So Many Mouths

 Near Home—July, 2026

 

The local bookstore was proving to be a lot of fun with seeing a number of new men there.  It saved me from driving farther afield on some of June’s hottest days.  I went back on the first Monday of July,  not expecting much more than a cool room and some hot porn.  I was pleasantly surprised…

 

I go in.  There are more men here than cars in the parking lot.  I can’t sit in my usual chair, so I find one on the side wall where I can see both screens.  As I unzip, I notice Shaved Head is on his knees in the back corner.  My dick comes out and Shy One, his partner, is right there to suck me to full hardness.

Damn, I love his mouth.  He is all over me, both cock and balls and back again.  I squeeze his shoulder as I quietly moan.

The man Shaved Head is working on has a very vocal orgasm.  He won’t let Shaved Head clean him up and, holding his wet cock away from his pants, beats a hasty retreat to the restroom.  Shaved Head moves to us.  I expect him to take Shy One’s place.  But no.  He’s ready to go.  Shy One gives me one last lick to my full balls and they go home to a late lunch.

There is a general movement in the room as a couple of guys leave.  My current chair is in direct view of the main door.  I still can’t sit in my regular one, so I sit right behind it on the side wall to give a future cocksucker more privacy.

I stroke.  In the row of seats in front of me is a guy, likely in his early 50’s, who is on his phone.  He is thick set and fully dressed, no dick visible.  He puts the phone away when I get comfortable in my new seat.   The man gets up and very nicely asks if he can suck my dick.  I nod and he goes to the floor.  I sigh as his mouth sinks all the way down my hard cock to my pubes.  His throat squeezes me and he comes up for air before beginning a blowjob that rivals Shy One’s exquisite mouth.  He’s down there for a long time, doing all the things I love.  At first, he is trying for a load.  When he realizes that isn’t happening, he settles down to sucking cock for the love of it.

He takes a breather.  Then asks if he can come back for round two.  I give him the go-ahead.  He gets back down on the floor, this time starting his tongue-work on my wet balls.  I sigh and ruffle the hair on his head.

A Black man I recognize from here, but see only occasionally, comes in.  His hair is now totally white.  He sits in the infamous corner chair. He takes out his dick and strokes himself to hardness. 

My cocksucker takes a break—but not for long.  He’s intrigued by fresh meat—and I don’t blame him.  Soon, he’s kneeling in front of the man with the snow-white afro.  I love watching him do all the things to him that he did to me, knowing just how talented his mouth really is.

The door opens again, and another African American comes in.  He is a big guy—a former footballer in build now gone soft.  He sits near the cocksucking.  The moment the clothed sucker gets up, the new man is instantly on his knees in front of the guy in the corner.  The bigger guy unzips and beats his cock as he continues giving head.  The clothed sucker comes back to me.  I get round three of his talented mouth.  I am pleased, that when the large guy finally stands up, White Afro leans forward and sucks him.

Then it all changes around.  The clothed sucker gets up from me and goes over to the where the bigger guy is now sitting.  The bigger guy gives him his cock.  White Afro comes to find me.  I suck his cock—and he does mine.   The two of us love going back and forth feeding each other dick.

The bigger guy gets off.  Loudly.  Finally, the clothed sucker gets the load he’s been craving.  He cleans the guy up and heads for home.  White Afro gets up from between my sprawled legs and sits.  We both watch the bigger guy head to the restroom and them outside.

We stroke.

We do another round of trading off on sucking.

We are now the only people here. 

And then White Afro goes, too.  I am alone.

But just for moments.  The bigger guy comes back from his rest break out in the parking lot.  He comes right to me—and asks to suck my cock.  I nod—and he kneels carefully, using the arms of the chair for support.  Now I have had great mouths on my dick tonight—and it continues.  His tongue is thick and drives me crazy.  He licks my balls.  He sucks my dick.  He nuzzles under my balls, lifting them with his free hand.  He huffs the smell of my aroused cock and sweaty balls.

“Lose the pants.”

I stand up and undo the belt, letting them drop.  He likes the look of my stained jock pushed out of the way and my cock jutting free.  I sit back down.  He pulls my thighs towards him, making me hunker down in the chair.  He leans in and begins licking my balls.  Soon his tongue is trailing down my perineum.  He hovers above my asshole, but comes back up to engulf my testicles in his mouth.

Then he does it all over again.

“You like this?” he murmurs.

I moan out a yes. 

He leans in and sucks my cock one more time.  He trails down to my balls.  Eash go into his mouth, individually, for a tongue bath.  He moves back to my perineum.  He licks up and down, making my hair there wringing wet.  He groans.  And his tongue goes lower.  It flicks across my pucker.  He spits.  He begins prodding my hole open so he can tongue fuck it.  I pull out the poppers in my shirt pocket.  I hold them under his nose and he takes a massive hit.  He begins rimming me in earnest.  I take a small hit—but the fumes take over.

It’s my turn to moan.  I haven’t had my ass eaten in this room in ages.  And from the sounds the guy is making he is right where he wants to be.  He burrows into me and I begin to jerk my dick.  After this marathon of play tonight, my cock is drooling.  It’s seriously red and swollen.  He comes up from my ass and sucks it once again, leaving it wet as he returns to my hole.  He pulls my cheeks apart and zeroes in with his tongue.

Fuck!  I beat my cock as he tongue fucks me, faster and faster. 

“You want my load?  I’m so damn close...”

He makes some sort of affirmative sound, muffled with my ass cheeks on either side of his mouth.  He starts moaning himself.

“Here…here it comes…”  I’m panting, barely able to get the words out.  He pulls off my asshole and devours my cock at just the right moment.  I am in him so deeply, I must be firing straight down his throat.  He holds me in place until my cock stops contracting.  He slowly pulls off me.  I see remnants of my jizz on his lips.  He licks them.  And me.  And kisses my hole one last time before he lets me move…