Just What He Wants

 Near Home—July, 2025

I took a couple of days off from sex after the great house party detailed in the last two posts.  (You know it’s a great night if I have that much to say about it!)  But by Tuesday I was horned.  I checked in with Kieran, the married cocksucker, but he could not get away.  So, I headed to the bookstore.  I wondered if anyone would be there.  It proved to be a frisky, older crowd…

 

I go in.  The room has five people in it.  All men around my age or older.  All either stroking themselves or keading bulges in their shorts. I sit in my usual chair and unzip.  The moment I am hard, a man, who had been stroking, comes over to me.  He is all smiles.  I would guess he’s a few years older than myself.  His hair, what there is of it, is brown with lots of gray.  He is wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt.

“Need some help?”

I nod.  “A mouth is almost always better than a hand.”

He laughs and goes to his knees.  He takes me to the root on the first go.  He’s good.  He moves to lots of tongue work in my slit.  And now some repeated deep throating.  He is so sure he’s about to get my load.  When he doesn’t, he moves to my balls.  He is on the borderline of being too rough with them.  He moves back to my cock just before I’m about to tell him to lick not suck on my hairy sack.  He spends a few more minutes trying to extract my cum before his knees tire.

He nods to me and goes to sit down near another man.  I watch them.  The smiling guy is soon on his knees again—and rewarded with a cum I his mouth.

I stroke.

A man from near the gay screen comes over.  He is dressed in jeans and a red T-shirt, with a generic ballcap on his head.  He is likely late 50’s.  He leans into my ear and whispers that he’d like to suck me.  I nod.  He comes around and kneels, turning the brim of the ballcap to the back.  For the longest time he just looks at my wet, glistening dick.   He finally cups my balls with his left hand.  His right grasps my shaft, but not too tightly.  He begins to lick the inches that are not clasped in his hand.  I like his tongue action, but I yearn for him to go deeper.  I am guessing he has a gag reflex, hence the fist on my cock—for it’s not moving in an effort to get me to cum more easily.

I let him do what he wants.  Finally, I ask if he can let go of my dick.  He looks up at me, thinks about it and releases his grip on my cock.  He bends—and takes the same shallow amount of my dick into his mouth.  I touch his head to try to get him to try another inch.  He rears back, thanks me, and goes out the door.

I stroke. 

Guys left in the room are eyeing me, but no one comes over—or makes any gesture for me to go to them.

We all stroke.

The door opens. 

A man in a power wheel chair comes in.  He halts right in front of the screen getting his bearings.  He spots me and the chair glides to the side of where I’m siting.  “Now that’s a big dick.”  He reaches for it and hefts it.  “Nice.”  He strokes it, with his soft fingers.  He lets go to maneuver the chair so he can lean out it.  He can just reach me to suck it, but it looks like a precarious position.

“Let me stand.” 

He smiles before I rise and feed him my dick.  He sucks me.  He has skills.  But seemingly no time.  He moves the chair back with a “Gotta go.” He wheels right out the door.

I sit back down and wonder why he’d buy a ticket if he can only spend 3 minutes in the room.  Or maybe he didn’t—and he got in free to a quick ‘look around.’

I stroke my now very wet dick.

The door opens again.  In comes the man with his long grey hair in a ponytail from a few posts ago.  He sits right next to me.  “Glad to see you again,” he whispers.  In moments, he slides to the floor and moves in front of me.  He sucks me down.  He takes me to the root and stays there.  I feel his tongue swirl around my shaft.  Slowly he pulls up, licking all the way.  He licks my head.  He spends a long time on my now sweaty balls.  He does it all again.

He pulls me.  “Your dick is so hot.”

I mutter a ‘thanks.’

“I love to suck it, but I’d really like to feel it in my ass again.”

My ears perk up.  Had we fucked in the old set up?  Maybe.  I can’t recall.  Instead, I ask if he’s prepped for a fuck.

He leans in to whisper.  “I always do when I come here, though usually it’s a waste of time.”

I tell him to strip.  He ditches his shorts and underwear.  He leaves on his white Tee and athletic socks.  I suggest he kneel in a neighboring chair.  He counters he’d like to stand and use the pole for balance. 

Whatever’s easier.  He leans, jutting his lily-white butt towards me.  I am lubed and ready.  I sink into him.  He’s not tight, but not loose.  The moment I am all the way in, he squeezes me in welcome, his sphincter tight on my shaft.  I wait until he releases me and begin a slow pumping. 

This is so unexpected.  I never thought I’d be fucking with today’s crowd.  The three or four men still here are very appreciative of the live porn.  All stroke to the fuck in front of them.

Still using the pole for balance, Pony Tail bends a little more.  I slide even deeper into his juicy ass.  My cock feels super wet.  I pump him harder.

I say words I didn’t expect to say:  “Can I cum in your ass?”

“Don’t you dare waste it.”  Then he moans and once again clamps down on my dick.  I love the tightness.  I am damn close.

“Tell me that you want my cum…”

“I do.”  He pants faster.  “I want you cum in my ass.”  He moans again.  “I’ve always wanted it…”

That does it.  I begin to shoot deep into his guts.  Over and over.  Giving him exactly what he wanted.