Finding Julian

 Near Home—December, 2025

It was the day after Christmas.  I was bored and wanted to avoid doing the things I should be doing around the house.  I went to the local bookstore.  There were cars in the lot.  Great.  I parked and went in, avoiding the slippery patches of ice on the asphalt…

 

There are four men here.  Three I don’t know.  But the fourth man, off to the side, I know very well.  It’s Julian—the close to 40-year-old blond, with a thick cock and a generous ass.  We had found each other here a lot in the spring.  I had even gotten him to go the house party, but by summer he had dropped off the face of the earth. 

But here he was, nodding at me.  I nodded back as my dick came out.  He gives me a moment to get it fully hard before he stands up and comes over.  He kneels and envelops my entire length.  He holds me deep in his throat until he chokes—and only then does he come up for air.  He gulps it in and begins sucking me in earnest.

Julian loves to suck cock—and it shows.  His tongue is in constant motion.  He varies the speed, the suction and the depth.  He licks my balls without a reminder.  He digs his tongue deep under them, licking with broad strokes of this tongue, moaning a little at the sex smell there he craves.

He goes back to my cock with renewed vigor.  His head bops.  Two of the other men are watching us.  A young Latino takes out his very short cock and begins to stroke it to the sight of Julian sucking me.  The other guy, an older Black man, kneads his crotch.

Julian stands up.  He’s been jerking his cock as he sucked.  Now he offers it to me.  I open wide and take him into my mouth.   I swirl my tongue around his pronounced head.  I take him deep.  Julian loves this—and begins fucking my face.  (This makes the Latino beat his dick harder.)  Julian slows down.  I pull off his shaft and lick his fragrant balls.  With a little work, I can just fit both of them in my mouth.  Julian groans and works them out of me.  He bends down and whispers.

“Do you want to fuck me or should we keep it oral?”

“Are you prepped for fucking?”  I reply, just as softly.

“Sure.”

“Then get out of those pants…”

I stand up and Julian unbuckles his belt.  The khakis are folded and placed on the chair next to where I was sitting.  He unbuttons his shirt, but leaves it on.  He kneels in my chair, presenting that full, rounded ass to me.  I go to my knees and begin to tongue his hole.  Julian moans.

The Latino beats his cock faster. 

I tongue fuck his slightly loose pucker.  There is not a lot of hair in his ass crack, but just enough for my pleasure.  I am now licking up and down his entire cleft, before zeroing in once more on his hole.

“Fuck me!”

I stand up, my cock slick with spit and lube.  I push in.  Julian groans.  He takes half of me easily.  I work the rest of it into him slowly.  I gesture to the Latino that Julian’s mouth is available, knowing he loves a cock in his mouth as I fuck him.  The Latino shakes his head and just keeps of jerking.

I begin to pump into Julian’s wet ass.  He’s a great self luber.  The sound of my cock in his wet hole fills the room.  He begins pushing back on me—matching each of my strokes.  It’s working.  I feel like I could actually give him a load this fast in the proceedings.

“Damn, I want it…” he murmurs under his breath.

I go to my knees and eat his hole once more, stroking myself hard and fast.  My tongue finds his juices and laps them up.  Yes!  I stand up and push into him.  My balls give him what he’s craving.  I hold inside him for a long time.

I watch the Latino empty his nuts on the floor.

I pull out and Julian cleans my cock.

I let him wash up (and take off with a jaunty wave) before I go piss.  I find that I am still hard.  I emptied my balls, but realize I could still have fun.

But the Latino is gone.  The Black man simply likes watching.  The fourth man in the room offers me his cock.  I suck him for a moment before I realize he is sitting at an odd angle in his seat.  I realize it’s because his left hand is down around behind him and is fingering his ass.  Ok.  I jerk his cock for a minute before it becomes clear he is not prepared for that type of play.  The smell is overpowering.  

I make my excuses…and get out of there quickly…

 

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Well, the good and the bad—the old bookstore lottery.  As that last was a downer, I’ll leave you with this, the opposite of Julian: