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…

Bad Knees and a Bad Mood

 Near Home—July, 2026

 

I waited until Friday to return to the bookstore.  It was my usual time, after lunch with a strong cup of tea for the drive in.  There were a few cars in the parking lot…

 

The theatre feels particularly dark after the bright sunshine outside.  I stand near the door and let my eyes adjust.  There are at least eight men here—filling half the seats.  I sit on the long side wall.  I open my fly and haul out my hardening cock.  Shaved Head is sitting near the gay screen.  He comes over and gets me good and wet.  Shy One is next.  His work on my balls makes my cock wet in a different way.  He licks up all my precum, sighing contentedly.

Shy One stands and gives way to his partner for a second round.  He watches SH make my cock disappear into his mouth and Shy One sighs, almost as if he was doing the sucking himself.  Shaved Head’s return doesn’t last long.  They are nearing the end of the time they spend here.  As Shaved Head visits the restroom, Shy One asks if they will see me tomorrow at the Second Saturday event in Jackson.  I tell him ‘yes’ before he joins his partner and they head home.

“That’s some cock.”  A man, in his middle 70’s, has moved closer to my seat to watch the guy’s take my dick.  He now reaches out and touches my knee.  I let go of my cock, as an invitation for him to touch it.  His soft, wrinkled hand grasps it, feeling the girth.

“Yum.  Would you let me suck it?”

“Of course.”

He smiles and gives my dick a gentle squeeze.  He stands up and, using the arms of my chair, lowers himself to the floor.  He settles himself on the hard linoleum and leans in.  He inhales my ball musk and sighs.  He leans forward and takes me into his mouth.

Damn!  His mouth is great.  I love men who have perfected their dick skills—and he is one of them.  His tongue goes back and forth, from gentle and relaxing to insistent and needy.  He has great suction and no hint of teeth.  He can take my entire length to the pubes—repeatedly.

But he can’t stay on his knees.   He crawls to his chair and pulls himself up.  He thanks me.  In five minutes, he wants another round.  I nod.  It’s the same laborious process to get him to the floor, but it’s worth it.  For both of us.  He goes through all his tricks and finally comes up for air—and hauls himself back to his seat.  I try to give him an arm, but he waves me off.

I jerk.  And he kneads his crotch.

“May I?”

I nod. 

This time he throws down the seat cushion of one of the chairs and goes to kneel on that.  It helps—but not by much.  He still tires fast, leaving my cock wanting more.

A longer break.  Then the same routine:  cushion, a slow kneel and then pure pleasure.

“I’m not going to make you cum, am I?”  He’s looking up at me from between my legs.  He has the most wistful look on his face.

“It can take an act of God to get me off,” I murmur.  “But I love what you’re doing.”

He goes back to sucking for a minute, but the knee joints must be screaming.  He inches over to his chair and pulls himself into it.

Another older man has been watching us.  He moves to sit on the other side of my cocksucker.  Soon they are playing with each other’s bulges.  The new guy gets hard and unzips.  I can see my cocksucker fondling him into full erection.  He starts to go to his knees, but the other guy stops him—he’d rather be stroked than sucked.

I jerk to a very hot and kinky anal sex scene on the straight screen.  I can feel the switch being thrown in my balls.  With very little work, I am pretty sure I could cum.

I stand up and move in front of my cocksucker.  “Do you still want my load?”

“Of course!”

I step in and he leans forward.  I begin a slow fuck of his face.  The man he’d been stroking is agog.  “Suck that dick,” he whispers.  “Make him cum.”

My balls are churning.  It’s a matter of seconds, not minutes.  I stop face fucking and stand still.  His tongue swirls around my cock—and I explode.  I grab his shoulders and hang on as my balls empty. 

He swallows it all, delighted.

He cleans up my wilting cock to get every drop…

*

I did go to the Second Saturday gay event at the bookstore in Jackson (the one with the medical table.)  I got caught in a horrible traffic slow down on the expressway.  I crawled into the city and arrived in a foul mood.

