The Man in a Suit

 Near Home—September, 2025

 

I had a busy week.  Fortunately, the load I shot on Monday kept me focused on what needed to be done.  But Saturday arrived and the restlessness began the moment I woke up.  I kept myself busy, trying not to mind that slight ache in my balls.  I decided to try my usual haunt, but at night.  It was the perfect choice…

 

The sexual energy is palpable the moment I walk in.  I sit in my usual chair, my throne (at the Talker dubbed it) and unzip.  There are half a dozen men here and not one of them is on their phone.  Two are stroking to porn and one kneading his crotch.  A hot Latino I’ve never seen before is on his knees, sucking a man my age with a long uncut cock.  There is so much foreskin, I can see it across the room.

The moment I’m hard, the older man, who was groping himself, comes over.  He asks timidly if he can suck me.  I nod and he goes to his knees.  He’s good, with lots of tongue action.  He loses points for not including my balls.

The uncut guy suddenly grabs the head of the hot, young Latino, forcing him down on his cock.  The guy’s body convulses—feeding his load to the hungry young man.  He groans louder with each spurt—and he gives him five or six. 

The moans from the guy inspires my cocksucker.  He works faster, getting me even wetter with a ton of saliva on my balls.  I instruct him to lick it off.  He does, but with no real joy.  He spends a few more minutes on me before he begs off.

The uncut guy has left, after a quick piss in the restroom.  Two new men have come in.  One of them is a guy I’ve known since I started coming here.  He always strips totally naked.  The other is a hot younger man I’ve never seen.  The Latino wants more.  And he chooses me.

He kneels the moment I nod my head.  His mouth envelops my shaft.  To the root.  Damn!  The kid has real talent.  His tongue is velvety.  And busy.  It’s everywhere:  in my piss slit, on the shaft, quick flicks on my balls and scooping up precum.  And he loves doing it.  It radiates from his face.  He is doing exactly what he wants.

But even young men’s knees get tired on the hard floor.  He gets up, with a promise for more later.  My naked acquaintance has been sitting right next to me, lazily jerking to watching me be serviced.  He is thrilled that when the Latino comes back from the restroom, he is the next dick of choice.  The Latino obviously loves daddies.  For there is a very hot young man here, now stroking a sizable cock.

Another of the older men comes over.  He doesn’t even ask if he can suck me.  He just kneels.  He’s good.  I squeeze his shoulder as he moves to my balls.

My naked friend has no control with the Latino.  He is exploding down his throat after a mere five minutes.  He gets dressed and leaves.  The Latino sees I’m busy—and goes to work on the hot younger guy.  My older man leaves my balls soaking and moves back up the shaft.  He slides down it, wanting to deep throat me.  He chokes at the three-quarter mark.  The spasm in his throat feels really hot to me—not so much to him.  He gets up, using my knees for balance.  His half hard cock is right there.  I lean in and suck it.  He’s surprised.  And I’m not sure he’s pleased.  He pulls away after a moment.

The Latino get the hot young man off—who swaggers out the door.  The Latino moves to one of the older jerkers. 

The door opens.  A stranger walks in.  He’s somewhere between 45 and 50, white, with a thin mustache.  He is trim and wearing better clothes than most of us here.  He nods to me and sits one chair away.  He looks at my dick—but makes no move.  He removes his suit jacket, folding it and placing it on the chair beside him.

The older guy who was just on me has gotten a second wind.  He kneels once again and goes to work.  The new guy watches.  His dress pants tent.  I lean back in the chair and enjoy the guy’s mouth.  He works hard—but I’m nowhere close to shooting.  The older guy moves off—and is the next man the young Latino works on.

“You have a beautiful cock,” the newcomer says.

I thank him.  And mention he must have liked what he saw—indicating the tented pants.

“Right.”  He stands up and takes them off.  He folds them neatly and places them on the seat next to him.  His designer boxers quickly follow.  He sits down, once his dress shirt is unbuttoned, exposing a late in life gym bod.

He idly fondles his balls, letting his erection sway.  He has a nice, cut, seven+ inches.

“You suck?”

“Sure.”  I stand up and move in front of him.  He hefts my cock appreciatively before I go to my knees.  I begin to suck his cock.  He sighs.  I concentrate on the wet piss slit.  I clean up the leaking precum.  Now a deep throat.  Making him gasp—and moan.  Then I do it all over again.

I move to his balls.  They are now damp from my spit.  I make them truly wet.  He hunkers down in the seat, giving me easier access.  I work each individually.  Back and forth.  Then I pull them up and lick his perineum.  He moans and hunkers down more.  I keep licking.  I go back to his balls for a moment, then back to his taint.  He moans.  My tongue flicks across his tight pucker.  “Yes…” he hisses.

My tongue is already burrowing into his hole.  He gasps and grabs the back of my head.  He holds me in place as I eat out his ass.  My cock is drooling.  I can’t wait to slide into him and give him my load.  But he’s not letting go.  He holds me there—and I’m just fine staying right on his hole while I work a ton of spit inside him.

Finally, he releases me.  Across the room, we hear another man lose his load down the Latino’s throat.  I stand up.  Just as I’m about to ask if he wants to get fucked, his mouth engulfs my cock.  He good.  And driven.  He takes me to the root repeatedly.  He pulls off and comes up for air.

“Sit down,” he tells me.

I do and he kneels in front of me.  He works hard.  He is making me feel really good.  With his mouth still around my dick, he finds some poppers in his shirt pocket.  He takes a hit, never taking me out of his mouth.  He hands them to me.  I don’t use them.  And then I do.

Fuck!  They are strong.  And they are working on both of us.  He is sucking with a new intensity—and my balls are tightening up.  In moments, I am grabbing his head and shooting down his throat.  Over and over.  Spurt after spurt.  I let go of him and collapse in the chair.

Only then do I see that he’s shot at the same time.  He stands up shakily and I clean his wet cock.  He dresses quickly, avoiding the pool of semen on the floor, and is out the door.

I see the Latino working on the last man in the room.  He gets the load before I get out of the restroom.

The Latino is the only other man here.  “How many?” I ask.

He shrugs.  “Been here since noon.”  It is now ten o’clock that night.  “I just wish you’d given me yours…”

“Next time,” I tell him and go out into warm night air…