Two Couples

 Near Home—September, 2026

 

On the first Friday of the month, I had a night off from my work gig.  I was horned.  (I know, what a surprise!)  I thought about heading farther away, but my car was still not in great shape, so I stayed closer to home.  I got to the local bookstore right around 7pm…

 

There are three men sitting around the room.  One of them in the biker I recently saw here who shot on the floor while I was playing with another guy, but who let me lick the last drop off his cock head.  He is jerking his small dick, but the other two are just watching the screens.  One of the watchers is sitting in my normal chair, so I sit along the side wall where I can turn back and forth to see both large-screen televisions.  I pull out my cock and stroke it.  The biker keeps glancing at it. 

We stroke. 

The door opens and two men come in.  It is the man I’ve played with off and on for all the years I’ve been coming here and his new partner.  They sit near me.  We nod to each other.  The guy I know better, stands up and strips down to just socks.  He strokes himself to erection very quickly.  His partner kneads his own crotch, while looking at his lover with pride.

With a slight hand gesture, the naked one offers me his cock.  I get up and kneel before him.  He’s nice and hard tonight—no poppers in sight.  I begin to slurp on his cock.  His partner makes little moaning noises of pleasure as he watches me suck his man.  The biker likes the live porn, too.

I am really enjoying sucking him tonight.  He’s hard and wet, with lots of precum.  I finally switch up and lick his balls as my left hand strokes his cock.  He sighs—and digs out his poppers from the pants thrown over the arm of the chair.  He huffs and in less than a minute his cock wilts.  As the vapors wane, he stiffens back up slightly.  He huffs again—and he’s not hard ever again.  I stick with him another few moments, but then get up and sit back down.

I half expect his partner to do me, but I’m wrong.  The naked one gets on his knees and sucks me for a bit.  With no padding on his knees, he doesn’t last long.  He gives up and goes to sit near his partner.  The next time I look in their direction the partner is giving him head.

I turn to the biker.   I ask if he’d like a mouth on his cock.  He seems to consider it, but then refuses.  “I’m waiting for someone,” he tells me.

The two of us continue to stroke as my friend is treated to a noisy blowjob.

(The rest of this entry is straight sex.)

The door opens and a straight couple comes in.  They sit in the dark corner.  The man in my usual chair is nearest to them.  He panics and leaves the room.  The couple watch the straight video.  Soon his hand is under her short skirt and she is squirming.  The biker strokes harder.  Is this what he was waiting for?  He gets up and goes over, showing her his dick.  She smiles but just continues being manually pleasured by her husband/boyfriend.

I look at them a little more closely.  They are both somewhere between 35 and 45.  He is a beefy guy, maybe Italian.  She is big breasted and lithe.  As I watch, she stands up and removes her top and steps out of her skirt.  She sits back down in just her wet panties.

The sight of them makes the biker shoot all over the floor.  He leaves.  The guy continues rubbing his hand around her clit—making her squirm.  She focuses on me.  She gives me the nod.  I walk over and sit next to her.  Her man stops his stroking of her.  She looks at me and whispers.  “Would you like to play with my tits?”

Using my recently acquired swinger’s protocol, I look at the guy.  “May I?”  He nods.  I smile and reach for the closest one.  I work the nipple and she squirms and sighs.  I work one and then the other.  Her own hand occasionally brushes over her clitoral mound.

After a few minutes, she stops me.  She stands up and steps out of the soaked panties.  She sits back down.  Her fingers touch my cock for a moment, before she takes my right hand and places it back on her breast.  She moans lightly as I begin to work her aroused nipples.

“May I use my mouth?” I ask, including both of them in my look.

He nods and she breathes out “Please…”

My busy tongue gets to work.  I always have my hand on the other breast that is not in my mouth.  She is moaning and touching herself as my tongue works over her.  Back and forth.  Occasionally my teeth lightly hold onto her erected nipple. This makes her pant.

She finds my erect cock again and hefts it for a moment.  But she does not do anything else with it.  I keep licking and sucking.

“Please…don’t you want to lick my pussy…”

I glance at the man.  He is more than fine with it; he is kneading an erection through his pants.  I go to the floor.  She spreads her legs.  I lick up the juices, then work up to her clit.  I use my left hand to spread her protective mound of flesh, fully exposing it.  I lean in and begin licking.  She squirms and begins panting.  For the next fifteen minutes I go back and forth from licking her wet pussy to licking and sucking on her clit.  I get her off at least twice.

A hot young man comes in and sits down near the couple.  I recognize him as one of the guys I got off on the night I had five or six men in a very short time frame.  He pulls out his dick and strokes to us.

My left hand comes up.  As I keep licking her clit, two fingers squirm into her wet pussy.  She gasps and nods in encouragement.  I finger fuck her pussy while my mouth is still plastered on her clit.  I get her off again.

My little finger, feeling left out, brushes against her ass.  She moans out a “Yes!”  With all the juices leaking out of her, there is no trouble worming it into her ass. 

She moans.  Her man finally touches her tits.  And she gets off yet again.  She is a wet mess—and grateful. 

I stand up and sit back down. My beard is sopping wet.  She dresses with his assistance—and they go home.

The gay couple comes over and they work on the young man, getting him off.

I don’t join them. 

I’ve just done something really different for me…and loved it. 

I go home very happy…