"Can You Drop Your Pants?"

 Near Home—August, 2026

Lately, the Friday nights at the local bookstore had been really fun.  In the last few weeks there had been more men visiting on a Friday than on a regular night—and with more variety of what those men wanted to do.  I was looking forward to going back on the second Friday of the month…

 

I pull into an almost empty parking lot.  I actually think about going home, but I don’t.  I pay and go in.  Two men are in the place.  One is an older man I recognize who never does anything but sit—and perhaps, sleep.  The other is a handsome guy in his 50’s who is currently texting on his phone.  He nods to me and smiles.  I sit in my regular seat and pull out my cock.  The guy on his phone glances up and smiles at me again. 

His phone goes off and he quickly silences it.  Then he spends five minutes in a flurry of texting.  He occasionally glances up and seems to like the sight of me stroking to the porn.  I try to catch his eye once more, but he is too busy clicking away to notice.  Finally, with a sigh, he gets up and leaves.  Never to return.

I stroke.

Then the old guy totters out the door to talk to the cashier. 

I sigh, but keep stroking.

The door opens.  The Minute Man walks in.  He sees me and nods.  He sits off to the side, groping himself.  Eventually, he takes out his small cock.  It is hard. 

He stands up.  “You want it?”

I nod.  I might as well do something.

He comes over.  He huffs his poppers and lets me take him into my mouth as I sit there.  And in all fairness, tonight he tries and succeeds to make the experience last.  It is just shy of three minutes before his balls give up their cum. 

He sighs, stuffs it away and leaves.

I stroke in the empty room.

Fifteen minutes later, the door buzzes.

A short guy, mid-50’s and with a jovial face comes in.  He takes in the emptiness of the room and sits next to me on my right.  He’s a chatter—and tonight that’s just fine, we won’t disturb anyone. 

He really likes the straight porn.  He comments equally on the guys and girls in it.  He gropes himself the hardest as the guy on screen eats the young woman out.

His cock emerges.  A standard sized dick, very hard and dripping.

After fifteen minutes or so of chat about the lack of crowd or the sex on the screen, his left hand finds my dick.  He takes over stroking it.  “Nice…” he whispers.

This lasts for quite some time.  Finally, he asks if he can suck it.  I nod and he goes to the floor between my spread legs.  I like his mouth—and it’s great to stop stroking and enjoy his roving tongue.  He works on my cock and balls for maybe ten minutes before his knees tire.

“It feels great,” I tell him.  “It just takes an act of God to get me off anymore.”

He grins and goes back to stroking himself.  I ask if I should return the favor.  “Maybe later, but I don’t want to cum yet.”

We stroke.

He gets up to suck me once again, pausing to say “Can you drop your pants?  I want to get to your balls easier…”

I don’t answer, I just do it.  I keep the jock on, but the pants are around my ankles as I sit back down.  He kneels.  He starts with my balls.  He loves the fact that he can now easily lick under them.  He cleans up my ball sweat making a number of delicious-sounding moans.

He works up my shaft.  He drills his tongue into my piss slit repeatedly, scooping out the precum.  Then it’s back to my balls.  He sucks them gently, one at a time.  He lifts them with his left hand to lick under them once again.  This time he continues down my perineum, stopping a few millimeters from my asshole.  Then it’s back up, engulfing my dick and taking it down in repeated deep-throatings.

He pauses once again.  He sits down in his chair and sighs in contentment.  I think he’s going to let me suck his cock but tells me just to massage his nuts as he strokes.  I do.  We’ve had a leisurely hour of off and on sex.  No one else has arrived.

After more stroking and kneading of his balls, he goes down on me for round three.  This time he starts with my wet cock head.  He cleans it, moaning.  Then, some repeated deep throating.  But he can’t keep away from my balls.  He suckles them, He licks them.  He treats them with real reverence. 

Holding them up and out of the way, he licks down my perineum once again.  And back up.  He pauses a second and digs in his pocket.  He finds his brown bottle.  He huffs.  And hands it to me.  What the hell—I take a hit.  He is going wild with my balls and taint.  He is jerking himself like mad.  I moan as the vapors hit.  They do what I expect—and unlock my orgasm.

“You want…my load?”  I pant out.

