A Little Help From My Friend

 Near Home—September, 2026

 

September was going to be a very busy month as I’d picked up a work project.  I wanted to get some play in before my commitment got even more time consuming.  I went to the local bookstore on the first Thursday afternoon of the month.

 

I walk into the darkened room.  Six or seven guys are here—and I recognize only two of them.  I sit down in my usual chair.  Men are kneading their crotches, but no one has freed their cock.  I help that along by taking mine out and stroking it to hardness.  The moment the hottest guy sees it, he takes his out, too.

I really like the look of him.  He is likely in his early 50’s, with a shaved head and still has the athletic body of his youth.  His dick is short but thick—a true beercan—and I like that he seems to be intrigued by the action on both screens in the theatre.  I nod to him, but he just looks at me.

The Voyeur comes in.  He sits a few seats away from me.  We greet each other as he gets his dick out, too.

We all stroke.  An older man keeps looking at me.  He gets up and comes over.  “Can I suck that thing?”

“Sure.”

He goes carefully to his knees.  Just before his mouth connects with me, he looks up and asks:  “You been fuckin’ anyone?”   As he’s watched my every move since my arrival, it’s rather an odd question.

“No, not today.”

He grunts and begins to suck.  He’s not bad, but he keeps spitting out the excess spit, making a pool by boots.  Shaved Head is intrigued with the actual sex now happening in the room.  He spreads his legs in open invitation.  An older man gets up and sits next to him.  It takes him a moment, but eventually he reaches out and touches Shaved Head’s big ball sack.  The guy doesn’t do anything else.

My man has hacked and spit for the final time.  He struggles to his feet.  He sits back down in his chair.  He looks satisfied.  I turn my attention to Shaved Head.  I nod to him again—and once more he looks at me but makes no response.  The guy stops fondling his balls.  Shaved Head looks at him, obviously wanting more but seems unable to express it.  After a minute, he gets up and moves to vacant chair by the gay screen behind me.

I turn around and watch him for a moment. Another older man reaches out and this time the guy jerks him rather timidly.  The Voyeur gets up and moves where he can see the limited action.  He stands very close to Shaved Head’s chair. 

I watch the video in front of me, then check back behind me.  Shaved Head is looking bored with the timid hand job.  The Voyeur catches my eye and smiles.  He leans in to Shaved Head’s ear and whispers something.  SH looks at him and gets up.  They both come towards me.

“If you want a blow job, he has a great mouth,” I hear the Voyeur whisper rather loudly.

Shaved Head stands in front of me, presenting his hard cock to me without a word.  I slip to my knees and begin to suck.  “Fuckkkk…” Shaved Head croons.

“I told you,” The Voyeur stage whispers.

I love how his cock is juicing.  To help it along, I pull off his thick dick and jerk it as I begin licking his balls.  He groans again.  The Voyeur strokes faster.

I go back to his cock.  He’s awash with precum.  I hungrily lick it up.

“You swallow?”  Shaved Head’s breath is rather raspy now.  I nod, never leaving his dick.

“He loves cum,” The Voyeur tells him.  “Feed it all to him.”

I am working hard.  I hear another blow job happening, but out of my sight.

Shaved Head is very close.  He reaches down and grabs the back of my head, holding me down on his cock.  He lets out a roar that fills the room.  He begins spurting across my tongue and right down my throat.  At least six jets of cum, maybe more.  I hold his balls so he can’t pull out of my mouth.  The moment I get the last dribble on my tongue, I begin cleaning every inch of his cock as he twists in exquisite agony. 

His tongue bath done, I let him go.  He pulls me up and gives me a big bear hug—and takes off.

A man cums loudly around the corner.  This young man walks past The Voyeur and I on his way to the rest room, his long thin (and wet) cock swinging in the breeze.  I thank The Voyeur. 

“He had no clue you were trying to get him,” he grins.  “I just told him.”

We sit down next to each other.  “You really wanted his load,” he whispers.  “Your hunger made me drip.”

“Still got a load?”

He nods and I kneel between his legs.   I am more than happy to suck him.  After all, if nothing else, I want him to keep sending men my way.  I work along time.  The other men filter out of the room as I keep sucking.

Once we’re alone, I stop.  “As a thank you, I think I need to eat your ass…”

His eyes light up.  He drops his pants and kneels on the chair.  I dig my tongue into his generous butt cheeks and keep licking away as he strokes his dick…