A Bookstore Quickie

 Near Home—September, 2025

I rather surprised myself by needing sex after the marathon I had on Saturday, detailed in the last two posts.  But I hadn’t shot—and I really needed to do just that.  On Monday, I went to my usual haunt.  It was busy…

 

I am the seventh man in the room.  There are two blow jobs in progress.  The fifth man is jerking off as he watches the men get sucked.  The man not doing anything is Shy One—who instantly comes over to me the moment I take my dick out.  It’s great to have his experienced mouth on me once again.  I enjoy his partner, but if I had to choose one, I would pick Shy One’s mouth any time. 

He is sucking me with real need today.  Maybe he didn’t have much cock this weekend.  His mouth is everywhere, including my balls.  Heaven. 

We hear a guy have an explosive orgasm down by the gay screen.  We both look in that direction.  Shaved Head has gotten some guy off.  The man, his wet dick swinging, charges to the restroom.  Shaved Head comes to my side and watches his partner suck me.  Perhaps, knowing what he really wants, Shy One gets up and lets Shaved Head take over.  He sits and watches his partner do all the things he has just been doing to me.  But not my balls.  Shaved Head rarely touches my so-full-of-nerve-endings balls.  He finishes up.  They use the rest room and leave.

New men arrive.  The second blow job has just petered out.  There are always six or seven men in the room, as new ones keep coming to replace the guys who play for a bit and leave.  Some shoot a load.  Most don’t.

The cross-dressing Latino (who may need a new nickname as he hasn’t cross dressed for months now) comes in.  He sits next to an older man.  He let’s the guy play with his hard cock.  Then he gets down between the legs of the man and fondles the guy’s dick—which  never quite hardens up.

When he gets bored with that, the Latino comes over to me.  “Suck me?”

I am not sure I’m in the mood.  But a dick in need is a dick in…

He doesn’t wait for an answer he just moves in so it is inches from my face.  I suck him.  And enjoy it.  He is a heavy precummer today.  I work his small dick, really digging my tongue under the foreskin.  He pants and moans.  I do it again and again.

This gets him really horned.  “Fuck me!”

“A little later,” I tell him.  I have my eye on a man who has been watching us.  My sucking has made him take his dick out to jerk to the sex.  He’s a larger guy with no hair left on his head.  His dick is long and thin.  I love how avidly he has watched me suck the Latino—and for whatever reason, I really want to get this guy off.

The Latino moves down the row of seats to play with a guy by the screen.  I stand up and cross to the bald guy.  His eyes light up as I nod to him and kneel.  He sighs the moment my tongue and lips touch his cock.  He instantly begins to rub my head, with his thick fingers.

He sighs again.  “It’s been so long…”

He leaves it unfinished for his balls are tightening up.  He’s going to shoot.  I am ready for it, but not ready for the sheer volume of seed he fires down my throat.  His dick just keeps spurting and spurting and finally trickling.  I stay there.  Even for the final drip.

He thanks me effusively and takes off.

I meet the Latino on the way back to my chair.  “Let’s fuck.”

He strips off his pants and greases up his ass.  I lube my cock and roll on the condom.  I lube it up, too.  He bends, supporting himself on the chair seat.  I enter him.  A little roughly, like he likes it.  I build fast.  I am really letting him have it.

The Latino jerks himself.  “Fuck me just like that…” he mumbles.

I keep it up.  And he shoots.  All over the floor.  He pulls off me.  The condom is as gross as always.  I carefully peel it off, drop it in the wastebasket and go to wash up—just in case.  When I come out, the Latino gives me a thumbs up as he heads out the door.

I have an erection that won’t go down.  Two men are lazily jerking the other.  They show no interest.  But there is a guy who has been watching me from the moment I came in.  He’s never opened his fly—just kneaded his crotch.  I move to him, my cock swaying.

“You want this?”

He tries to answer but can’t seem to find the words.  So, he nods.  I stick my dick in his mouth.  The low, sexy, moan that comes out of him makes up for his lack of skill.  But I am a man on a mission.  I begin a slow face fuck.  He’s right with me.  He ovals big and just let’s me use his mouth for my pleasure.

I keep plowing into his mouth.  Faster and faster.

“You want my load?”

He grunts around my invading dick.  It sounds affirmative.  I keep pumping. 

And pumping.

In moments, I am unloading deep into his throat.  I truly empty my balls.  It just keeps coming.

He gives the most sensual sigh as I pull out of his mouth, catching an escaping drip with his tongue…