He comes up and his mouth engulfs my cock head.  I’m there.  He takes every drop and won’t let go, no matter how I try to twist away from the exquisite agony his mouth is giving me.

He does stop, of course, eventually—after he’s gotten every drop of jizz.  He sits down heavily in his chair.  I stand up and see that he’s shot all over the floor in front of me—and some even in my pants. 

I don’t care.  It was worth it…

The Curve

 Near Home—August, 2026

 

I had so much fun with the surprise threeway (see the last post) that I returned to the bookstore the next night.  It was a very quiet Saturday night—but not without some simple pleasures…

 

There are two men in the room when I walk in.  A young Black man is on his phone.  He never looks at anyone in the room or at the porn on either screen.  There is also a mousy white guy, around 45, who is looking intently at the straight porn, but never makes any kind of move to show he’s enjoying it—not a smile, not a squeeze to his crotch. Nothing.

I sit in my regular chair and haul out my cock.  I am ignored by both men.  I happily stroke—waiting for more people to arrive.  In 15 minutes or so, the phone guy makes a connection and takes off, leaving the two of us.  The other guy lasts another 20 minutes or so.  He has never glanced at me—or still not shown any signs of enjoyment.  When the straight video ends, he stands up and leaves.

I am alone.

I keep hearing the bell on the main door going off as customers enter the store.  But they must be people buying sex toys, lubes and poppers, for no one comes into the theatre.

I stroke to the new video. 

I think about what I could be doing at home—things like organizing my books…

The door opens.  A white guy in his 50’s comes in.  He has maintained himself really well.  He is likely 5’10” and solid.  With all the seats available, he sits next to me.  The moment he sits he unbuckles his belt.  His right hand slides in under the waist band and down to his crotch.  He kneads his cock mound.

“That’s better,” he says, not even trying to whisper.

I stroke.  He kneads.

Soon, he unzips his pants.  He stands up and lets them fall to his ankles.  His hand is now under his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

I stroke.  He kneads.

This straight video is all super hung Black men ravaging white women in the ass.  But it is surprisingly varied—and hot.

I stroke.  He kneads.

Suddenly, his left hand is on my dick, replacing mine.  He jerks me—not too roughly, not too tight.

“Gorgeous,” he says—looking at his hand as it manipulates my cock.  I sigh, welcoming the touch of someone other myself.  In moments, he’s on his knees and blowing me.  He’s good.  He gets me very wet.  His tongue is all over me, including my balls.  When his knees tire, he gets back in his chair. 

He finally pulls down his underwear.  It’s a nice seven incher with a slight curve.  It gets quite thick at the base.

“My turn?” I ask.

He nods.

I go to my knees and do all the things to him that he just did to me.  He occasionally makes hot, soft moans that make me work harder.  He’s no minute man.  I work on him for a good ten minutes, before I sit back down to rest my knees.

We stroke.

He does another round on me.

I do another round on him.  This time I get more precum.

We stroke.

The next time he’s on his knees, he licks my balls more than my cock.  My moans tell him he’s doing the right thing.  He is aware I’m precumming, too.  His index finger will swipe it off and deliver it to his mouth—or to smear it on my wet nut sack.

When he sits back down, I do to him what he did to me.  His nuts are bigger than mine—and certainly hairier.  I lazily jerk his cock as I suckle each testicle into my mouth.  My tongue is all over one and then the other—and back again.

“Keep that up and I’ll shoot…”

I pull off him.  “Are you ready to?”

“I want one more turn on your cock…”

We shift around.  He sucks me in earnest now.  I really want to cum for him but I can’t quite get there.  When his knees are screaming, he gives up and sits.  I go to the floor.  I lick his sticky cock head.  I take him down my throat, really stretching my mouth open for the girth of his base.

“I’m so damn close,” he whispers.

I work back up his shaft and concentrate on his head.  He is drooling precum now non-stop.  I lick it up before I deep throat him once more.  That does it.  He begins firing a massive load into my mouth.  It goes on and on.  I can actually feel his balls contracting as he fires into me.

He moans and squeezes my shoulder.  I sit back down and offer him a napkin.  He dabs at his cock—and realizes that there is no stray cum.  He stands up, pulls up his pants and zips them shut.

“Now that was fun.”

He goes out the door. 

I may not have shot, but I feel very satisfied…

The Cum Thief and a Surprise Threeway

 Near Home—August, 2026

 

A few days after the visit from the Mystery Man I went to the local bookstore.  I had not shot my load with him that the day in the playroom—and I really wanted to lighten my balls.  It proved to be an active Friday night…

 

I go in and sit in my usual chair.  A young man in his middle 30’s is in the dark corner.  He nods to me and keeps on kneading the mound in his jeans.  On the side wall sits a lithe man who is totally naked and jerking his dick.  He has shoulder length blond hair that he keeps sweeping out of the way of his face with his other hand.  I pull out my cock and quickly get hard.

The long-haired guy gets up and comes over.  He sits between me and the guy in the corner.  He nods to me—and I realize it is Road Worker.  He has let his hair get so long I didn’t recognize him.  RW has brought his T-shirt with him.  He proceeds to tie it over his eyes.  His hands stay off his erect dick as he waits for one of us to suck him off.

I get to my knees first.  Road Worker groans, as I take his dick into my throat.  I realize that he is already on the edge.  My tongue is all over him, swabbing up his precum.

“Oh, shit….” he moans.  And his dick head begins to swell.   He’s ready to erupt.  The feeling is so intense the he pulls me off his dick.  I want the reward and try to get back on it but he holds me off.  Instead, the guy in the corner leans in and takes the load—making Road Worker let go of me and try to get him off.  But it’s too late.  RW spasms in his chair as the guy obviously is cleaning off his spent dick.

When the guy finally gets off Road Worker’s cock, RW grins his crooked grin, grabs his clothes and goes to the rest room to wash and dress.  The guy in the corner nods to me—and takes his cock out.  We stroke in silence to the straight porn.

Eventually we chat.  He asks about couples coming here.  He’d seen a post that one was coming.  I tell him that they do, but it’s a rare thing anymore.

The door is buzzed open and a new guy walks in.  A young dad type.  He sits on the short wall where he can only see the straight porn.  When he sees we have our cocks out, he pulls out his own.  He’s nicely hung, without being huge.  He seems to be watching me as much as the screen.  Finally, I get the nod.  I stand up—and the guy in the corner is on the floor sucking him before I can get there.  I sit back down and watch.  He makes short work of this guy.  He cums in under five minutes and leaves.

The sucker goes back to his corner.  For all his cock hunger, he seemingly does not care about mine.

The door sounds again and two men walk in.  One is the man I’ve known from this place for years.  He smiles and nods.  The other is a beefy guy I’ve never seen.  My acquaintance sits near the gay screen—after stripping naked but for socks.  In moments, the beefy guy is on his knees, sucking my naked friend.

“Join us,” he whispers—just loud enough for me to hear.

I get up and stand to the side.  I feed my cock to my naked acquaintance.  You can tell he loves sucking me as much as he is loves being sucked.  And with my cock in his mouth, he is not doing poppers—so he stays hard for the guy sucking him.   I mostly stay still and let him work on me, but occasionally I will grab his ears and fuck his face.

We break when the beefy guy needs to stand up.

“Are you up for a fuck?”

I nod.  The naked man, feet on the floor, leans into a chair.  I lick his hole only long enough to lube up my dick at the same time.  I stand and slide in.  Beefy guy has unzipped and is stroking.  As I begin to fuck, he puts his dick into the naked man’s mouth—and once again he is being worked on by two men at once.  He groans around the cock in his mouth.  It’s a sexy enough sound to have the guy from the corner come check out what we’re doing out of his line of sight.  He watches me fuck for a bit—and then leaves the room.

I only stop when Naked Man needs a rest.  Beefy guy comes right over to me and cleans my cock, straight out of Naked Man’s ass.  I smile—he’s more pervy than I had guessed.

“My turn?’  Beefy Guy gets up and drops his pants.  He has a full, and very hairy, butt.  He bends in the same position.  I kneel and eat his hole for a bit making him moan.  My naked acquaintance sits and strokes to the live sex in front of him.  I stand up and slide in.  This guy is tight.  I really enjoy the contrast between their two asses.  I work up from a languid in and out to a really hard driving fuck.  He groans—and beats his cock.

I fuck him until he asks for a break.  We all need it.  I sit and watch the porn—but soon, beefy guy is on his knees and sucking my cock.  Naked Man comes over and gives me his cock to suck.  He starts out very hard, but his poppers come out and soon it is a wet noodle.

