"That's the Tongue I Remember!"

 Near Home—October, 2026

 

My perfect day at the bookstore (detailed in the last post) kept me horned all the next day.  I wanted more.   I decided to go back that night, which was a Friday.  The weekend nights were usually good.  I guessed it would not be as varied as my perfect day, but just maybe, it might be better….

 

I go in.  There are a handful of men here.  Two are jerking.  One is a guy in his 30’s.  The other is a man in his 60’s.  A very handsome man guy in his 50’s is sitting next to the older guy.  He reaches out and touches the man’s cock.  It explodes and cum splatters all over the floor.  The handsome guy apologizes but the older guy is all smiles and heads to the rest room.  The younger guy stroking gets a message on his phone and takes off.

I pull out my cock and stroke.  The handsome man comes over and sits next to me.  “Ready to fuck me?”

I tell him I need a little time before I’m ready for that—and was hoping for some head.  He is very obliging.  He instantly kneels between my spread legs and makes terrific use of his mouth and tongue.  I do have to remind him to include my balls.  He moves down to them—and quickly has me moaning softly.

When his knees tire—and it’s obvious I’m not going to shoot—he sits next to me.  He begins chatting to me very softly, so as not to disturb the other viewers.  He tells me he is glad to see me again.  (I can’t place him, but say nothing.)  He tells me he’s known me for at least 15 years—and we used to have sex all the time in the old two-theatre set up.  (It’s certainly possible.)  He tells me he loves the way I eat ass.  (Okay, now I know he’s telling the truth.) 

I’m just about to ask if he wants to fuck when the door opens.  A hot young man enters.  It’s the guy who once came over to me suck me, saw my true size and begged off—saying he knew he’d be all teeth with my girth.  The young man sits near the gay screen.  Every man in the room is interested in him.  But the tiny old man, who’s been sitting in the corner, wins.  He’s first to actually go over and is immediately on his knees blowing him.

It’s fun to watch.  Both love what’s happening and communicate it to the rest of us.  At one point, the hot young guy stands up and totally strips off but for socks.  He sits, buck naked and showing it off.

Both the handsome guy and I are stroking to the scene.

The young man getting sucked stands up.  He shows us his gorgeous bare ass.  My seat companion looks at me and then back at the bare butt.  He goes over, his cock swaying.  The way they are positioned, I can’t see if the young guy truly gets fucked—or the handsome guy’s dick is just between his ass cheeks.  Either way—it gets him off in his cocksucker’s mouth in seconds.  It’s a noisy orgasm. 

The young guy grabs his clothes and cleans up in the restroom and leaves.  The cocksucker looks very pleased with himself—and rightfully so.

The door opens.  The guy who had been stroking and left is back and he’s brought his wife/girlfriend/fuck buddy/whore.  They sit together.  Soon she’s feeling him up.  Then she’s giving him head. 

He tells her to strip down.  She does.  She had the largest breasts I’ve ever seen.  They are huge and pendulous.  The young man pulls a chair around and has her lean into is so he can fuck her from behind.  My handsome seat companion gets up and goes over.  He is instructed to play with her breasts as she’s fucked.  He does.  Using both his hands.

The guy fucking gets off—being the center of attention.  They take off.

I am much more interested in a ginger cub who has come in during the fucking.  He is stocky, hairy, in his late 30’s—and glued to his phone.  He doesn’t want to watch the straight sex happening.  On the rare times he glances up, I try to catch his eye.  But he looks right through me—and returns to the glowing screen.

The door opens.  A hot Black man comes in.  He goes right to the ginger cub.  They have obviously arranged to meet here.  Ginger Cub strips down and is soon sucking the other man’s cock. 

The handsome guy I can’t remember from my past is back by my side.  He makes occasional comments on the sex happening across from us.  He has gotten his dick out again—and we both stroke watching the blow job in progress.

“Think he’ll get fucked?” he whispers to me.

