Five Men Watching Porn

 Near Home—August, 2025

I went back on Thursday, two days after my post about the bookstore trip that had started well, but had fizzled out.  I wanted to see if I could do better.

 

There is one very large man in the room.  He is watching the straight video intently.  And he’s sitting in my favorite chair.  I sit over against the far wall, where it is even easier to see both screens.  I pull out the goods and jerk.  The man hasn’t the least interest in me or my cock.  He is not jerking, nor even groping himself, but every feel minutes (especially as the woman in the video squirts) his right hand presses hard into his crotch.

The scene ends.  He rushes to the restroom.  My guess is he’s unloading into the toilet.  I hear the flush the moment I think it.  Now the hand dryer buzzes.  He comes out of the restroom and goes straight out the entrance door, shutting it with more force than necessary.

I move to my preferred chair and continue to stroke.  Alone.  For about ten minutes.

The door opens.  A young man comes in and sits off to the side.  He is likely 30-ish, mixed race, and his build is slim and trim.  He takes out a phone.  Checks it.  Responds.  Puts it in his lap and takes out a second phone.  He checks it, types something terse and puts that one away, deep into a pants pocket.

He watches the video.  He likes the squirt video, too.  He opens his fly and begins to get hard.  The phone that is out goes off.  He checks it, this time ignoring it.  He starts to stroke.  He looks at me and nods.  I nod back.  He takes his hand off his cock, making a gesture showing that it’s available.

The phone dings again.  This time he types and answer.  When he puts it down, I go over and kneel in front of him.  I take all of him down my throat.  He moans and…answers his phone.  I keep working on him.  He types something short and sends it into the ether.  As he puts the phone down, I move to his sweaty balls.  He loves this—as much as I do.  It’s a hot day and his balls have that slight musk to them—a scent I can never get enough of.  He outright groans now as I take them into my mouth, one after the other.

I lick my way up his dripping shaft.  I take him down, all seven inches, into my throat and hold it there.  He begins to pant, then touches my shoulder, wanting me to pull off.  I do.

“I don’t want to cum yet.”

I go back to his balls.  He goes back to phone 1.  Then phone 2, deep in his pants, goes off with an annoying ring.  He digs it out as I sit back on my haunches and watch.  Whatever the message is, he stands up, pushes him rock hard cock inside his pants and goes out the door.

I get back to my chair and stroke, his taste still in my mouth.  I take a sip of water and swirl it around my mouth like fine wine.

Five minutes pass.

The door opens.  A white guy, likely mid-40’s comes in.  He is short and thin.  He sits next to me and instantly takes out a fully hard cock.  He turns to me and asks about the new set up—he’d expected the booths.

I explain the accident and the re-do. 

He tells me he’s from Illinois and stops in here anytime he’s on this section of I-94.

I nod.  We watch the video.  The guy on screen is making the woman squirt constantly.  My new companion loves this, too. 

We stroke.  A long time.  He turns to me.  “Can I suck you?”

“Please.”

He gets right down to it, kneeling in front of me.  He is great.  He is able to communicate real passion along with showing off his skilled mouth and tongue.  He works on me for a good ten minutes.  I love the sound of his strangled groans when he takes my full length down his throat.

He stands up, to go sit back down.  I surprise him by leaning forward and sucking the cock he’d been beating as he sucked me.  He loves it and stands still to let me work on him.  But the lure of my cock is too strong.  Soon, he’s back on his knees and working my runny piss slit.

The young black guy returns.  He sits on the other side of the room and watches—stroking to us.  I gesture him over.  He comes and sticks his dick in my mouth.  My sucker looks up.  He’s not pleased.  But he keeps going on my dick.  I suck the younger man until his second phone goes off again.  He runs out the main door.

The traveler gets off his knees.  “I’ll be back; I need something from my car.”   Did he just leave in a huff?

He’s gone a long time.  He arrives with a new bottle of poppers.  He tells me he couldn’t find his old one in the car.  He sucks me again.  But all the passion he had is gone.  He feels is too, and stands up and sits one seat away from me.

I try sucking him.  He takes a huge hit and his cock wilts.  He pushes we off rather brusquely.  I sit and stroke.

The door opens.  A married guy I know from here comes in.  He sits away from us.  I look to the traveler.  He is lost in his popper haze.  The married guy is erect and stroking, making eye contact with me.  I go over and suck his cock. 

I pause once, to glance at the traveler.  He glowers at me.  He takes another hit and tries to get his cock hard again.

I buckle down and get the load.  Big and juicy—from a very appreciative man.  He leaves. 

The vibe coming off the traveler is anything but good.

I cut my time short and take off, glad for the fun I did have…