Beefy guy gets up.  He wants to sit on my cock.  I stop him from just using his saliva and add more lube.  Now, he settles down onto my dick.  Naked Man backs off to get a better view, kneading his limp dick.

“You can shoot up my ass if you want to, but I’d really love your load in my mouth.”

The choice makes me harder.  He is really pumping my dick.  His hands are on the arms of my chair and he uses them to help raise and lower his larger frame up and down on my hard cock.

“You are getting me really close…” I mutter.

His ass squeezes me once more.  I groan.

“You close?”

“Yeah…”  I begin to pant.  His butt is driving me crazy.  He smashes down on me, harder than before.

“Cum for me!” he pleads.

I am over the edge.  I can feel the cum leaving my balls and starting up the length of my cock.  At that moment, he pulls off me, leaving my dick in the cold air.  But just for a moment.  He spins around, surprising agile, and envelops me in his mouth.  He catches the first spurt…and all the rest that follow…

"Daddy, You Are So Thick!"

 Near Home—August, 2026

I had such a good time at the bookstore on my mid-week visit (and detailed in the last post) I couldn’t wait to go back.  But I did.  I went on Saturday night, the first day of August…

 

As I park my car, I notice there is a regular standing near the back entrance.  He is a straight guy, who only makes an appearance if he’s seen online that a hetero couple is coming to the theatre.  I nod and ask him if there’s a live one tonight.  He nods.  “This young guy is promising a gangbang of his girl.”  I nod again—as if it were an everyday occurrence—and go in.

It’s just 7pm—and I know I’m a little early.  There are three or four men here.  All on their phones.  I haul out my cock and watch the porn.  I stroke, getting myself hard for the evening.

I look over to my right.  A young person with a beard is no longer on their phone but looking at me.  (I am aware as I write this, that I am likely going to get this person’s pronouns wrong, but I don’t know what s/he prefers.)  A scruffy beard, a pink barrette in the unruly hair, a knee-length gingham shift that reveals jeans under that.  There are also a couple of feminine bangles on hairy wrists.  Crossdresser?  Non-binary?  I guess it doesn’t matter—other than s/he wants to suck my cock.

S/he comes over and kneels.  Eager.  It’s a wet mouth—but there is little tongue work—and frankly in the first few moments, incisors repeatedly connect with my cock head. 

“Can you open a little wider?” 

But that doesn’t help.  We both decide enough is enough.

The young transwoman comes in.  She sees me and, remembering our last fuck, sits next to me.  She is really totally passable—which is a great change.  Tonight she does not have her cock caged.  Her short skirt rides up and her growing cock emerges.  She fists it for a bit before she asks if she can suck my dick.

I nod and she kneels, sweeping her long hair behind her.  She’s good—and a relief after so many teeth.  A hot young Black guy comes into the room as she is working me over.  He sits near us and pulls out his cock and strokes it to our play.

While licking my balls, she hunts in her bra for a Magnum.   She tosses it up for me to catch.  We keep it oral for a while longer, than I stand to suit up and lube up. 

She leans into my chair, hiking the dress up around her chest.  She is totally shaven.  I kneel and eat her hole for a moment as she wildly jerks her dick.  I stand up and slide in. 

“Daddy, you are so thick!” she grunts out.  She takes the fuck, without poppers. 

“Why don’t you suck his dick,” I tell her.  “You want her to?”

The young Black man nods.  She loves one in her mouth and one in her ass.  She finds another Magnum in her bra and gives it to the seated guy.  When I finally pull out, he stands up and rolls the condom on.  He fucks her hard and fast—he is determined to get off.  And he does—noisily.

“Give me your cum,” she moans.  I had seen her smear it all over herself last time she was here.  The guy pulls it off his wilting dick and empties it on her ass.  He smears it around her butt cheeks and gives her a not so gentle swat.  He goes to the restroom.  She reaches back and feels how covered she is—and waits outside the restroom door until he takes off.

There is a lull.  She’s cleaned up and is stroking to the straight porn.  A hetero couple, in their 50’s, comes in and sits, gingerly, near the straight screen.  They are followed into the room by the straight guy I’d spoken to outside on arrival.  I look at him questioningly.  He shakes his head—it’s not who he expected.

