A BJ Marathon

 Near Home—November, 2026

 

After my Halloween adventure I had to wait six days to get my dick wet again.  I went back to the local bookstore.  The men were very playful…

 

I go in and sit in my usual chair.  Before I sit, a ginger cub I recognize, looks up from his phone.  He smiles that smile that tells me he’s been on my dick before.  I sit and haul it out.  I stroke myself to full hardness.

The door opens and two men walk in.  One is the Minute Man.  He sits in the darkest corner—where he can watch me.  His hand disappears into his fly the moment he unzips.  The other now comes into the room, having paused in the restroom.  He is a distinguished looking man around my age.  He is dressed in better clothes than the rest of us.  He is tall and thin, with black framed glasses.  The moment he sees my dick he chooses the seat right next to me.

I wait for a moment.  Now I deliberately stop stroking and reach down for my water bottle leaving my cock hands free.  His left hand encircles my dick.  He doesn’t stroke it.  He just holds onto it, like it is something precious.   I take a long swig and put the bottle down.  I turn and look at him.  He is staring at my cock.

“May I suck it?” he whispers.

I nod.

He bends from his chair and realizes that is not going to work.  He gets up and kneels in front of me.  He cradles my cock with both hands and slowly bends forward.  Then he stops and hands me his glasses.  I put them on his chair as his mouth opens and he takes two thirds of my shaft deep into his throat.

Well, fuck.  He’s great.  He is now all over my cock and balls—doing everything I love.  His tongue is incredibly active.  He drills into my piss slit, lapping up the copious precum with which he’s rewarded.

Minute Man is watching the blow job.  He takes his small cock out of hiding and strokes it to the scene in front of him.

My sucker is now spending some time on my balls.  Suddenly he stops.  I am surprised when he takes out a brown bottle and huffs the fumes.  He begins licking my hairy orbs with renewed gusto.  Another hit and he is taking every inch of me down his throat—over and over.

But the concrete floor is taking a toll on his knees.   He stands and starts to sit.  I quickly grab his glasses and have them ready for him as he settles back down.

I thank him by taking a turn on his raging dick.  He is a good seven inches with a slight curve.  He is streaming precum and he groans loudly as I lick it up.  I begin a series of deep throating.  His hands find my shoulders, forcing me to take the last half inch.  He holds onto me as he groans out his pleasure.  “I’m gonna…”

He is shooting before he can finish the sentence.  It’s a huge load.  I swallow it all and clean his cock as he squirms.  He squeezes my shoulder in thanks and takes off.

“That was hot as hell,” whispers the Minute Man.

“You ready?”

“You bet.”

I spend 45 seconds (I really did count it out in my head) and he blows.  It’s a big load, too.  And my second in less than four minutes.  He grins and stuffs his cleaned-up cock into his underwear and it out the door.

I sit back down.

“Busy boy,” says the ginger cub.  “Now it’s your turn.”  He grabs the back padding off one of the chairs, detaches it and kneels on it.  He is very good.  (I’m pretty sure I’ve seen him online advertising his own gloryhole.)  He starts at the top, spending a lot of time there.  Eventually he licks down the shaft.  Then repeated deep throating, before he starts all over again.  And once more.

Now he does my balls, but they aren’t his thing.  He goes back with pleasure to my leaky piss slit.  But even his young and protected knees give out.  He straightens up and sighs “One of these days I’m gonna get that load.”  He tosses the chair-back onto the seat—and leaves the room.

I am alone now with a white bearded cocksucker who views me only as competition.  (He did another guy while I was having my first blow job.)  Now he sits and scowls at his phone.  Or at me.

I stroke.

The door soon opens.  A tall guy, in his late 30’s enters.  He comes in and sits next to me.  He unzips, but doesn’t take out his cock.  He can’t stop looking at my cock.

“Do you mind if I touch it?”

“Not at all.”

He grasps it firmly.  I ask him to ease up.  He does, instantly.

“That’s amazing.”  He strokes it.  Lightly.  Then he gets up and moves to the left side of my chair.  He bends to play with my dick—but his unzipped trousers and the hard cock within are right by my cheek.  He plays with my dick—and a moment later I touch his.  He instantly takes it out and sticks it in my mouth.  He occasionally touches me, but now it’s all about my sucking.

He notices White Beard glaring at us.  My new conquest moves around the corner out of sight of the spectator.  I follow and kneel in front of him.  His pants are around his ankles now and his respectable 6.5 cock is dripping.  As I suck, he tells me he’s straight.  That lots of girls have told him he has a big dick, but he’s never seen a man my size in person.  I don’t know if I believe him, but he has not made any move on my cock again.

Soon, I have him very close.  “You swallow?” he grunts out.

I nod.

He empties his balls into my mouth.  The third load of the night.

He leaves.  I go back to my seat and ignore the glares of White Beard.

I stroke.

A Black guy, likely late 30’s, comes in.  He looks at both screens before he decides to sit on the side wall so he can watch both.  He’s in his work clothes.  But soon he pulls out a thick, curved cock.  Yup, I thought I’d had him before—and the cock confirms it.  I wait awhile before I give him the head nod.  He nods back, enthusiastically. 

I stand up and go over.  Literally, behind me White Beard snorts in disgust and stomps out of the room.

I kneel and take his cock into my mouth.  It’s a dick that just keeps growing.  I have to be careful of my teeth with the curve.  Just as I think he’s about to shoot, his dick wilts.  I work on him until it’s hard again (including lots of ball licking as he jerks it) but now my knees are screaming. 

“I need to sit down,” I tell him, reluctantly letting go of his cock.  The moment I stand up he leans forward and swallows me down.  Whoa—I hadn’t remembered that about him.  He sucks my cock with everything he’s got.  I stand until he pulls off me to catch his breath and I sit next to him.  His cock is rock hard again—and he stands up, feeding it to me.

“Swallow my nut, Daddy.  I know you want it as much as I want to give it to you…”

He begins to fuck my face.  

“Here it comes…Fuck!  Take it!!”

His cock swells and he begins cumming.  It doesn’t spurt—it just oozes. But it’s the biggest of the four loads tonight.  He moans.  He let’s me clean him up until he can’t stand it.  He shakes the last drop off his dick and it lands on my nose.

I laugh.

He grins.

And we sit a moment, both quite sated and talk…