A Night to Remember

 Near Home—March, 2026

I had a lot of sex in March.  So, it was hardly surprising that not all of it was great.  Late in the month I went to the bookstore nearest to me on a Wednesday afternoon.  Shaved Head and his partner, Shy One, were there, and no one else.  Each took a turn on my dick before they went home.  A little later there was large gentleman who sat next to me (the only man in the place, when he walked in) and decided he needed to jack me.  He complained that I had a light sheen of lube on my dick.  Not a day to make blogging history…

I went back on Friday night.  It started slowly—and built to something I’m not sure I had ever done before…

 

There are five men in the room when I go in.  One of them is in my usual chair, so I sit on the short side wall where I can only watch the straight porn.  Two guys are openly stroking, their eyes darting from the screens to each other and back again.

The moment I sit down, a tall Black man gets up and comes to sit next to me.  He opens his pants and takes out an impressive dick (my length, but thicker!)  In moments he asks if he can touch me.  I nod.  He strokes me with a slightly lubed hand.  It feels great.  But I want one of us to use our mouths.  And I don’t care who goes first.

He continues to stroke me leisurely.  “So big,” he murmurs.  I suddenly remember that I have met this guy once, right after this new space opened.  He’d sat in the corner and stroked for hours, while guys had sex all around him.  He didn’t want to be sucked, but he let me lick his balls.  At the last second he’d relented and I took his load.

I reach over and stroke his dick at the same time.  Eventually, he leans in and whispers “I want you to fuck me between my thighs.”  I look at him.   He’s serious. 

We stroke each other a little more, then I excuse myself to go piss.  Once I’m done, I sit in a different chair—one across from one of the masturbators and out of sight of the Black Thigh Fuckee.  The guy jerking has been eyeing the two of us.  Now he has eyes just for me.  I am pretty confidant of a blow job.  This guy is around my age.  He’s maintained a good build and his six-incher is rampant.

He stands up.  He moves in front of me.  “Suck me,” he says, loud enough for the whole room to hear it.  He grabs the back of my head and pulls me onto him.  He fucks my face for a moment—before his cock explodes.  It’s a huge load and his groan of release fills the room.

The Black guy gets up and comes to see what’s happened.  He sees me licking the stray jizz off the older man’s wilting cock.  As soon as the guy who shot leaves, the Black guy stands in front of me.  “Is that what you want?” he grunts.  His cock is throbbing.  He pushes it into my mouth.  He moans as my tongue goes to work.  “Fuck, you’re good.  Make me…” and he can’t even get to the last word in the sentence before he’s shooting into my mouth.  He let’s me clean him up.  He squeezes my shoulder and retreats to the restroom.

The three remaining men are all in sightlines of me.  All are stroking.  The youngest guy, built thick, moves to sit opposite me.  He makes a big deal of showing off his bigger than average cock.  He’s uncut.  He plays with the extra skin as he strokes.

Suddenly he stands and moves.  He sits in the chair next to me.  “Make me cum like the others…” he whispers.  I go to my knees.  This one is work.  But I can tell he’s getting there as he is juicing like crazy.  I touch his balls.  He groans.  I let a finger touch his perineum as I suck.  He groans louder.  My finger heads to his asshole—and he shoots a huge young man’s load down my throat.  I clamp my free hand around his balls as he tries to squirm away.  I clean under his foreskin and he literally shakes.  But as I let go, he grins, shoves it all into his jeans and takes off without a wash up.

There is larger guy, early 60’s, white.  He has moved to sit across from me to watch me work on this last guy. He nods to me.  I have only just sat back down.  I get up and go to him.   “Will you do me, too?” he whispers.  “Please.  It’s been so long…”

I kneel.  I take his tiny cock into my mouth.  He moans.  His cool hands touch my ears—and in moments load number four is drooled onto my tongue by his cock.  I clean him thoroughly and sit back down.  He goes off to wash.

The last guy in the room is down the side wall from me.  He’s not looking at me.  At least now.  He studies the straight porn screen.  Emboldened by four loads in a row I say “Happy to do you, too, if you want…”

He turns to look at me.  “Why not?”  he murmurs.  I kneel in front of him.  His cock is soft and long.  I take him into my mouth.  I do every trick I know, but his cock will not reach full hardness.  Then he grabs the sides of my head.  He begins thrusting upwards into my mouth.  He is hard and rampant now that he’s in charge.  He keeps thrusting upwards into my face.  He’s long enough to just touch the back of my throat.

“Take me, fucker!”  And he cums.  Over and over.  He can’t stop. 

I clean him up and he moves to the restroom.  I sit back down. 

I can’t believe it.  Five loads from five men and in less than 25 minutes from the first.

I think about going home.  I am alone in the room and sit in my usual chair, now.  I am having some major jizz joy and decide to stay for a bit.

The door opens.  A man I know from here, who often jerks but has never had human contact in front of me, sits in the corner.  He’s likely late 40’s.  He takes out his dick and jerks to the straight porn.

Another man comes in.  College age and wearing a thick wedding ring.  He sits in the chair I started the night in, able to only see the straight screen.  His hand reaches into his pants and he works his dick while still inside his jeans.

I am pretty sure I am out of luck with these two.

A younger man—late 30’s with a bushy beard comes in.  He sits and has eyes for my cock.  We do the nod thing…and he comes over.  He kneels and sucks me.  The young married guy watches us, but looks back at the screen if either of us look in his direction.  The bearded guy is good on my cock, but I know he’s not going to take me over the edge.    When he stands up to rest, I lean forward and suck his short, hairy dick.  He gasps.  Then he grabs the back of my head to keep me there.  He unloads.  A bitter smoker’s load—but it’s number six down my throat.

He leaves.

I look at the college kid.  He finally shows me his cock.  It’s long and thin and uncut. 

“Do you want some head?”

He nods.  I kneel in front of him.  “I don’t do this…” he says as I take him in my mouth.  It’s instant.  And huge.  He just keeps on spurting rope after rope of cum down my throat.  He let’s me clean him up.  “Terrific…” he mutters as he puts himself back together.  I stand up to let him leave and start for my chair.

“Don’t you want mine?” asks the guy in the corner.

I pivot around and kneel once more.  He is almost as fast as the kid as he seems so turned on to have watched me play with these two other men.  His cum pools on my tongue, more than spurts.  But it’s delicious.  I clean him of every drop.  He writhes in that post ejaculation moment that is half agony/half pleasure.

I let him go.

“You can suck me anytime,” he whispers as he does up his pants.

I sit down.

Alone in the dark theatre.

My cock is rampant as I think back over the eight men I have had in such rapid succession. 

I taste the pearl of cum oozing from my piss slit. 

One last drop of cum for the night…