This couple watches the video and eventually she gives her guy some head.  She has shown us that she has nothing on under her short skirt.  They whisper.  She obviously wants to play.  He seems unsure.  The Transwoman goes over, her long dick sticking out, and asks if she can join them.  The older man totally freaks out and they leave, the woman giving us a wistful look at all the dick she won’t get after all…

The straight guy puts his dick away and leaves.

The Transwoman waits a little longer—and leaves.

A Black guy who has done nothing but jerk since I got here, puts his dick away and leaves.

I am alone. 

I stroke.

Twenty minutes or so go by.  The door opens.  A hot man in his 50’s comes in.  His head is completely shaved to the skin.  His features are very Roman.  He is wearing a short black dress, black tights and go-go boots.  There is no effort to be feminine—it seems to be just what he’s comfortable in.  He paces. 

“Damn, your dick is big.”  He kneels and begins sucking me.  He’s good—and I desperately want to fuck this guy.  But he’s already back on his feet. 

“This place is dead—I’d better go to Lansing…” and he’s off.

I stay for another half hour.  No one.

I go home…

*

It was an interesting night, if not ultimately satisfying.  The clientele I saw tonight is what I would have expected if I was at the sex venue in Lansing as it is a haven for every gender identity.  But it’s rare for this place.

I did have fun…even though my cum was saved for another day…

The Tatted Stranger

 Near Home—July, 2026

 

Sexually, I had a very busy July.  The heat kept me perpetually horned.  I went back to the closest bookstore on the last Wednesday of the month.  And at night.  I told myself that I would not find much happening at that hour in the middle of the week. 

I was wrong.

There were a couple of regulars there, but more importantly there was a hot stranger.  I know I love going to a sex venue where I am not a regular.  You get more attention.  Men love the thrill of the new.  And this guy generated the sexual heat, on this hot, muggy July night…

 

I am stopped outside the store by the guy with the white beard who is rumored to play with a man only once.  “There’s a live one in there,” he tells me.  “Sitting in the corner.  I think he wants to suck cock—and you have the one he’ll want.” 

I thank him for the info.  I go in, pay and go into the theatre.  I sit on the short side wall where you can see only the straight screen.  I spot the guy White Beard spoke of.  He’s naked from the waist down, carrying a few extra pounds and stroking a small dick. 

I take mine out.  He looks at it and turns the other way.  He wants nothing to do with me at all.  He makes a show of reaching for another man on the opposite side of him.  His left hand strokes this other guy.

I watch the video and get myself hard.  I look back at the guys.

The man he’s stroking refuses a blow job from the half-naked guy.  He likes his hand more.   I look around the room and see that more sex is happening near the gay screen.  I can only see the legs of a man kneeling.  I get up and go to the long side wall and sit. 

Now, this is better.  A young, hot man is kneeling and giving a hot guy, likely in his 50’s, some head.  The older man is very tan and is wearing a white, sleeveless, A-shirt.  It helps show off that the guy has a number of tats all over his arms and, seemingly, his chest.

I stroke as I watch the young guy swallow the older man’s cock.

The door opens.  It’s Julian.  He comes right to me, kneels and sucks my dick.  He’s as good as always.  Soon, he unzips, never stopping his work on me, and begins stroking himself in time to his bobbing head.

When his knees can’t take it, he stands up.  I lean in and take his dick in my mouth.  He gasps in surprise as he isn’t looking at me but at the other sex scene.  Automatically, he begins thrusting into my mouth. He’s jerked himself so hard, that I get a mouthful of cum in moments.  He grins and leaves.

The tatted guy’s sucker is tiring—and is not getting the reward I just got.  He stands up and sits down opposite the guy.  Tatted Guy looks around the room.  He nods to me.  I get up and go over.  That load of cum has made me hungry.  I kneel and begin sucking. The cock in my mouth is about seven inches and thick.  I have to be careful of my teeth.  He moans and rubs the stubble on my head.

I work harder.  But he’s not ready to shoot at all.  Finally, I stand up.  He leans forward and sucks my cock.  He groans again with my slightly larger dick totally filling his mouth and throat.  He works on me for a moment, then pulls off me.

“Sit down,” he whispers, get comfortable.  He gets up and I sit in his chair.  He kneels and his mouth engulfs me.  The new position is even hotter.  I love how his big mouth is working over my cock.  He happily goes back and forth between balls and cock for at least ten minutes.  Finally, I suggest a break.

