The Stand-Up

 Near Home—April, 2025

 

It was the last Saturday of the month.  While fixing supper, I remembered that I’d had a really good Saturday night at the bookstore.  I decided to go once the dishes were done.  I parked.  The lot had a good number of cars…

 

I go in.  There are three men here.  All the customers, promised by the parking lot, are out front buying lingerie for their girlfriends or renting videos.  I look around.  It only takes one man to have great sex.  There is a white man around my age sitting along the wall.  He pulls out his phone every ten seconds or so.  He types something and puts it away again.  He never makes eye contact (with anyone) the entire time I am here.  On the other side of the room sits a Latino I recognize.  He is the guy who had let his cock be sucked for a few minutes on one of the afternoons I had been using Julian.  Unfortunately, his cock goes soft the moment it’s not in his own hand.  He glowers at me.  Likely for knowing that about him.  The last man in the room sits near the gay monitor.  He watches both screens.  He is Black, likely mid-thirties and a large man.  At one point he goes to the restroom.  When he stands up, he is at least 6’ 5”.  The hair on his head makes him seem taller yet.  As he comes back from his piss, he looks at me for a flash.  As I meet his eyes, he hurriedly looks away and returns to his seat. 

I stroke.  The others deal with their phone, scowl or watch the videos with no outward sign they like what they see.

For a good 30 minutes.

The door opens.  A Black man in his 50’s comes in.  He still works out and dresses to show it off.  And he’s loud.

He stands in the middle of the room, off to my left side and looks exclusively at the straight screen.  The woman getting railed in the video at that moment is very young and very petite and very white.  He likes this.  He begins a monologue about all the things he’d do to her if she were here.  What positions he would put her in.  How hard he’d fuck her.  How he’d not pull out and cover her face with his jizz (as was happening on the screen at that moment), but he’d knock her up.  “Cum inside.  That’s me.”

The video starts the next scene.  It’s a long intro, as the new young woman strips down for the camera.  This makes the raconteur, turn for a millisecond to the gay screen where a hot young man has two dicks in him, one in his ass and one in his mouth.  “Can’t take that,” he intones.  “That gay shit must hurt.”

The new straight scene starts.  He begins to tell us just what he thinks of “that skinny little whore” up on the screen.  His right hand goes into his pocket.  He is obviously squeezing his dick.  He tells all of us how many women he’s had.  And how they didn’t look like this scrawny thing. 

He turns to me.  “You ever get women here?” he asks, rather conspiratorially. (I am sitting with the straight video in front of me, so I must be straight, right?)

I shrug.  “A few, but rarely.”

He launches into a fresh soliloquy about how he’d fuck them in front of their husband.  “Give her back with all my baby makers in her.”

I nod.

He is quiet for a moment.  The young girl on the screen is now taking a massive cock in her ass.  “Damn,” he intones.  He is big for a white guy.  Stretching her out good!”

He is really squeezing himself.  He turns to me.  “What do you guys do when there are no women here?”

“There’s lots of men who love to take a dick.”

“I can’t stick it in no man’s ass.  Maybe his mouth would be ok, but I got a huge one.”

And he finally focuses on my own cock.

“Damn, Bro.  That’s a great cock.  That’s even bigger than me.”

I nod, appreciative of how hard that must have been for him to say at this point.

And he pulls his out.  It’s a very nice seven+ with foreskin.  “Which of these guys will suck me?”

I beckon him to come closer.  He does. 

“Let me take care of it,” I tell him.

He’s surprised.  (And I think he really is…he’s not that good an actor to feign it.)

I pull him closer, with my left hand around his balls. 

“Oh, fuck…” he mutters.  “Can’t believe…”

And my mouth envelops him.  He sighs from the very depths of his being.  And shoots.  It’s a big load.  He’s so surprised he’s shot, he stands still and lets me clean him up.  Then he comes back to his senses, shoves his dick away and leaves.  Silenced.  And in a hurry…

*

The four of us sit in silence.  I continue to stroke.  Phone Man leaves next.  Then the Latino. 

I stand up and go to the big man sitting in the chair near the gay screen.  “You’ve been looking at me all night.  Do you want my cock?”

He doesn’t answer.  He just leans forward and takes me to the root.  He’s great.  A big tongue that knows what to do.  He opens his fly.  He doesn’t have much, but there is likely more of it behind the layer of gut he has going on. 

I tell him I could be close.  I pull out and surprise him by taking his cock in my mouth.  I get another huge load with barely any work.  I stand up and just make it into his mouth before I shoot myself…