The Men of Friday Night

 Near Home—October, 2026

 

I went back to the local bookstore on the next Friday night.  After my rather lackluster afternoon spent there a few days before, this visit gave me just about everything I love to do…

 

I walk in on three men stroking to the porn.  One I recognize as a show-off/no touch guy.  The other two, I don’t know.  The younger of the two is 30-ish, pudgy and beating his uncut cock furiously.  A man my age is sitting next to him and stroking, while watching the young man.

I sit near them and take out my cock.  The young guy looks at it and instantly nods to me.  I go over, not sure if he wants my mouth or my dick.

“Suck me, Daddy.  I’m so close…”

I go to my knees and take his stubby dick into my mouth.  He is gushing precum.  My tongue licks all of it up and digs into his foreskin for more.  The older guy next to him stands up and feeds the young guy his dick, who takes it willingly.  I hear the older guy groan and begin to thrust into the young man’s mouth.  I feel the cock in my mouth engorge.  The young man pulls off the older guy’s cock and groans out “Take it!”

His cock explodes.  It’s a young man’s load—lots of jizz and it just keeps shooting.  I get it all, even as he tries to wriggle away from my mouth.  He is panting.  I finally pull off his spent cock.  He grins and heads to the restroom.  I go back to my seat.

It takes no time at all for the older man I don’t know to come sit next to me.  “I’d like a turn on you,” he mutters.

“Feel free.”  I spread my long legs in invitation.

He kneels, using my knees to help him get down to the hard floor.  His practiced mouth envelops me.  He takes me down his throat as if I were no thicker than a breadstick.  He has no gag reflex—and delights in showing it off.  But he doesn’t forget to lick my balls or mop up my precum with his tongue.

I can’t help but moan as his lips and tongue give me so much pleasure.  He is so into it that he stops jerking his own Viagra-ed cock and concentrates on getting me off.  But I can’t quite go over the edge, not this early in the evening.  He finally pulls off me and sits back down.  His cock is rock hard.  I slip to my knees and do everything for him that he just did to me.  He groans out encouragement—but finally tells me he won’t likely shoot.  I nod—I know that feeling all too well.

We stroke and chat.

Terry, the man with snow white hair tied back in a small ponytail comes in.  (He has blown me here, off and on for years—and had just been to the playroom where he surprised me by taking my fist.)  He comes over, seeing two hard cocks.

He smiles a greeting and goes to his knees.  He sucks me.  His technique is totally opposite from the man to my right, but every bit as good.  I urge him to sample my seatmate’s cock, too.  Terry loves this.   Soon he is in a rhythm of taking one and then the other. 

Back and forth.

I find it as big a turn on as does Terry.

Finally, Terry’s knees tire.  He stands up.  “My ass wants you in me again,” he whispers in my ear. 

I nod and stand up.  He drops his pants and leans into my chair.  My new friend watches—jerking his dick to this live porn show right in front of him.  I kneel and eat Terry’s hole.  He’s slightly gaped and expectant.  My tongue goes deep into his ass.  He groans.

I stand up and slide in.  I hold for the briefest of seconds and begin a leisurely fuck.  My new friend strokes faster as he watches my cock work Terry’s ass open.  I pick up the speed.  My hips are slapping into his hairless butt cheeks—making a resounding slapping sound on each thrust.

Terry moans. 

I moan.  I keep going.  Faster now.  Terry is panting.  The main door opens and a handsome man walks in.  He sits across the room from us, but his eyes watch the blistering fuck I’m giving Terry. 

I slow.  My cock just won’t shoot.  I pull out and Terry swivels, cleaning my dick.  The new arrival is so hard he has to free his cock.  I go and rinse my dick, more for the sake of others in the room than me needing to do it.  I take the opportunity to piss.

I go back in.  Terry is taking off.  I kind of wished the older guy had fucked him, too.  The moment the door closes on Terry, the handsome man comes over.  He has a just bigger than average cock: it sways as he walks over to me.

“You’re in luck,” he says.  “I want you to fuck my virgin hole.”  He tosses a Durex on my lap.  I dig a Magnum out of my pocket.  I lube up and roll it down my shaft.  I add lots of lube.  I am not sure this guy will have cleaned for sex—so I don’t rim him.  I push against his pucker.  Fuck!  He is tight.  I don’t go in at all.

I use a finger.  It goes in to the first knuckle.  I try for a second finger and fail.   I pull out and go in again.  And again.  I try for two fingers.  It happens this time.  He is panting and murmuring a stream of profanity. 

I try my cock again.  It won’t go.

I go back to the fingers.  Well, finger.  I can’t get the second one in this time as he clamps down.  I tell him to relax but it doesn’t change anything.

I try my cock once more.  Frankly, being in latex and the real work of getting into his hole is taking a toll on my erection.  I apologize and tell him it’s not going to happen.  He agrees and sits down.  His cock is rampant from the idea of me getting into his ass.

“The least I can do is suck you off,” I murmur. 

He nods.

I am taking his load in no time at all.

I sit and stroke.  The other older guy has retreated to be nearer the gay screen.  The guy who just watches, is still doing just that.

A guy walks in and sits one seat away from me.  He pulls out his cock and works it up to just over six inches.  Then he looks at me. “Cocksucker?”

“Sure.”

I swallow him down.  In less then three minutes I have his load.  He thanks me and leaves—likely in the room for a mere ten minutes.

The three of us stroke.

A guy in his 50’s comes in.  He sits opposite me and eventually pulls out his dick.  It takes maybe twenty minutes for him to get up the courage to ask if he can suck me.  I nod.  He comes over.  He’s nearly as good as the other older guy from early on (and who is watching from his corner of the room.)  This new guy’s mouth is everywhere.

When his knees tire, I take a turn on him.  He apologizes when I don’t get him off easily.

He does another round on me.   I am close.  Just as I’m about to tell him so, his phone goes me.  He races out the door to answer it, barely getting his cock tucked away.

I’m close.  I stand up and walk to the sucker in the corner.  He leans forward and swallows me down.  I’m so damn close after all the play.  He reaches up with his left hand and softly caresses my balls.

Bam.  I am shooting.  And shooting.

He takes every drop.  He won’t let me pull out until my piss slit stops dripping.

I wash up and go out.  The guy who rushed out is just finishing his phone call.

Numbers are exchanged…

And I go home, thoroughly satisfied.

 

 

 

Terry’s time in the playroom is here:  Terry is Full of Surprises