He sits in the chair next to me and leans in.  “You fuck with that monster?”

“Sure.”

“Good.”  He stands up and drops his walking shorts, leaving on a well-worn jock.  The A-shirt comes off, too and he kneels on the bottom of his chair.  It’s a little low, but I stand behind him and slap my cock on his hairy ass.  I’m drooling pre-cum now.  I add more lube and he reaches back and smears some of his own lube on this hole.  I push in.  He is tight, but welcoming.  His hole relaxes fast and I begin a moderate fuck speed. 

“Harder…” he moans.

I pick up the pace.  I think I’m very close to shooting, but then, just as fast, I know I won’t.  He is pushing back on me with every stroke.  I stand still and let him impale himself on my cock.  Over and over.

And the then he pulls himself off me.  He gets up, bends and licks me clean of his ass juices.  I go and sit back down.  He sits after pulling on his shorts, not bothering with his A-shirt.

I stroke.  The young man who sucked him (and watched us) is also stroking.  Tatted Guy kneads his crotch.  Soon he gets up and kneels in front of the young man.  He takes the guy into his mouth, then pauses, undoing the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down slightly to expose his hairy cheeks.  He goes back to sucking the regulation sized dick in front of him.

I know just what he wants.  I go over and pull the shorts to his knees.  I work my hard cock back into him.  He moans his approval.  The young man’s eyes get big as I fuck him.  My strokes are hard enough to help push the guy deeper onto the young man’s cock.

My knees are aching on the hard floor.  Just as I’m thinking of stopping, the young guy gives up his load.  He writhes in the chair as Tatted Guy sucks out every drop.  I pull out of his ass.  Tatted guy turns to me and points at the chair next to the young man, wanting me to sit in it.  I do, my cock rampant.  He crawls over to me and hovers above my cock. He hasn’t swallowed.  He drools the young man’s load onto my dick.  I am instantly achingly hard.  Tatted Guy stands up and sits on me.  I go in so much more easily with cum for lube.

The young man can’t take his eyes off us.  Tatted Guy bounces on me.  He’s in total control.  I am just there to please his ass.  He grunts out his elation.  He squeezes down on me.  My orgasm has been a given since my dick was covered in another man’s jizz.  Tatted Guy finds the speed and the angle that suits him best.  He pounds down on me.

Fuck, I’m close.  I buck up into his cummy ass—and it’s all over.  I blast spurt and spurt into his hot hole.  Tatted Guy grinds down on me, wanting every last drop..

The Compliment

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The Biker Bends Over

 Near Home—July, 2026

 

After my bad mood killed much fun on the Saturday afternoon, I waited until Monday to play again.  I deliberately didn’t go in the afternoon.  I needed to see different faces.  Monday night might be a bust, but I took the chance…

 

I am heartened that there are a few cars and a motorcycle in the lot.  I go in, pay and enter the theatre.  I sit in my usual chair.  My cock comes out as I look around the room.  There are three men I don’t recognize and one regular.  The guy I know instantly gets to his feet and comes over.  He smiles and bends, sucking my cock by leaning over the side of the chair.  He is an older gentleman who hates the hard floor.  His white hair is long enough to be pulled back into a ponytail.  His mouth is a great warm-up. And it gets the other men in the room to pull out their cocks.

My sucker can’t stay in this position for long.  He stands up.  “I love how you fill my throat,” he murmurs and takes off.

Two men on the side now go from stroking each other to one sucking the other.  I watch the movie—and keep glancing at the youngest man in the room.  He is dressed in tight jeans and a white T-shirt.   A leather motorcycle jacket is hanging from the back of his chair.  He looks right at me.  He is no more than 38.  Thin framed and with long legs that are jutting out in front of him.  His face is more striking than good looking—and his eyes are on my dick.  He gets up and comes to my side.

“May I?”

He kneels and takes me into his mouth.  He moans as my cock keeps sliding all the way down his throat.  He jerks himself with his right hand as he pleasures me with his mouth.  He spends a lot of time on my drooling cockhead—but gives me equal time on my balls.  Then it’s a long lick up the shaft before deep throating me repeatedly.

The young biker pulls off me.  “Please tell me that you fuck with this thing.”