I nod.  I’ve seen the lube bottle come out.  GC fingers some lube into his ass.  He stands up and tries to sit on the cock he just had in his mouth.  It goes in—but soon flops out, losing its rigidity.  The Cub tries again.  He gets it in his ass, but the guy still goes soft. 

The Cub sits down.  The two of them confer.  The Black guy points at me.  Ginger Cub nods—and beckons me over.  “Fuck him,” says the would-be top, now flogging his reviving meat.  “But don’t cum in him.”

Ginger Cub gets on all fours on the seat of his chair.  I slide in easily.  He pants.  The would-be top is focused on my cock going in and out—making his own erection get harder and harder.  He flogs it until he is absolutely rigid.

I am loving this hairy hole.  The guy is a good fuck—and the eye candy of his matted ass hair is working for me.  I look at the other top.  “You ready?”

He nods. 

I pull out and he fucks him.  Hard and fast.

“Yesssss…” hisses GC.

I stand next to them and stroke.  The now rock-hard top pulls out.  I fight the urge to take his wet cock in my mouth.  Ginger Cub stands up.  They embrace, hard dick to hard dick.  They kiss.  I move around, kneel and lick GC’s wet hole.  He moans—and shoots all over the bare crotch of his top.  His white cum looks terrific dripping down his ebony skin.  Using some of the cum for lube, the top shoots his load on the floor between them.

I go back to my handsome seat partner.

“You sent him over the edge with just one lick—that’s the tongue I remember.”

“Then let me remind you…”

He grins and strips down.  He kneels on the chair.  I kneel behind him and bury my face in his ass.  Fuck!  This is going to be the perfect ending for this odd night.  I burrow in.  He moans—high now on poppers.  I eat him out for a long time, slobbering over his hole.

“Get that big dick in there…”  He’s impatient.  And in that moment, it’s a compliment.  I stand up and slide in.  He gasps and gives me a terrific squeeze, rippling down the length of my dick.  His ass relaxes and I begin fucking.

“Breed me,” he pleads.  “When you’re ready…just fuck me hard and give it to me…”

After all the sex happening around us tonight—and my jerking to it—I know I’ll shoot easily.  His ass is made for loads—and in moments, I am shooting deep inside him and gasping for breath…

The Perfect Afternoon

 Near Home—October, 2026

 

There are days that you go looking for sex and you come up with nothing, or so little it wasn’t worth the effort.  Other times you can have so much action that it’s hard to believe it was all in one afternoon.  The first of October, a Thursday afternoon was a true cornucopia of hot sex falling into my lap…

 

I go in.  There are three men seated around the room.  They are all older than me.  Two of them are flogging dicks that don’t seem to be hard.  The third man is groping himself—watching everyone else.  I take out my cock.  The moment it gets hard, the older man in the corner stands up.  He walks around me to get to my left side.  He grabs my head and pulls it towards his crotch.  I open and take in his semi-erect cock.  His balls explode on contact.  I am flooded with semen.  I can barely swallow it all.  But I do. 

Elapsed time:  two and a half minutes after arrival.

The other man with his cock out stands up.  He comes over and, following the lead of the  guy who just shot, pulls me to his crotch.  He’s a little harder.  Am I really getting another load with no work?  Nope.  I suck—and he’s appreciative, but he can’t get fully hard, much less get off.  He tries to suck me—and I stop him.  He’s all teeth.  He sits back down.

I stroke.

In just a few minutes, the door opens.  A hot cubby guy in his early 40’s comes in.  He’s hairy everywhere but on the top of his head.  He stands right next to me and pulls out a fat dick. 

“Suck me?”

I lean in, open wider than usual and take him into my mouth.  He groans.  He lets me work on him for about four minutes, then stops me so he can drop his walking shorts and underwear around his ankles.  Now I can lick his balls.  I am all over the fat, hairy orbs.

“You can play with my ass,” he whispers—and soon I have the middle finger of my left hand deep inside him. 