That mood continued throughout the afternoon.  I had some play—but I know my mood colored my perception of the men who did play with me—and likely the men who sensed the bad vibes and avoided me.  There is nothing from that day I need to record for posterity…

So Many Mouths

 Near Home—July, 2026

 

The local bookstore was proving to be a lot of fun with seeing a number of new men there.  It saved me from driving farther afield on some of June’s hottest days.  I went back on the first Monday of July,  not expecting much more than a cool room and some hot porn.  I was pleasantly surprised…

 

I go in.  There are more men here than cars in the parking lot.  I can’t sit in my usual chair, so I find one on the side wall where I can see both screens.  As I unzip, I notice Shaved Head is on his knees in the back corner.  My dick comes out and Shy One, his partner, is right there to suck me to full hardness.

Damn, I love his mouth.  He is all over me, both cock and balls and back again.  I squeeze his shoulder as I quietly moan.

The man Shaved Head is working on has a very vocal orgasm.  He won’t let Shaved Head clean him up and, holding his wet cock away from his pants, beats a hasty retreat to the restroom.  Shaved Head moves to us.  I expect him to take Shy One’s place.  But no.  He’s ready to go.  Shy One gives me one last lick to my full balls and they go home to a late lunch.

There is a general movement in the room as a couple of guys leave.  My current chair is in direct view of the main door.  I still can’t sit in my regular one, so I sit right behind it on the side wall to give a future cocksucker more privacy.

I stroke.  In the row of seats in front of me is a guy, likely in his early 50’s, who is on his phone.  He is thick set and fully dressed, no dick visible.  He puts the phone away when I get comfortable in my new seat.   The man gets up and very nicely asks if he can suck my dick.  I nod and he goes to the floor.  I sigh as his mouth sinks all the way down my hard cock to my pubes.  His throat squeezes me and he comes up for air before beginning a blowjob that rivals Shy One’s exquisite mouth.  He’s down there for a long time, doing all the things I love.  At first, he is trying for a load.  When he realizes that isn’t happening, he settles down to sucking cock for the love of it.

He takes a breather.  Then asks if he can come back for round two.  I give him the go-ahead.  He gets back down on the floor, this time starting his tongue-work on my wet balls.  I sigh and ruffle the hair on his head.

A Black man I recognize from here, but see only occasionally, comes in.  His hair is now totally white.  He sits in the infamous corner chair. He takes out his dick and strokes himself to hardness. 

My cocksucker takes a break—but not for long.  He’s intrigued by fresh meat—and I don’t blame him.  Soon, he’s kneeling in front of the man with the snow-white afro.  I love watching him do all the things to him that he did to me, knowing just how talented his mouth really is.

The door opens again, and another African American comes in.  He is a big guy—a former footballer in build now gone soft.  He sits near the cocksucking.  The moment the clothed sucker gets up, the new man is instantly on his knees in front of the guy in the corner.  The bigger guy unzips and beats his cock as he continues giving head.  The clothed sucker comes back to me.  I get round three of his talented mouth.  I am pleased, that when the large guy finally stands up, White Afro leans forward and sucks him.

Then it all changes around.  The clothed sucker gets up from me and goes over to the where the bigger guy is now sitting.  The bigger guy gives him his cock.  White Afro comes to find me.  I suck his cock—and he does mine.   The two of us love going back and forth feeding each other dick.

The bigger guy gets off.  Loudly.  Finally, the clothed sucker gets the load he’s been craving.  He cleans the guy up and heads for home.  White Afro gets up from between my sprawled legs and sits.  We both watch the bigger guy head to the restroom and them outside.

We stroke.

We do another round of trading off on sucking.

We are now the only people here. 

And then White Afro goes, too.  I am alone.

But just for moments.  The bigger guy comes back from his rest break out in the parking lot.  He comes right to me—and asks to suck my cock.  I nod—and he kneels carefully, using the arms of the chair for support.  Now I have had great mouths on my dick tonight—and it continues.  His tongue is thick and drives me crazy.  He licks my balls.  He sucks my dick.  He nuzzles under my balls, lifting them with his free hand.  He huffs the smell of my aroused cock and sweaty balls.

“Lose the pants.”

I stand up and undo the belt, letting them drop.  He likes the look of my stained jock pushed out of the way and my cock jutting free.  I sit back down.  He pulls my thighs towards him, making me hunker down in the chair.  He leans in and begins licking my balls.  Soon his tongue is trailing down my perineum.  He hovers above my asshole, but comes back up to engulf my testicles in his mouth.

Then he does it all over again.

“You like this?” he murmurs.

I moan out a yes. 