I nod.

“Want my ass?”

“Absolutely.”

He stands up, ripping off the Tee and tossing it in his chair.  He sits to pull off his boots and peel the jeans down.  His cock is sticking out of his white briefs. They are added to the pile of clothes and his cock, hard and uncut, swings free.  He kneels on my chair seat, but it’s too low.  I tell him to stand and bend.  He does, holding the arms of the chair for support.  It’s a hot ass:  thin and lightly haired but for his butt crack where it is a forest.  I grease my dick and slap it on his ass.

“Fuck me, man.  Raw and deep.”

I press the head against his pucker—which gives way with the slightest pressure.  This guy likes to take cock regularly.  I slide in.  He squeezes down in welcome and then relaxes.  I hold a moment and begin a slow fuck.  He takes every inch with every stroke.  The biker begins to jerk his cock in time to my strokes.

He’s moaning now.  I begin picking up the tempo of my thrusts.  The couple, who were blowing each other, stop and watch the action.  I slap his ass.  Louder and harder than I mean to—but he groans and tells me to do it again.  I do.  The sound fills the small room.  He pants and begins to beg for my cum.  But it’s too soon for me to even try to get there.  I slow down the stroke then speed it up again.  Fast and hard.  He moans—and finally twists off me—collapsing in the chair.

I go to wash—and am delighted to find he was totally prepped for anal play.  I just rinse and piss.  He’s dressing as I come back out.  “Need a smoke,” he tells me.  He finishes up and goes outside.

I stroke.

The two guys go back to trading blow jobs until one of them gets off.  They both leave as the biker returns, along with the Latino who I never fuck due to his lack of cleanout.  They sit.  In moments, the biker asks for another round.  He sucks me, clothed, while across the room, the Latino strokes his cock to us.

“I want more of your ass.”

“Fuck, yeah!”  He gets up and strips again.  He bends, jutting his ass once more in my direction.  This time I kneel and begin tonguing his hole.  He squirms and tells me how good it feels.  The Latino gets up and comes closer, still stroking his dick.  I stand up and slide in.  The Latino steps forward.  “Suck his cock,” I command and the biker is more than eager.  He has two dick in him now and couldn’t be happier.

I fuck him hard.  “You want a turn?” I ask the Latino.  I have seen him top occasionally.  He nods and fucks him with his stubby, but fat cock.  I give Biker my cock straight from his ass and he gulps it down gratefully.  I watch the Latino fuck.  I really want him to unload—so I can fuck in his cum.  But he pulls out without shooting.  We switch back to our original positions.  I fuck his ass harder now and the Latinos is holding the ears of Biker, so he can’t pull off him.

I feel like I might just be able to get off.  The moment I think it, Biker shoots his load, handsfree, all over the floor.  He twists away from us—unable to go on.

He cleans up and leaves for good.  I hear his engine roar outside, over the moans on the screen…

*

I stroke—quite some time.

A young Black man comes in.  He is the guy who let me suck him to climax when the cuter option did someone else a few weeks ago.  He sits to the side and pulls out his phone.  Finally, he strokes.  He keeps glancing at me—until another man arrives. 

The new arrival is a thickset Black man I havn’t seen for a long time.  He’s had my cock before.  He sits near me and looks longingly at it.  The young Black hides his dick and goes back to his phone.  I am sure he’s been looking for someone on a hook-up site.

The door opens.  A handsome daddy comes in.  He looks around the room and sees the young Black.  Bingo.  He moves straight to him—I know they have made online connection.  He kneels and the young guy pulls out his cock.

I nod to the older Black man to come get mine.  His large mouth envelops me.  I love watching him work on me—and then glance over at the other pair.  The handsome daddy is working hard, making the guy in his mouth pant.

I feel my balls contract.  The load I wanted to shoot in Biker’s ass is ready for his guy’s throat.  I begin to moan myself.

So does the other guy getting sucked.

I begin fucking up into my sucker’s mouth.

So does the young guy.

He shoots first.  By a nanosecond.  He moans and collapses on the hot daddy’s head, holding him in place to take every drop.  I am right there with him.  I buck up into my guy’s mouth as my cock explodes.  Over and over.

We both have been served by cum hungry men.  Both of us are cleaned of any stray cum as we sit there and squirm…