"Do You Feel Like Fucking?"

 Near Home—February, 2026

 

Saturday nights at the bookstore have suddenly become a habit with me.  It’s a good mixed crowd of men I’ve seen occasionally in my usual afternoon visits and a whole crop of men who are strangers. 

I was still not totally recovered from how tired my bout with the flu had left me, but thought I’d be fine in this kind of crowd.  I arrived right around 7pm…

 

There are quite a few cars in the lot.  I go in, pay and am buzzed through the door to the dark theatre.  There are eight men here.  My usual seat is taken so I sit on the long wall, so with a turn of my head, I can see either screen.

There is no overt activity at the moment, but there is lots of kneading of swollen crotches.  I unzip and harden up.  I stroke.  Two other men breathe a sigh of relief and follow suit.  I love that I just gave them permission to jack.

The door opens and the man I’ve known from this establishment for years comes in.  He’s tall and thin, moderately hairy and likes to get naked.  He sits next to me and moments later stands up and strips down.

A third man frees his hard cock to stroke it.

My bookstore acquaintance watches both screens.  He hardens up fast.  He stands up and feeds me his dick.  He doesn’t ask, he just likes my mouth and wants to use it.  I suck him—and make a show of it.

One of the strokers comes over.  He kneels and begins sucking my cock as I work on the dick in my mouth.  Having a good mouth on me when I am sucking is one of my favorite things to do in the bookstore.  The guy on me is good.  He does my often-overlooked balls, too.  He jerks himself.  Hard and fast.

Suddenly he stands up.  “May I…?” he asks the guy in my mouth.  One cock withdraws and the other enters—and just in time.  He gives me his pent-up load in moments.  I swallow, lick him clean and go back to cock number one.

One of the strokers shoots on the floor and leaves.

“Do you feel like fucking?” my longtime acquaintance asks.

“Sure.”

He bends, holding onto the arms of the chair.  I stand up, lube up and push in.  I remember that he does not like to be fucked hard.  I give him a slow, buddy fuck.  He takes all of me, loving how my cock always hits his prostate.  He strokes himself in time with my thrusts—but soon his cock wilts and he just luxuriates in feeling full.

I know I won’t get off, but I keep it up for a long time.  The men stroking watch us as much as the porn.

Finally, I pull out.  He thanks me.  I go to wash up, not because I need to, but to let any other potential cocksuckers there know that I have.  When I get back, my acquaintance is dressed.  He thanks me and takes off.

I stroke for a long time.  One other man shoots into a fast-food napkin.  The others, but for one, just zip up and leave, piecemeal, over the next 30 minutes.

The place is now empty but for a man jerking to the straight porn.  I’ve clocked him throughout the night.  He has never looked in my direction during any of the sex I’ve had.  Not once.  But he loves to watch tiny young white women be ravaged by big black dick on the screen.

The door opens.  Road Worker comes in, his shaggy blond hair streaming down his neck.  He nods to me and goes to the darkest corner, a position where you can only see the straight screen.  And fairly close to the Hetro stroker.

Road Worker strips but for his knit cap and work socks.  He sits.  He gets hard and strokes.  I stand up and go over, smirking to myself that the Hetro stroker will not look at us.  I kneel and begin sucking Road Worker.  He skootches down in the seat, so his ass is right at the front.  His legs shoot up in the air.  He strokes his cock and hisses “Lick my balls!”

I do.  As I bend to do it my cock ‘accidentally’ brushes across his hole.  He sighs.  I lick his fairly hairless ball sack.  It is pulled up very tight against him.  He jerks faster as my tongue goes from one nut to the other.

“Fuck me,” he whispers.  “Hard.”

I lube up and slide in.  I let him take a huge hit of poppers.  I start slowly but build almost instantly to a hard fuck.  He takes it and begins to groan.  “Do it.  Make me cum…” he moans.

It is always over before I want it to be with Road Worker.  He shoots all over his abs.  He literally pushes me out of his ass with a hand to my chest and a twist of his lithe body.  He races to the restroom.

I stay, kneeling where I was and panting.

Hetro jerker stands up.  He moves two steps to me and shoves his generous cock in my mouth.  It explodes on contact.  It’s a massive load.  I grab his balls so he can’t get free and he has to let me lick him clean.  And he does.  I lick up any stray jizz.

He grunts.  I take it as a thank you.

He leaves, stuffing his wet cock away.

I am still on my knees as the door slams shut…