He loves this—and it makes his cock juice up.  I keep sucking, licking and probing with my finger.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” he says, touching my hand that is fingering his butt.

I pull out, saying “Just give me the load when you’re ready.  He moves off and watches the gay porn for a bit, sitting near the gay screen.

I stroke.  My own balls are now making precum like crazy.

CDLatino comes in.  He takes the chair next to me. “You need to fuck me.”

“Maybe later…”

He strokes.  And he won’t take no for an answer.  I just had two sessions in the playroom that were all about ass—I’m really enjoying doing some cocksucking—so I keep putting him off. 

The Cubby guy has stood back up.  He brings his cock to me.  He shoves it in my mouth.  My middle finger goes back in his ass.  He begins panting.   I moan as his juicy cock keeps dripping precum.  He begins a slow fuck of my face.

CDLatino stands up, jerking his small, uncut cock as he watches us.

“You still want my cum?” asks the cub. 

It sounds loud in the small room.  I make some sort of affirmative response around the girt of this dick.  He picks up the pace.  My finger twists in his ass.

“TAKE IT!”  He is shooting as big a load as the first one I got.  CDLatino cums at the same time—his load going all over the floor.  I lick the cub clean.  The two men who just shot take off.

I stroke.

A man in a hooded sweat shirt, pulled up over his head and hiding most of his face, sits in the corner seat.  He unzips and takes out his cock. Now I can tell it’s Road Worker.  He jerks.  Soon, he takes off his jeans, showing off his lithe body.  He strokes bare-assed.  Then he stands up and comes over.

“You can fuck me if you’re ready to shoot.”

I’m not ready—but I know that the simple fact of putting my cock in his ass will get him off.  He finds his popper bottle on his chair, takes a huge huff and bends over, showing off his hairless ass.  I am lubed and ready.  I push into him.

“Fuck!”

Road Worker begins jerking like crazy as I pump into his ass.  Deep and hard.  I might just cream him after all.  But suddenly he’s spewing his seed on the floor and twisting off my cock as he does it.  He moans out his thanks and sinks into his chair.  I lean down and lick off the last drop of his cum oozing out of his dick.  He yelps and pulls away.  I go piss and rinse off.  When I come back, he’s gone.

I am alone for a bit. 

The door opens.  It is Cute College Kid.  I haven’t seen him in months.  He sits next to me, all smiles.  But I can tell he’s not here for just anyone—he’s waiting for someone.  And moments later, a hot young Latino who has sucked me in the past, come in.  The Latino proceeds to suck off CCK.  In short order, he gets a mouthful of cum—and CCK takes off.

The door opens.  It is a handsome guy in his late 50’s.  He has a great head of grey hair, a slim build—and I finally figure out that I’ve fucked him in at the bookstore with the medical table.  He makes his way right to me. 

He kneels and engulfs my cock.  The Latino pulls out his dick and jerks as he watches us.                                 

“Will you fuck me?”

I nod.  I turn to the Latino.  “Can he suck you as I fuck him?”

The Latino nods, eagerly.

The new arrival strips down, he kneels and starts sucking.  I am all over his hairy ass.  I tongue the crack—before zeroing in on his loose pucker.  He groans around the uncut dick in his mouth.  I rear up and slide my lubed cock into his hole.  He stops sucking, gasps for breath and goes right back to servicing the young guy.  I begin a slow in and out.  But my cock takes over.  I am now pumping his ass hard and furious.

“Give him that load,” hisses the Latino.

“You want it?”  I ask.  It’s rhetorical, I know he does.

He nods ‘Yes’ still sucking on the Latino’s cock.

I fuck a little faster.  And my balls empty into him—but with little feeling.  I groan and pull out.  I lean in and begin slurping my cum out of his ass.

“Fuck…” moans the Latino.  He’s never seen me felch a load.

I eat and jerk my cock.  I want the damn full explosion. 

Suddenly, I know I’m close.  I shove my swollen cock roughly into his cummy hole.