He leans in and sucks my cock one more time.  He trails down to my balls.  Eash go into his mouth, individually, for a tongue bath.  He moves back to my perineum.  He licks up and down, making my hair there wringing wet.  He groans.  And his tongue goes lower.  It flicks across my pucker.  He spits.  He begins prodding my hole open so he can tongue fuck it.  I pull out the poppers in my shirt pocket.  I hold them under his nose and he takes a massive hit.  He begins rimming me in earnest.  I take a small hit—but the fumes take over.

It’s my turn to moan.  I haven’t had my ass eaten in this room in ages.  And from the sounds the guy is making he is right where he wants to be.  He burrows into me and I begin to jerk my dick.  After this marathon of play tonight, my cock is drooling.  It’s seriously red and swollen.  He comes up from my ass and sucks it once again, leaving it wet as he returns to my hole.  He pulls my cheeks apart and zeroes in with his tongue.

Fuck!  I beat my cock as he tongue fucks me, faster and faster. 

“You want my load?  I’m so damn close...”

He makes some sort of affirmative sound, muffled with my ass cheeks on either side of his mouth.  He starts moaning himself.

“Here…here it comes…”  I’m panting, barely able to get the words out.  He pulls off my asshole and devours my cock at just the right moment.  I am in him so deeply, I must be firing straight down his throat.  He holds me in place until my cock stops contracting.  He slowly pulls off me.  I see remnants of my jizz on his lips.  He licks them.  And me.  And kisses my hole one last time before he lets me move…

Saved By the Pup

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Beards, Balls and Cum: A Great Night at the Bookstore

 Near Home—July, 2026

My July started with a cancellation.  I had a fist date on July 1, but he had to re-schedule for later in the month.  I didn’t go out that night, but I did the next—retreating to the relatively cool dark room of the local bookstore after a hot July day.  I was not expecting much on a Thursday evening, but you just never know…

 

It’s crowded.  A good mix of men I recognize and men I’ve never seen before.  My usual seat is taken.  In the long row of seats on the side wall, there are two blow jobs in progress.  I sit on the short side wall, near the gay screen.  All the men there, but for the two busy sucking cock, watch me take out my dick.  I watch the cocksuckers as I stroke myself hard. 

A man with a long, full beard stands up.  His cock is out.  He is thick and curved upwards.  His ball sac is huge.  So often with guys who are all balls, it is one massive mound of hairy goodness.  This guy’s balls were huge, but still had the divide down the middle.  He stood in front of me, his balls swaying from the few steps toward me.  He nods.  I nod back.  He goes to his knees and my cock is in a hot, wet mouth and the overgrown beard is all over my own ball sac.  He’s good.  And hungry.  He is really trying for cum from the moment he starts.  He finally relaxes a little when he realizes I am not a minute man.  He pulls off my cock and treats my balls to his busy tongue.  Then it’s back to my dick until he has to get his knees off the hard concrete floor.

He offers me his cock as he stands.  I lean forward and do my best to return the favor.  His curve is a challenge I am happy to accept.  He likes what I’m doing and moves to the side so I’m not leaning forward in my chair.  He moans as my tongue explores his piss slit.  I lick and suck and swallow. 

I’ve put it off for as long as I can.  I want to lick those massive balls.  I begin and now the man with the big beard is moaning constantly.  He actually lifts his balls so I can get under them with ease.  The weight of them on my face is incredibly hot.

And now, as my tongue licks his hairy sack, there is another mouth on my cock.  I stop long enough to register that it is the man I know from here who also has a beard—and uses it to tease my wet cock and balls as he drags it across my pubic area.  He gets my cock and balls good and wet before his beard comes into play.  I continue to lick and suck Big Beard.  Soon, I feel the man’s beard who’s sucking me begin to mop we up.  I love the feel of it—and he knows I do.  He finally stands up and leaves, making Big Beard do round two on my cock.

When Big Beard has gotten his fill and sits down opposite me, another man I don’t recognize stands up.  His cock is rock hard and about the same size as mine.  He approaches.   He nods.  I nod and he goes to his knees.  I have had three men on my dick and each has felt good—but distinctly different.  It’s great.  This guy like to bury me in his throat.  Over and over.

Now he stands up and piston fucks my face.  Then to his knees again and works on me.  Again he stands up.  “Take my dick,” he grates.  I oval big and let him pound into my face.

