants.)  He doesn’t care.

I sit back down.   Good Looking Guy comes back, not putting his cock away.  The Voyeur is on the other side of him.  GLG reaches out and takes the two cocks into his hands.  I reach over and play with his balls while the Voyeur strokes the guy’s cock.  It’s just nice and easy after the ass and face fuckings.  The Voyeur and I switch, him to balls, me to shaft. 

We stay that way a long time.  Somewhere in there, I slip to the floor and suck the thick, but short cock on GLG.  The Voyeur continues to knead his balls as I do it.

I offer to suck the Voyeur.  As I move to do it, his phone goes off.  He takes it, and has to leave.  I now suck the big fragrant balls of Good Looking Guy.  Then work my way up his shaft.  Wt and dripping.

When I sit down again.  He does the same for me.  His tongue everwhere.

We are now alone in the theatre.

We don’t try for orgasm.  We just keep each other wet and warm.

He finally has to get home.  As do I.

No cum shot, but it has primed me perfectly to work over my fisting bud’s ass the next day…