“Here’s…the real one…” I pant.

And it happens.  I don’t know if I give him much more cum, but every nerve in my body goes off as I have a full-on orgasm.  I grind my dick into him as deeply as I can.

The handsome man comes up for air with a groan.  He swivels away from the young guy to clean my cock.  It’s all I can do is to kneel there and let him do it…

Late Night Treat

 Near Home—September, 2026

 

I had one last trip to the bookstore in September.  Saturday nights had proved to offer more and different choices.  I don’t often do back-to-back days, but I had dinner and took off…

 

I walk into the darkened room.  A woman is moaning loudly on the screen—and a man is moaning even louder as he shoots his load in the back corner.  I take a seat on the side.  There are 10 men here.  The guy who shot, a young guy I recognize as a regular, heads to the restroom, his dripping cock leaving a trail on the linoleum.   There is a second blowjob still in progress.  Every man in the room has his cock out.  There is at least one furtive hand job happening.  I take out my dick and wait to see who will want to suck it.

And I’m ignored.   The guy getting the blow job cums and leaves with the guy who sucked him.  Others put their dicks away once the live sex show is over and take off.  Another man has his phone chime, and he races to the door to answer it while simultaneously shoving his cock back in his pants.  Other men soon filter out. 

There are now three of us.  I have had both men in my mouth before.  The Minute Man is nodding to me.  I get up and kneel in front of him.  I take his small dick in my mouth as he huffs poppers.  He blasts out his weeks-worth of cum in 90 seconds.  I get up after cleaning him up.  He takes off as I sit near the other man.

“I did him first as he takes so little time.”

The bearded man smiles at me.  This guy I’ve had only once.  But I remember him.  He can’t get hard—until the moment he blows his load.  We both stroke a little side by side.  He reaches over and takes over on my cock.  He moans as his hand gently slides up and down on my dick.  I let him do it for a good five minutes.

“You want me to suck yours?”

He nods.  I think he’s glad we are the only two in the theatre. I spend a long time swirling my tongue around his semi hard dick.  I do his balls.  That hardens him up a little more, but the moment I go back to his shaft, it softens again.

But soon, he begins to groan.  “I’m gonna…oh, Sweet Mother of G…” he can’t finish the phrase before his cock hardens and he gives me his load.  He can’t stop shooting.  Minute Man’s load was large.  This one is enormous.  I get every drop—but he’s too tender for any kind of clean up.  He thanks me profusely and goes out the door.

I’m alone. 

After walking in on so many.

I stroke.

The door opens.  A Latin guy come in.  I know I’ve seen him before, but I can’t remember if we’ve done anything.  He sits around the corner near the gay screen. 

The door opens again.  An older guy comes in.  He goes for the young man.  I hear the blow job happening.  But when the older guy doesn’t get cum in two minutes, he stomps out of the room.

I stroke.

The Latin guy comes around the corner and sits near me.  His hand is groping himself under his pants. 

“Nice dick,” he whispers.

“Thanks.”

A moment.

“May I?”

I nod.  He goes to his knees.  He opens wide.

Holy fuck, his mouth is velvet.  And even better, you can tell he loves to suck cock for the pleasure of having a hard dick in his mouth—not just to get a load.  He spends five minutes on licking only my cock head and slit.  Just as long with some repeated deep throating.  Then he mixes it all up, making me sigh in pleasure.

“It takes me a long time to cum…” I tell him.

“Good.  I just love dick in my mouth…”  and he begins a new round of deep throating and choking himself on my girth.

He moves to my balls.  His tongue is great there, too.  He urges me to open my pants more so he can really lick under them.  I drop them to my ankles, and his thick tongue is all over my cock ring, tracing it with his wet tongue.  He licks down my perineum, stopping just above my tight pucker.  He works back up.  Up the taint, across my balls, licking up the shaft, cleaning my cock drool and finally ovaling his mouth to take me deep in his throat.

When he finally pauses and sits back down, I ask if I can return the favor.

