Saturday Night Suckers

 Near Home—April, 2026

 

The last sex of my very busy April was at my usual bookstore.  It was the final Saturday night of the month—and I was horned and ready for anything…

 

There is one man in the place.  He’s young.  And sitting in the chair I usually sit in.  I sit next to him.  He is stroking to the straight porn, with an occasional turn of his head to the gay porn behind us.  I pull out my cock and get it hard.  He smirks and nods.  I nod.  Before he can go down on me, the door opens.  A man in his late 40’s comes in.  He sees us and sits next to me.  He pulls his cock out and the three of us stroke, eyeing each other.

Just as I’m about to break the stalemate of who-will-go-down-on-who-first, the young guy stands up and goes to the guy in his 40’s.  He is a handsome man and the youth kneels and begins to suck his bigger than average cock.  The guy groans and reaches for my dick.  He begins to stroke me as the young man sucks his cock.  He gets his balls licked and sucked, too.

“Your turn,” says the young guy.  He knee-walks from the spread legs of the guy he’s left dripping to between mine.  This guy is a natural.  He takes me deep and often.  I know he wants a load—but I’m not there yet.  His tongue is everywhere.  He does my balls, too.  He lifts them so he can lick the ball sweat under them.  Then, with renewed vigor, he’s back on my shaft.

The other guy is no longer watching the porn.  He’s watching me get sucked.  And jerking hard.

The kid finally tires.  He’s been down there on one or the other of us for a long time.  He gets up and sits back in his chair.   The good-looking guy in his 40’s stands up to stretch.  And kneels between my legs.  His skills are good, though not quite as good as the youngster.  He licks everywhere the 20-something left wet.

When he sits back on his chair, the youngest man is back on the guy who just sucked me.  He’s sure that sucking me will have turned him on enough so he can get a load.  But it doesn’t work.  Just as I think the 40-something is going to shoot, he stops the young man by taking his own cock into his hand.

The young guy does me again, but briefly.  Within minutes, he’s had enough.   He stands up, zips up and takes off.  The two of us look at each other and shrug.  In moments, the 40-something is back on my cock.  Sucking for the goal.

The door opens.  A guy in his late 30’s walks in.  He nods to me and sits slightly away from us.  He is tall and thin.  He takes out his cock and leisurely jerks as he watches my cock get sucked.

The guy in his 40’s is very aware of a new man watching him suck dick.  And he’s not pleased.  Suddenly, he gets up and goes into the restroom.  I hear the water running as he washes up.  He is out of the restroom in a hurry and main door shuts behind him, with more sound than necessary.

I shrug at the younger man.  He smiles, glancing in the direction of the departed cock sucker.  He gets up and kneels between my legs.  The third mouth of the night is on me.  He’s good.   He does everything the other two have done for me, but with a little something extra.  When he deep throats me, by instinct, my hands go to the back of his head and hold him there.  He chokes and I instantly let go.  He pulls off me.  Beaming.

He catches his breath and he goes down on me again. 

Suck.  And deep throat. 

Hold.  And choke.

He comes up for air.  “That is so hot!” he murmurs.

“May I fuck your face?”

He eagerly gets up and sits.  I stand in front of him.  I grab his ears and begin a slow in and out of his mouth, not deep, just enough to make him pant, when I pull out.

“Yes,” he hisses.

I do it again.  Picking up speed.  It’s a very fast in and out, but not deep.  I pull out. 

He pants.  “Give it to me deep.”

I begin a deep face fuck.  He can take it.  And he is loving it.  The slim guy  is jerking like crazy as I pummel his face.  For a split second I worry that I will get him off too soon.  And then I feel it.  I’m the one who’s going shoot.

My thrusts are now all about my pleasure.  I pant, on the edge.  I slow down—but I can’t stay there.  I rev up and pound into his throat.

“FUUUUCK!”

I begin shooting.  My balls empty.  He swallows fast—as I’ve pulled out slightly so he can taste his reward.  He grabs my balls and won’t let me go.  He cleans me up, no matter how much I squirm…