Rock Hard disengages and sits next to me, to catch his breath.  The door opens and a tall, lanky Black man, likely in his 30’s, walks in.  He sits opposite us.  Rock Hard gets up and begins sucking me again.  This makes Tall and Lanky unzip and stroke.  I beckon him over—and he comes to give me a cock to suck as I am treated to the same.

Rock Hard comes up for air and sees me sucking the young man.  I pull off him and Rock Hard takes a turn on his cock.  Then he goes back to my bigger one and I happily suck the younger man.

“Would you eat my ass?”

Both Rock Hard and I stop what we’re doing to look at Tall and Lanky.  “Sure,” I tell him.  He strips down to his athletic socks.  He sits in my chair, hunkering down, his legs in the air and his thin arms wrapped around his knees holding them in place.  I lick his balls first—and then begin the descent.  His perineum is covered in tight, black curls.  I smell the scent of Irish Spring before I get to his hole.  I dig in.  He squirms and moans.  I begin a hard tongue fuck.  Rock Hard watches us and jerks.

“Lick my balls so I can shoot.”

I move up and do what he wants, even though I want so much more time in his hole.  He grasps his average sized cock and jerks as I lick.   He moans—and, in moments, is there.  White pools of cum on his ebony skin.  He lets me lick up the cum—but not off his sensitive dick.  Big Beard is watching.  He kneels and licks up a splatter of seed on the young man’s nipple I’d somehow missed.  Tall and Lanky squirms away from us, grabs his clothes and gets dressed in the restroom.

“I gotta shoot.”  It’s Rock Hard.  I’m still on my knees, so he walks over to me.  He jabs his cock into my mouth and instantly begins firing off a huge round of jizz.  I have to swallow fast to keep up with him…

*

That should have been the end, but I stayed.

There was a major lull as guys left or regrouped.

An older man tried to suck me, but he was all teeth.

I traded blow jobs with a slightly portly guy, who I finally recognized when he pulled out his nipple clamp chain and attached them to his nips.  I added a finger up his ass and it was now easy to get him to fill my mouth with one more load for the night.

Wanting One Thing/Getting Another

Near Home—June, 2026

 

I didn’t get off with Rudy that Sunday, as is often the case when I am fisting.  (I am just thinking about too many other things, when my hands are doing the work and not my cock.)  I waited a day and then went back to the bookstore on the last day of June to finally shoot my load…

 

It’s busy.  I walk into the darkened theatre.  My usual chair is taken so I sit on the side, where I can see both screens with a turn of my head.  There are two men who are stroking to the porn, but no one is touching another.  I take out my cock.  A young man across the room looks up from his phone and sees my hardening cock.  It takes me a moment in the dim light, but I recognize him as the young man who used to pull me into one of the private rental booths so no one would see us have sex.  I’d worked on making him do me in public.  And it had worked.  I haven’t seen him for a long time…but here he is walking towards me, kneeling and taking me deep into his throat.  His hair has grown very long and it falls overs his shoulders and onto my thighs as he works his very experienced mouth all over my cock and balls.

I hear him moan softly as my cock fills his throat once again.  It sends shivers through me.  My sucker pauses for a second and looks at the time on his phone.  I can tell from his expression he should be elsewhere—but he keeps sucking.

The Voyeur walks in.  He comes right over to me, unzips and gives me his hardening cock to suck while the long-haired young man continues trying to make my balls release cum.  The Voyeur lets me set my own pace, only occasionally pushing deep to choke me on his ebony cock.

My sucker checks his phone once more.  With an apologetic look, he gets up and takes off.  The Voyeur, with no one working on my dick, seems to lose interest.  He sits down a few chairs away.

A man stands up.  It is the guy I’ve known the longest in my time here.  He begins to shed all his clothes.  Once naked, he walks over and has me suck his cock.  He starts out quite hard, but the popper bottle is in his hand, and soon I am sucking on a cock that keeps going soft.  The moment I get it hardened up again, he takes another hit and he loses his erection once more.  I finally suggest I need a moment.  I take a long drink from my water bottle and see if there is anyone else interested in doing me.

