Unexpected Expertise

 Near Home—March, 2026

 

I went to the bookstore on first Saturday night of the month. I didn’t know what to expect.  When I arrived at 7pm, the place was packed.  I took the only seat available, where I could only see the straight screen.  Of the dozen men in the room, half of them had their dicks out and were jacking as they eyed each other to see who would make the first move…

 

I unzip.  The man next to me is not jerking.  He is actually scowling at the men who are pleasuring themselves.  My cock erects.  This seems to be too much for him.  He stands up and leaves, slamming the door behind him.

There is a very young man, college age and hot, across from me.  He is jerking more discreetly, covering his smaller cock.  There is a flurry of motion by the gay screen.  It’s Julian, the red/blond bottom who loves my dick.  He sees me and comes over.  “No one will do anything,” he hisses in my ear and goes into the restroom.  The young man across from me stands up and goes to the restroom door.  Julian has left it unlocked.  It closes.  I hear the lock turn.  And in moments, I recognize Julian’s low moan, muffled by the door.

The two of them finish up, whatever they are doing, and the young man takes his seat.  Julian goes out the entrance door. 

We jerk.

I stand up and move around to where Julian was sitting.  I look at the man sitting next to me.  He’s likely in his 30’s, Latin and is engaged with his phone.  He doesn’t look at me at all.  I pull my cock out again, glad that I now can see both screens and am not in the traffic pattern to the restroom.  In the next fifteen minutes, I get lots of interest and no follow through for either my cock or my mouth.  Guys are filtering out the door having only had sex with their own hand.   We are suddenly down to four of us.

One is the college kid who did something with Julian.  He loves to look at my dick.  We nod to each other.  I spread my legs in invitation.  But he sits in his chair.  Eventually he goes home.

The guy next to me puts down his phone.  It’s the first time he’s seen my dick.  His eyes get big.  He instantly turns away, grabbing for his phone.  In the next few minutes, I catch him sneaking peeks at my cock more often.  He even reaches down to his own crotch and adjusts himself.

I watch the straight screen on purpose, so I am not looking in his direction.  I want him to have all the time he wants to stare at my cock unobserved.  I give him a good ten minutes before I turn to the gay screen (and him.)  He quickly brings his phone up from his lap, staring at it and looking rather guilty.  Has his crotch swollen a little?  I can’t tell.  I nod to him and turn back to the straight screen so I can give him more viewing time.

This back and forth goes on for twenty minutes or so.  Each time I turn back he dives for his phone to cover his interest in my dick.  Finally, I just ask:  “Do you want it?”

He shakes his head.  Petrified. 

I smile.

That seems to work.  In not very fluent English, he tells me it’s beautiful. 

I thank him.

This opens the floodgates.  He hates coming here, but doesn’t know where else to go.  He just moved to the state and knows very few people.  On and on. 

I nod.

Eventually he asks if I would put it in his mouth. 

“Of course…”  I stand up, my cock swaying.  The only other man left in the room is paying no attention to us at all.  I am right by the Latin’s chair.  He has taken out his cock.  It’s short, but with a lot of foreskin.  My cock brushes his cheek.  He turns and takes me into his mouth.  I am not expecting much.  But the young guy is fantastic.  Up there with the best mouths I have ever experienced.  I stand still and let his tongue and lips work their magic.  He knows all the tricks, perhaps instinctively.  He can’t stay out of my piss slit—and it is oozing precum like mad.  His tongue keeps licking it up and he swallows with the tiniest, sexiest moan.

Suddenly he deep throats me.  Effortlessly.  His throat is both tight and roomy enough to feel good and not constricted.  He does it again and again.

He comes up for air.  We are both panting.

“Use my mouth…” he whispers.  He doesn’t have to ask twice.  I grab the sides of his head and begin a slow face fuck.  Nice and shallow.  Over and over.  As my tempo increases, I go a little deeper with each stroke.  Now I am fucking his face hard, his nose deep in my bush.  I pull out, let him catch his breath and do it again.

I fuck his face.  I pull out, wrapping the long strands of his deep throat spittle around my cock.  I make him clean them off me.  He does, hungrily, making tiny sounds of pleasure.

“Once more,” he pleads.

I fuck his face again—starting incredibly slowly—with just a few inches of my shaft.  His eyes beg me to speed up.  I do.  Slowly.  Going deeper.  And deeper.  I bottom out, my pubes grinding against his face. 

I look down.  His cock is about to explode.  I pull out of his mouth and take the short, fleshy cock into my mouth.  He gives me a huge young man’s load.  It makes him shake.  I suck him until there is no trace of jizz on his cock.

He is flustered now.  He zips up and grabs his phone and is out the door…

*

I stroked alone but for the one man who was oblivious to our sex.  Ten minutes later or so, the man that I have known the longest from this place came in with another man his age.  Soon, the guy I know was naked and then in my mouth, as the new guy sucked my dick.  The guy I know pointed to his friend and then to the wedding ring on his own finger.  I’d had no idea.  We had fun—but they couldn’t get me off.

We took a break and then did it again.  The same way around.  I played with the longtime guy’s ass, but didn’t fuck him in front of his partner.

We were interrupted by the young Latin coming back into the room.  He stuffed a piece of paper in my hand and left abruptly. 

I had his name and number.  I sent a text as soon as I was in my car and headed home…