He shakes his head. 

We watch the video.

Maybe five minutes later, he is back on his knees.  He does it all again.  My balls are working overtime—giving him plenty of precum to enjoy.  He slurps loudly on it—and I suddenly realize I am on the edge of shooting.

“Oh, fuck…”

His mouth is all over my cock head.  Without thinking I push him down onto my cock.  He moans—but takes every inch.  I begin to shoot.  Rope after rope of cum.  My cock engorges and he chokes—but he stays right there to get every drop…

*

Numbers were exchanged.  I’m sure he will come up in these pages again…

Just Too Big

 Near Home—September, 2026

 

It was Friday.  I found myself at loose ends at the end of the morning.  My dick told me what I wanted—so I ate a slightly early lunch and went to the bookstore.  The semi-full parking lot gave me hope…

 

I find my way to my regular chair.  There are four men stroking.   I take out my cock and get it hard as I look around the room.  Across the room is an early 50’s daddy I’ve sucked before.  A larger guy in the corner seat is trying to hide his less than average dick with his left hand, but is stroking like mad with his right.  To my left is a young guy with a beer can of a dick.  He is stroking hard, his head turning from one screen to the other and back again.  And next to me is the young man I met a few years ago—and gave him his very first orgasm in a man’s mouth.

He looks my way and nods.  His cock is not hard.  Seeing me, it begins to stiffen.

I would love to play with any of these men, but I opt for the guy next to me—though I know he will take forever to get him off.  I slip down to the floor and take the young man in my mouth.  His hair has gotten longer and rather shaggy.  I’d forgotten there’s a piercing in his eyebrow.  His T-shirt is branded with some indie band that means nothing to me.  He tends to sneer at the men in a place like this—but his cock is hardening as I lick his sweaty ball—and he’s all smiles for me.

The daddy leaves the moment I am on my knees.  Too bad.  I take the young man into my mouth.  He finishes hardening up as my tongue swirls around his cock.  He’s not big, maybe just over average.  But he’s hot—and he will spew a massive load after the long buildup.

I switch from the head of his cock to his entire shaft.  Then to his balls again with my left hand jerking him.  I keep moving all over his groin.  He is breathing harder now—but I know he’s not close. 

Cock head.

Shaft.

Balls and jerk.

Head.

Shaft.

And this time as I go to his balls, my wet left middle finger massages his tight pucker.  I don’t try to go inside, I just make all those nerve endings tingle.  (One time, when we were here totally alone, he let me lick his hole.  It’s never happened again.)

I keep working.  I know he’s closer, for as I return to his head, it’s dripping even more precum.

I also notice the boy with the beer can dick is now being serviced by the Latino who never cleans out.  As I move to some repeated deep throating, I hear Beer Can have a noisy orgasm.

My knees are beginning to scream at me.  But I keep going.

The guy in the corner has been more openly stroking to us, but without my guy getting off, he becomes bored.  He gets up and sits nearer the Latino.

I do another rotation on the young man’s crotch.  It’s been 15 minutes, easily.  And my knees are shot.  I sigh and sit back in my chair.

“Sorry…” I murmur.  It’s the first time I haven’t made him shoot.

“I can stand up and feed you,” he mutters.

He doesn’t wait for a confirmation from me.  He stands up and pushes his chair more into the corner and stands in the space between the two.  He is right at mouth level.  Perfect.  He lets me work on his drooling cock—and then he begins to face fuck me.  He stops after a what seems like a really long time—and let’s me work at my own speed again.

“I’m really close…” he mumbles.

He is.  I know the signs.  His cock is harder than ever.  His cock head has swollen.  And in moments, he is finally spurting his jizz onto my tongue.  As always, it’s a huge load.  He spurts and spurts.  I swallow rapidly.  He loves that I want it.  He finally shoots the last blast and sighs.  Contented.