I look across the room.  The Voyeur has found someone else to suck him.  The sucker is a very large Black man I have never seen before, but he seems to be giving The Voyeur just what he wants.  I stroke to them and not the porn.  Soon The Voyeur convulses and gives the large guy a mouthful of cum.  They talk a moment—and The Voyeur points to me.  The big guy gets up and comes over.  I spread my legs, thinking he’s come to suck an even bigger cock, but he sits next to me instead.  He leans in, “He says you give good head.  I need to get off and go home.”

I smile.  It’s always good to get good reviews.  I kneel in front of the man.  It’s a thick cock, but much of his potential length is hidden under extra flesh.  I go to work and the guy sighs.  His cock is drooling really tasty precum.  I work harder.  I dig out his massive balls and lick them.  The guy is now moaning loudly.  I go back to his dick.  His big hand finds the back of my head and holds me in place.  His dick goes off, spewing two or three shots of cum down my throat. The next few spurts land on my tongue and are as delicious as his precum.  I clean him up.  He squeezes my shoulder in pleasure and says:  “Wow. He wasn’t kidding.”  He sighs.  “Next time I’ll do you, man.”  He zips up and goes.

I stroke.  I look for a cocksucker, hoping my naked friend will return the pleasure, but he’s busy jerking an older man.

The Voyeur comes back from the parking lot.  He’s still hard.  He sits across from me and waves his cock at me.  I ignore him for a moment, then get up and kneel between his legs.  I go to work, worried I’ll be there forever as he’s already shot once.  With him seated, I can really work on his balls.  My tongue down there makes his cock drip.  I clean him up and go back to the slightly musky ball sack.

CD Latino is watching.  He comes over with his tiny cock out.  The Voyeur does not suck cock (at least here) and pulls up CDL’s halter top and gnaws on his nipple.  This seems to make his cock even harder.  I go back to it—and in a few moments, I am swallowing my second load of the day.

I came to get off…and here I am taking the loads.

I sit in my usual seat, now vacated and watch the straight porn.

Two men arrive.  One is hot as fuck, in his 40’s and only interested in his phone.  The other guy is really rough looking, late 50’s and looks like the guys cast as thugs in 1940’s gangster flicks.  But he pulls out a dick that just keeps getting bigger and bigger as he strokes it to full hardness.  He looks right at me, showing it off.

I nod to him.  He nods back.  I hesitate.  The hot guy, is now watching us.  Big Dick makes a show on stroking his full length.  It’s hard to tell, but he’s at least as big as I am and maybe slightly longer.  I nod again.  This time he covers his cock instead of nodding back.

I ignore him and go back to the video. 

Big Dick stands up.  He strokes, showing off for the room.  My naked friend gets up and takes a step towards him, but the guy sits down and pulls his tee shirt over his cock. 

I stroke.

Big Dick makes eye contact with me once more.  I nod, with that ‘you want help?’ look.  He nods.  I stand—and the guy pulls up his shorts and races to the restroom—and then out the main door.  I look at my naked friend and we roll our eyes…

I stroke.

My naked friend gets the older guy off and they both leave.  Other men drift away, too.  This leaves just the handsome guy who, when I finally look at him again, has put his phone down and is kneading his crotch.  As I watch, he unzips and takes out a nice seven incher.  “Come suck me,” he hisses.

I go over.  I kneel.  I take him into my mouth.  He sighs.  I work on his shaft and burrow into his drooling piss slit.  He eventually stops me.  He stands and lets his pants crumple around his ankles.  He pushes his designer briefs down, too.  He sits back down.  I go right to his sweaty balls.  Fuck!  They taste good.  He groans as I suckle them into my mouth.  I spend a lot of time there, finally working back up his shaft.

“Finger me,” he whispers. 

I drool spit on my left-hand middle finger.  He hunkers down a little so I have easier access.  I touch his tight pucker.  His cock drools on my tongue.  I work inside him with a slight twist.  He is gasping now, his cock a fountain.

I am up to the first knuckle.  He is groaning.  Nonstop.

I push deeper into his ass as my throat takes every inch of him deep inside me.

My finger finds his prostate—and it is all over.  I pull up slightly as I want to taste his cum.  He holds the side of my head and shoots and shoots.  As he slowly subsides, I get the finger out of him and clean up his cock.

He thanks me and is off to the restroom and out the door.

I am now alone in the room.

I wait a bit, but no one arrives.

I think back over what happened this afternoon.  It has proved to be nothing like what I thought I wanted—but still great fun.

I wait a little longer—and leave to go fix dinner…