A Lucky Friday the 13th

 Near Home—June, 2025

It was Friday the 13^th.  I had an anything but unlucky day at my usual bookstore.  Lots of men—and each generated a very different feel…

 

I sit in my usual chair.  The Talker has told me he likes to call it ‘my throne.’  I do have a great view of the porn and the whole room.  And anyone who cares to, can see my cock come out, harden and beckon the willing.  Almost instantly, an older man answers the siren call of my big dick.  He sits next to me.  I place him instantly; he is the gentleman who loves to run a finger over my piss slit and lick it clean of my copious precum.  He toys with me—and licks.  His soft hands feel great on my cock.  It is a relaxing moment.

Shaved Head comes from one of the three seats behind me.  I turn and see Shy One giving head to the Latino who never cleans out.  Shaved Head kneels in front of me.  He has been sucking me for a good two years now.  I have never given him a load.  He does it for the pleasure of having a big dick in his mouth.  It is, as always, a great buddy suck.  He continues until his knees wear out.

The older man next to me watches intently.  Does he wish that was him on his knees?  I can’t tell.  Suddenly he gets up and goes—just before Shaved Head finishes up.  He goes and waits by the door for Shy One to finish—a reversal of how it usually happens.  I hear the Latino moan…and figure they will be out the door in moments.  Shy One joins him, all smiles.  They go out as two new men come in.

One I vaguely recognize.  He is my age and still wears his hair in the long and shaggy fashion of his days in high school.  He sits one seat away from me.  The other man is also my age and his hair is also long and rather stringy.  He has a ballcap on to disguise the receding hairline.  He sits next to me.

He takes out his cock and strokes it hard with his left hand.  He reaches to his right, where the other newcomer is hard, too.  Ball Cap gives him a slow and leisurely hand job.  He suddenly lets go of his own dick and knocks my hand away from mine.  He strokes me.  His grip is tighter than I like, but not so tight I need to stop him.  He jerks us in unison.

Just as swiftly, after few moments, he stands up and goes quickly to the restroom.  Long Hair moves over into the vacated seat.  He nods to me and turns in his seat so he can use his right hand on my cock.  He strokes it just how I like it with a light grip and with varying speeds.  I even reach over and stroke him—something I rarely bother to do.

He suddenly stops and whispers: “Do you ever let yourself get sucked?”

If he only knew.   I nod.  He goes to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  It is very tentative, but not bad.  And he is incredibly needy.  He desperately wants to get me off.  He works hard.  I suggest he licks my balls.  He does.  Delicately.  Not really savoring the full flavor of them on his warm June day.  He goes back to my cock.  He works with renewed vigor, beating his own cock relentlessly as he sucks.

He stands up.  His knees needing to get off the hard floor.  His slightly thicker than average cock bounces in front of me.  I lean forward and take him in his mouth.  He is so surprised he gasps.  And in seconds, the cock that he flailed so hard goes off, giving me a thick load.  I swallow it all.  I think this surprises him, too.  He goes off to wash up and piss.

I stroke, using his very slippery spit on my cock.   I watch two very young men, off to the side, take turns on each other.  You can feel their lust for each other from across the room.

Near the young men is a guy in late 40’s.  He has taken out a thick dick to beat along with the young cocksuckers.  He nods to me.  I nod back.

The door opens.  Gym Built, the guy who loves to have his nuts crushed, comes in.  This is the day it really sinks in that he is showing up on Fridays hoping to find me here—as I know what to do to get him off.  He sits in the chair next to me.  Suddenly he stands and his walking shorts and boxer briefs fall around his ankles.  He strokes with one hand and pulls his nuts with the other. 

I go to the floor.  I suck his cock.  I pull on his ball sack.  I crush his hairy orbs between my two palms.  I have detailed my playing with him enough times to condense it here.  The vibe is intense concentration to get him off.  We both work hard at it.  It takes some time.  When I started, the guy in his 40’s was intrigued.  Now it’s taken so long, he’s found his own private porn on his phone.