He stands in place and lets me clean-up his cock without any squirming.  He squeezes my shoulder by way of thanks and goes off to urinate, leaving me vaguely wishing he was rinsing the last of his semen out of my mouth with his piss…

I sit and stroke.  The only men left in the room are the Latino and the guy from the corner—and he leaves quickly.

The Latino and I have a long history.  When I first met him in the old two theatre set-up, I fucked him—and he was filthy.  I thought it was a one off and fucked him another time.  The same.  I talked to him about clean out—and he looked at me blankly.  I told him I would only fuck him with a condom, but he didn’t want that.  Nowadays, he doesn’t ask anymore, but occasionally begs me to suck his cock.

The Latino has been jerking, watching me suck my shaggy haired young man.  He comes over, he looks like he’s about to lose his load.  I take his girthy, uncut cock in my mouth.  He dribbles out his load.  He groans.  He pulls out and strokes out a massive amount of cum all over the floor.

What a waste.

I am alone in the room for about five minutes.

The door opens.  A fortyish white guy comes in wearing a John Deere hat.  He sits next to me.  He unbuttons his shorts and they are pushed around his ankles.  There is no underwear.  He gets his average sized dick hard and dripping with his right hand.  He reaches with his left and begins stroking me.  He does it so it feels good, not the death grip so many men use on my thick shaft.  He sighs.

“May I suck it?”

“Please.”  He leans over and takes me from the side.  I usually hate this position, but his mouth is big and roomy.  His tongue is all over me—and it tilts his ass into the air.  I reach around and begin playing with his tight pucker.  He groans.  He works harder on me—and I begin finger fucking his hole.  He groans around my cock—and works hard on it.

He is making me feel great, but I am nowhere near shooting.

“Do you want more than my finger in your hole?”

He pulls off me.  “You’re pretty thick.  But I’ll try.  You got a condom?”

I pull out a Magnum.  I lube up and suit up.  He bends, feet on the floor and holding onto the arms of the chair.  I press into his pucker.  I can’t get in.  I kneel and eat his ass, hoping to relax him.  I try again.  Nope.  The more I press in, the more he raises up off the chair, keeping me out.

It’s never gonna happen.  I swat his ass playfully and he turns around.  “Sorry—you are just too big.  I’ve never had one your size.”

I go wash up.  When I come out, a new man has arrived and my man in the tractor hat is sucking him.

Suddenly dinner sounds better. 

I take off…

Get Tested!

 At Home—September, 2026

 

It was time for my quarterly testing.  My county’s Health Department and I have a long history.  They love that I am proactive and want to keep my partners safe.  As I crawled into bed, I made a mental note to make an appointment the next day.

I pissed, as usual, in the middle of the night.  And fuck!  It was really painful.  But there was no discharge.  I made an appointment the moment the clinic opened.  After several more painful pissings, I was sure that it was a true UTI and not one of the ubiquitous STIs.  The testing proved me right—I was negative for the entire panel of HIV and STIs. 

The Health Department sent me to a walk-in clinic connected to a hospital.  They confirmed that it was a UTI and would test it for best treatment.  They gave me an interim prescription that helped, but was not doing the job.  In two days, they had examined the specimen I’d given—and a new prescription was sent.  It knocked it out of me in short order.

I had to cancel three play sessions, but to a person, they were thrilled I was honest about what was up and they rescheduled.

And now the public service announcement.  If you play—get tested on a regular basis.  Know that some STIs can have no symptoms.  I love the public health department—where there is zero attitude and I have built a great rapport with the staff.  My GP is also glad I take care of it that way—and he gets the reports for my file.  There are even options to do your testing through the mail.  Just get it done.

Please, let’s take care of each other!

End of my public service rant…

 

Near Home—September, 2026

 

Once I had finished the second set of antibiotics, I went to the bookstore.  It was a small crowd and no one wanted to suck my dick.  I sucked one man who had trouble staying hard—and got a load down my throat from a man I recognized.

Not exactly a triumphant return to playing.  But that was soon to come…

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…

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…