Eight Horny Men

 Near Home—May, 2026

 

After Zane’s visit, I didn’t need to play.  We’d had three sessions of hot, connected sex—and it was always satisfying.  But 48 hours after he left, I had to admit my balls needed release.  I went to my usual bookstore…

 

There are a number of cars parked in the lot.  I go into the dark room.  There are half a dozen men watching porn.  Only one is stroking—and he is flogging a sizable, uncut cock.  I sit next to him, as he’s in my usual seat.  I unzip and pull out my plumping cock.  I reach into my shirt pocket for my lube.  Fuck!  I didn’t bring it.  I am never without lube here.  After the obligatory circumcision for a white, 1950’s baby, I have very little extra skin when I’m hard.  I can rub raw easily, so I always have a sheen of lube on my cock.  I settle today for spit.  Constantly.

But I don’t have long to wait for a good mouth.  A white-haired gentleman, who I haven’t seen before, comes over.  He sucks the uncut guy and strokes me at the same time.  Then he reverses—I am in his mouth, and he uses his hand on the uncut guy.

The uncut guy is now hungry for dick himself.  He takes the place of the white-haired man and sucks me.  I like his mouth technique even more.  White Hair stands, groping his dick that refuses to harden, while watching me get serviced.

When Uncut finally goes back to his chair, White Hair is right there to suck him once again.  WH works hard and in moments gets the load. 

Our sex in front of the other men in the room has made every man there get his dick out.  I turn to one of the strokers and nod to him.  He nods back, taking his hand away from his cock.  It’s a plump one with a lot of foreskin.  I kneel and go to work.  I am surprised to find a leather cockring in place.  But it doesn’t slow his orgasm.  He is spurting into my mouth in less than five minutes.

I sit back down.  The youngest guy in the room comes over.  He is blond and carrying a little extra weight.  “You fuck?” he asks.

“I do, but I forgot my lube.  Do you have any?”

He shakes his head.  “Can I suck it?”

I nod and he kneels.  At first, he does a good job as he licks up and down the shaft and spends time on my balls.  Now he takes me truly into his mouth.  He teeth catch my flared helmet head almost every time.  I power through it at first, but finally I have to stop him.  The blond nods.  I am not the first man to tell him this.  He goes out the door.

I stroke.

With spit.  Mine and others.

An older gentleman comes over.  He’s watched it all, kneading his fairly lifeless cock.  Now he asks to suck me.  I nod.  He kneels, using the arms of my chair to help him get to the floor.  And he is horrible at it.  The blond was slightly toothy—this guy is nothing but.  I have to stop him.  He’s not happy.  He gets up and leaves the theatre.

I stroke.

The room has emptied but for the white-haired gentleman and myself.  He does another round on me.  I sigh, feeling good.

The door opens.  In comes Cute College Kid.  He comes right to us and sits on the other side of me.  He strips off his pants and shirt.  I always forget about his artistic tats—which make him even hotter.

He sucks me.  He is good as always, so hungry for my thick dick.  We reverse.  I suck him as White Hair fondles CCK’s balls.  Now the young man stands up, turns and offers me his ass.  Fuck!  Does he have lube?  Nope, but at least I can eat it.  He kneels on the chair as I kneel on the floor.  I devour his hole—tongue fucking him deep and hard.  He moans.  White Hair is fondling CCK’s cock as I eat him out.

When my knees tire, White Hair does a round of going back and forth between CCK’s cock and mine.  It’s hot—and all of us are panting.

“Suck my cock again,” the young man tells me.

I replace White Hair and suck him.  Almost instantly, he pulls me off his shaft and pushes me into his ball sack.  He is trying not to shoot, but he’s over the edge.  He gets his cock back in my mouth and I take all but for the first spurt, which White Hair swabs up with his fingers, licking them clean.

Cute College Kid is often good for two loads, but not today.  He grins, dresses and takes off.  I need to piss.  I go and do just that.  As I wash my hands, I notice someone has left a bottle of poppers on the sink.  (Another married man who can’t take it home!)  It’s barely been used.  I take it.  This might just help me get off.

I sit and take my dick out.

“Let me get that hard for you.”  White Hair and I are now alone in the room.  He kneels and sucks.  He is really good.  When is knees tire, I suggest I stand in front of him.  He likes this—and he likes it even more as I begin to fuck his face.  I am deeper than before in this throat and we are both loving it.  I uncap the bottle.  They are strong and new.  But it does just what I hoped.  I begin shooting into White Hair’s mouth.  I just can’t stop.  When there is no more cum, my cock still keeps contracting like there was more to give.  White Hair has to swallow fast to keep up.  For the first time, his cock gets hard as he swallows me down…

Not a bad day at all…even without lube!