Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

 Near Home—October, 2025

 

I got my car back late in the day on Monday, just before the shop closed.  I thought it was pointless to go looking for sex on a Monday night.  But I zoomed through my morning routine the next day so I could spend the afternoon at the bookstore.  The parking lot was not packed.  I didn’t care.  One man, the right man, was all I needed…

 

It feels very dark in the theatre.  I move cautiously to find a chair.  My usual seat is taken by a younger man.  I sit off to the side on the long wall, so I can see both screens.  The straight porn has had a night scene.  As the couple in the video goes back inside, the screen brightens and I can see around the room.  For so few cars, there are still half a dozen men here.  I recognize one man, a man I have played with here since I first found this place.  He is down the row from me.  The rest are strangers.

The guy in my usual seat undoes his pants.  He takes out a limp dick and begins working on it.  His cock grows and grows. The bathroom door opens.  The crossdressing Latino comes out.  He sits down in the chair next to the man with the big dick.  He reaches for it—and is rebuffed.  He pulls his own out and strokes it—eyeing the one that is at least twice as big as his, if not more.

The man I know gets up and moves to sit next to me.  We greet each other quietly.  His cock is hard.  I expect him to stand up and present his dick to be sucked.  Instead, he stands, then kneels and goes down on me.  Fuck!  It’s the first mouth on me for two weeks—and one who knows what he’s doing.  I lean back and let him go to work.

When his knees tire, I am ready to return the favor, but instead, a really short guy (who had moved near us during my sucking) goes to the floor and takes the guy I know into his mouth and then me.  Back and forth.  He can’t deep throat—but he has a great tongue.  We both love that he gives us equal time.  He only stops sucking us when he realizes he’s not going to get two loads down his throat.  He moves away, near the gay screen.

“I saved this for you.”  My bookstore acquaintance stands up and puts his dick in my mouth.  Almost instantly he is shooting down my throat.  He smiles, pulls himself together and leaves.

I stroke.

The big guy either cums very discreetly or just decides to take it home to his partner.  He puts his dick away and leaves.  The crossdressing Latino follows him out the door.

I look to the gay screen.  The short guy has lost his pants.  He is on all fours, sucking a guy who looks like he is the owner of the Harley out in the parking lot.  I watch.  The small guy turns his ass in my direction.  An invitation…

I get up and move towards the pair.  The small guy is now sucking the biker’s balls as the guy strokes himself.  I kneel and touch the exposed ass, running my fingers down the guy’s ass crack.

“Fuck!” the biker says under his breath.  He’s blown his load at the idea I was going to fuck the guy giving him head.  The biker doesn’t let the small guy clean him up.  He heads to the restroom and the small guy gets up and puts on his pants—and leaves, following the biker out the door.

I sit back down.  Dammit.  It would have been perfect. 

I stroke.  The few men left are voyeurs.  They leave one by one.

I stroke alone.  Not happy that I missed my chance.

I stroke.  And wait.

The straight video stops.  And stays on the menu card.  I push my cock into my pants and step out into the store to tell the woman behind the counter to flip to the next video.  As I go back in, two guys in their late 30’s come in after me—obviously a couple.  One heads to the rest room.  The other sits near me.  As soon as the video starts, he unzips.  He fists his six incher, turning his head to each screen.  The men on the gay screen are in a sixth-nine.  On the straight screen, the man is eating out a busty brunette.

The partner comes in from the restroom.  Both these guys look a little rough.  Like the weekend revels are still going.  The guy from the bathroom sits across the room from his partner and watches him stroke.  He smiles at him, gets up and kneels in front of him.  He begins sucking his partner.  The guy getting sucked, turns to me and grins.  I nod back, encouraging them to have fun.

After a while he stops.  The guy who was sucking swings up into the chair between me and his partner.  He looks at my big dick—and leans over and whispers:  “What’s your story?  What do you like to do?”

“Vers for oral.  All top for anal.”

“Great.  You want to fuck me as I suck him off?”

“Sure.”  Then I add, “If I fuck you, I’ll breed you.  I haven’t had much sex lately.  That ok?”

He stands up and drops his pants.  “I want a load in my ass.  Fuck me.”

He drops his pants.  His bare butt is pale and is sparsely haired.  He stands in front of his partner and bends to suck him.  I love that he knows I don’t need to be kneeling on the hard floor. 

But I go to my knees, for I can’t miss the chance to eat his beautiful ass.  Neither guy is expecting this. 

“Fuck, yes!” says the guy being sucked and the man I’m eating moans around the dick in his mouth.  I want to keep licking his hole, but my need is too great.  I stand up and push against his wet pucker.  He flowers open easily—a true asspig—and takes me all the way in on the first stroke.  I hold and slowly begin to fuck him. 

Now he pulls off the dick in his mouth.  “You feel even bigger than you look,” he moans, before attacking the dick in front of him with renewed vigor.  I build the speed.  This is going to be the shortest fuck I’ve had in years—and no one is going to mind one bit.

I begin pumping in earnest.  Without thinking, I give his ass a hard whack.  He responds with a guttural moan—which makes his partner just as happy.  “Fuck him hard,” whispers the guy in his mouth.  “Load him up.”

I can’t believe my good fortune.  The fuck builds quickly.  I have no control of my hips now.  They are at top speed.  It’s all about release.  I need to cum.  In him.

“Fuck….” breathes the guy getting sucked.  “I’m getting close…”

I speed up, if that’s even possible.  My balls tighten—and I begin shooting spurt after spurt into him.  I think the guy getting sucked gets off, too, but I’m so lost in my own orgasm, I don’t know for sure.

I marinate in his ass for a moment.  I pull out, inch by inch.  The guy moans.  A trail of cum seeps out of his hole.  I kneel and lick it back into place as the partner’s embrace…