A groan brings me back to Gym Built.  He’s on the edge.  The first spurt hits his navel.  The rest is swallowed by me.  I clean up his cock and find the stray jizz as he pants, coming down from the poppers.  He squeezes my shoulder by way of thanks—and takes off without a rinse or a piss.

I sit.  I hope, frankly, the big cocked guy in his 40’s will make the move.  I need a man on my cock right now.  He waves me over.  He has progressed from just having his cock out to now having his pants around his ankles.  I get up and go.  I stand in front of him, my cock right at his mouth level.  He ignores it.  “Suck me,” he hisses.

I am fine with that.  Once I have a load in my mouth, I always want more.  And I have swallowed two now.  I kneel.  His cock is thick.  The cock head has a slight upwards curve to it.  I have to really watch my teeth.  And this guy is demanding.  He removes my hand cradling his nuts. (Does he think I am going to do to him what I did to Gym Built?)  I swallow him down and instantly, before I can establish any kind of suck rhythm, he is fucking my face with upward thrusts.

He grabs my shoulders so I can’t move.  I just stay still and let him fuck my mouth.  My tongue, is of little use.  He let’s go of me with his right hand, keeping me in place with his left.  With just one hand he opens his poppers, takes a massive hit and seals them again.  If he was thrusting hard before, that was nothing.  The vapors make him pummel me—harder and deeper.  He grabs the back of my head and pushes me down so his cock is always in my throat.  Two or three more pumps and he is erupting.  I can’t taste anything, he is so deep.  As he lets go, and I slowly pull off him, I get one small drop of his sweet jizz on my tongue.  He all but pushes me away as he stands up, and pulls up his pants.

I sit in my chair to catch my breath.

The crowd has thinned.  Soon I am the only man here.

The door opens.  A young man, likely mid-thirties, comes in.  I have seen him before.  He is mixed race, thin, and handsome.  Once again, he sits where he can see me across the room.  I wait for him to take out his phone.  He does.  He checks it, turns it off and, to my surprise, gets up and walks over to me. 

“Suck you?” he whispers.

“Sure.”

His shorts drop to his ankles.  He has no underwear on.  The white A-shirt looks even whiter on his thin chest.  He kneels and begins taking me into his mouth.  I so want him to be good.  I want to give him my load.  But he’s eager, at best.  There is a moment of a tooth on my flared head.  Nothing consequential, but enough to make me wince.  He gets up, all apologetic, and sits next to me.

“I don’t do that much,” he whispers.

I nod.  I glance at his crotch.  His own cock has not hardened at all.  His dick looks tiny, covered with a very large foreskin.  The teacher in me comes out.  “Let me show you…”

I kneel. I carefully cover my teeth.  My tongue goes to work on him.  He gasps.  I pull off him.  His cock has grown from small to very average.  I lick his fragrant balls.  He groans and says something that sounds like a compliment in Spanish.  I go back to his cock.  It keeps growing.  It is now a hot, thick seven incher.  My tongue works the foreskin back.  His breathing becomes rapid.  His cock has grown more.  It is now at least as big as mine.  I pull off to admire it—and do his balls again.  This time, I work a wet finger along his ass crack and the seat until it finds his pucker.  I play around it. I don’t go in.

His breathing becomes ragged; he gasps for air.  I really want to hear him say “Fuck me!” but he doesn’t.  My finger keeps exploring as my mouth takes his now big dick deep into my throat.  As I pull off for air, he pants, “I’m…” and begins shooting.  It is the biggest load of the day.  Thick and creamy.  I clean him up.

He is thrilled—and a little embarrassed—as he pulls himself together.  I consider jerking myself off, but decide to save it.  Tomorrow is the group that meets at the other bookstore on the second Saturday of the month.   I am confident I can find someone there who will want it…