Bookstore Quartet

 Near Home—November, 2025

You always hope that on any given trip to the bookstore you find someone who wants what you have to offer.  On the Saturday night before Thanksgiving, I found not one but three playful men.  We made the perfect quartet…

 

I go into the dark room, the door shutting firmly behind me.  I like what I see.  A handsome lean man, with a long thin cock, is getting it sucked by a younger man.  The Latino, who now only occasionally cross dresses, is watching, while stroking his uncut cock.  Another man is here, too.  He has his dick out—though it’s not hard yet.  I sit along the far wall where I can watch both screens—but of course I watch the blow job.

The guy giving it tires.  He gets up and goes to the restroom.  The guy who isn’t hard yet, instantly stands up and moves to the guy who was getting blown.  He kneels and takes the spit slick dick into his mouth.

The Latino stands up and walks over to me.  “You feel like fucking tonight?” he asks.

I nod.  The Latino steps out of his pants and greases up his ass.  I roll a Magnum on my cock, knowing that’s how he plays.  He bends over, holding onto the arms of a chair.  I stand up, lube the latex and slide in.  I thrust hard.  He groans and he begins beating his own cock twice as fast as I am thrusting.

“Fuck, me Papi,” he moans.

I speed up.  So does his hand.  He groans and in less than three minutes of fucking, he is spraying his load on the old linoleum floor.  I go wash up and he pulls out a wet wipe…

*

The Latino has taken off.  I’m back in my same seat.  The handsome guy is still getting head.  He’s back to the first sucker—but it’s obviously not doing it for him.  He motions that he wants to take a break.  Now I wonder if the two suckers are partners.  They confer with each other and take off.  Leaving me and the handsome man alone.

We stroke to the straight porn.

Suddenly he gets up and comes over.  He sits next to me.  “May I?” he asks.  I nod and he fondles my dick.  “Nice,” the guy breathes, more to himself than to me.  He keeps it up for a moment, then stands and kneels in front of me.  He takes me into his mouth and gives me an expert blow job.  I am surprised—I had him sussed out as straight trade.  Now he goes to my balls and gives them the licking that I love.  He loves them, too.  He makes little mewling sounds of satisfaction as he does it.

Finally, he sits back down.  I give him less than 30 seconds before I am on my knees and returning the favor.  I spend a long time on his balls—and then work up the shaft.  He is a steady dripper.  His cock leaks at the least provocation.  I keep mopping it up with my tongue—coating his dick head.

The door opens.  It is the man I have known from my earliest days of playing here.  He is also our age—and maintained his body.  He nods to us before he takes off all his clothes, but socks.  He sits and strokes, watching me give head.

When my knees tire, I sit between the two men.

The door opens.  A man enters, tall (taller than me, so at least 6’4”) and nicely worked out.  He could be anywhere from 30 to 40.  He sits facing the three of us.  He unzips and takes out a sizable dick.  It hardens quickly.  He looks at the three older men.

The handsome guy gets up, walks over and kneels.  He begins to suck him.  The young man nods to me and gestures for me to join them.  I stand to his side and he begins to suck my cock while he is being sucked.  He’s good—and his face is registering just how much he loves this.  Fully naked guy joins us, standing on his other side.  Now the young guy gets to go back and forth between our two dicks.  He gives us equal time.

Finally, the guy stops sucking us and puts his hands on his sucker’s shoulder.  “I don’t want to shoot yet,” he whispers.  We move back to our seats.  The young man stands up and strips.  He leaves on his athletic socks and slips his feet back into his shoes.  He is nicely gym built—but not excessively so.  He sits for a moment—stroking his cock.  Then he gets up and kneels in front of my naked friend.  He begins sucking his cock.  My friend kneels and whispers something to him.  The young guy stands and bends, still sucking dick but making his ass available. 

I know my cue—I go over and kneel behind him.  I rim his full, hairy cheeks.  He groans around the dick in his mouth.  I grease my dick as I tongue fuck him.  Then I stand up and slap my cock on his butt.  “You want this?”

“Fuck, yes!” he manages around the dick in his mouth.  I enter him.  He moans.  I begin a slow fuck.  “Hard and fast,” he barks out, before putting the wet dick back in his mouth.  I oblige.  Fucking him hard and fast.  His ass makes a hot, wet sound on each stroke.  He gasps, forgetting about sucking now.  He grabs his own meat and strokes it.  In moments, he is shooting all over the floor.

He pulls off me and sits next to my naked friend.  “I didn’t expect this tonight.  I hope I was clean enough…”

I assure him he was spotless.  And he was.  As the young guy gets dressed my naked friend, stands up and bends over.  I push into his ass.  The young guy loves seeing my dick in someone else.  “I took all that?” he mumbles before getting up and going home.

I fuck my bookstore acquaintance until he begs me to stop.  I pull out slowly.  “Did you cum?” I ask.

He shakes his head, but tells me he needs to take off.  I go wash my dick, not because I have to, but to encourage the handsome guy to suck me again.  And he does, the moment we are alone in the theatre.

When he comes up for air, he tells me that we’ve played before—at a motel party ten or so years ago.  He’s not pissed that I don’t remember.  Far from it.  He stands up and takes off his pants.

“My turn,” he murmurs.  “And I would love your load.”  He bends over and holds onto the chair arms.  I eat his ass.  His ass cheeks are smooth—but it is a luscious furry crack.  I could spend hours there in the right circumstances.  But with all the good sex tonight, I am ready to breed.

I stand up and slip inside him. He is not tight, but very clingy.  It feels great—and different—then any of the other holes I’ve fucked tonight. 

“God, you fill me up…” he moans.

I begin a gentle in and out.  I can’t help but speed up, before I normally would.  I just let my dick take charge.  I am truly rutting into this handsome man now—and he is begging for my load.

“Give it to me…”

“Almost there…”

“I can feel it…”

What he feels is the big head of my cock expanding, ready for the discharge.  I’m there.  I spew spurt and spurt into him.  I am shaking with the orgasm.  I hold onto his hips and groan.  I can’t quite catch my breath. 

I marinate in my jizz for a long moment.  I reluctantly pull out.  I sink to my knees and push some of my escaping cum back into him with my tongue…