Saturday Night Expectations

 Near Home—September, 2025

 

My dick was fully recovered by the end of the month.  I was headed to do a two-week work gig down in Indiana for the first days of October.  I knew that I would not have much sex (if any) during that time, so I wanted to have fun on my last Saturday in Michigan.  I was thinking of driving to one of the bigger venues in the state, but I used up my travel time with packing for the trip.  I ended up at my usual haunt.  But it was Saturday night.  I felt confident…

 

The room feels cruisy with expectations.  Two older bikers are over on the short wall—where they can only see the straight porn.  One is stroking a long, slender cock.  The other kneads his crotch from time to time.   There are two other men on the long wall, looking at both screens.  One has his hand shoved down his pants.  The other man’s pants are tented, but he doesn’t touch himself.  I don’t know these guys either.

The bikers are clearly waiting for someone.  I assume someone has announced on FetLife that he is bringing his female partner tonight.  The guys wait and wait.  The straight video stops.  And stays on the menu card.  I go out to the store and tell the cashier to change to the next video.  A man is standing there with his wife.  He comes in after me; she stays and chats to the cashier.  The new video starts.  The husband is horny.  He nods to the bikers and convinces the guy with the tented pants to get sucked.  He is either really good with his mouth or tented pants has no stamina.  He shoots very fast.  The husband licks him clean.

He turns to the room.  “I’ll go get her.”  The bikers nod to each other as he goes out the door.  But the couple never return. 

I stroke.  The one biker strokes.  The man with his hand shoved down his pants finally frees his tiny dick.

Time passes.  The bikers seem to be sure the couple will be back.  Finally, the stroker of the two walks into the restroom.  I wait for the sound of the door to shut, but it doesn’t.  And he doesn’t come back.  I get up and head over like I need to piss, my big cock swinging.  The door is wide open and he is jerking over the toilet, desperate to get his load out.  His pants are around his knees.

I step in.  He turns and nods to me. 

I nod back and hear myself say: “If you want some help, my mouth is available…”

“Fuck, yes…”

He turns and presents me with his long slender dick that now, after all the stroking, is not nearly as hard as while watching the video.  I go to my knees.  He sighs as I take him into my mouth.  I notice I left the door open.  I mentally shrug.  Then I concentrate on getting him off.  But I can’t get him any harder with all my oral tricks.  My left hand moves from his tight balls to his ass.  My finger grazes his asshole.  He grunts.  His cock oozes.  I begin to work it into him.  I am rewarded with more precum.  He takes the first joint.  I work it up him and suck.  I find his prostate and he spews his cum, in a long drizzle, down my throat, with a muted sigh.

I go back to my chair.  He leaves.

I stroke. Tiny Dick strokes.  The remaining biker ignores us, focusing on the double fuck on the screen.

A hot man in his late 40’s comes in.  He sits next to me.  He watches me manhandle my dick more than the video.  I’m pretty confident of a blow job.  But just as suddenly he leaves.

I stroke.

He’s back with a bottle of poppers.  He sits in the same chair and watches me work my cock.  He opens his fly and takes out a meaty seven incher.  He huffs the poppers and jerks at top speed.  He leans towards me, still lost in the fumes.  “Do you suck?”

So much for that blow job.  But I’m more than willing to do him.  I go to my knees and take him deep into my throat.  He is twice the girth of the biker.  The poppers are used again.  I barely get to do much before he gives me a big load that coats my tongue.  He holds me in place and pumps into my face to get out the last drops.

I stand up.  The biker all but rolls his eyes at me.  The handsome guy takes off, stuffing that thick cock back in his pants.

I stroke.

Tiny Dick leaves.  The Biker does, too.  I am alone on a Saturday night.

The guy with the long mustache comes in.  I tell him I am completely healed.  He settles down and does to me what I did to the two other men, using that long facial hair to everyone’s satisfaction…

*

This is my last hook up from my file folder of notes.  I don’t know I have ever run out before in all these years.  Indiana has given me no time to play.  Until today.  I am posting this and heading to the bathhouse…