A Horny Crowd of Men

 Near Home—August, 2026

 

It was the last Saturday night of August.  A Hetero couple had advertised they would be at my favorite bookstore at 9pm.  Posting an ad almost always guarantees a crowd.  I wasn’t sure I cared about this particular couple—but there would be a lot of horny men there…

 

The parking lot is full.  I am here fifteen minutes before their arrival.  I go in.  I sit on the long side wall where I can see both screens, as it is one of the few seats available.  The crowd of men, most of whom I have not seen before, is restless, waiting to see if the couple will show up.

At 9pm, a straight guy I recognize from here, comes in.   He has his phone out.  He takes the last open chair in the place, right next to the straight screen.  He keeps looking at his phone.  Fifteen minutes later, he glances once more at the screen.  He scowls, stands up and all but stomps out of the room.  I can only guess the couple has cancelled.  Two other men follow him out the door.  Others, take out their dicks and begin stroking.

Hands reach to help out.  There are suddenly three hand jobs happening.  I look towards the gay screen.  A handsome man in his 50’s has his dick out.  He gives me the nod.  There is now a vacant chair next to him.  I go over and sit there.

“That’s a beauty,” he whispers.  “Can I suck it?”

“Sure.”

“Can you stand in front of me.  My knees can’t take this floor.”

I smile, nod and stand up.  I move in front of him and he leans in to take me in his mouth.   He’s good.  His tongue is everywhere.  I sigh, quite loudly.

The reaction of the room is electric.  I can’t see them, but I can now hear men having sex.  When I finally turn slightly to look, I am glad to see we have inspired two pairs of men to suck each other.

My guy pulls off me with a satisfied sigh.  “You take a long time to shoot, right?”

I nod.  I then go to my knees and suck his hot uncut schlong.  He is juicing up like crazy—and it’s all being captured by his foreskin.  I dig in and he sighs, loving that I want to taste his precum.  I get my fill and realize that he is no minute man either.  I stand back up and feed him my cock once more.

He takes me to the root now, something he’d barely done the first round.  Over and over.  Suddenly, he stops—and instinctively I begin fucking his face.  He groans and jerks his dick hard as I use his throat for my pleasure.

I pull out of him, a little winded.  He grins and I go to the floor.  His juicy cock is awash with precum.  I clean it up and begin sucking him again—taking him deep into my throat.  I have been aware that a guy who looks like a biker has been stroking to our sex.  He has rebuffed a guy offering to help him out.  As my knees tire and I stand back up, he scootches forward on his seat to shoot on the floor.  The first two splats hit the linoleum, but I am there to catch his last few spurts.  He is so surprised, that he lets me clean his dick—before he pulls it away and shoves it into his pants.

I sit next to my new uncut friend.  We both can use a few moments.  The youngest guy in the room comes over.  He is likely 30 but has kept his youthful looks.  He kneels and takes me in his mouth.  He’s horrible.  All teeth and no tongue.  I stop him before he does any damage.

“Fuck me?” he asks, as he stands up.

“Sure, though I’m not quite ready for that.”

This is not the right answer.  He stomps off, never to be seen again.  I look to my new uncut bud.  He smirks—so I stand up and fuck his face.  I slow down and stop, letting him take charge.  His tongue roams all over my cock—and for the first time my balls.  I sigh, letting him know how much they love attention.  He spends a long time with the wrinkled sack—making it very wet.

Eventually, I go to my knees and suck him again, collecting all his juices held in his foreskin.  He sighs in complete satisfaction as I lick them up.  I work his cock until my knees are screaming.

I sit back down for a break.  A burly, blond man (who I have fucked here in the past) comes over.  “I want you in my ass again as you always make me shoot—but I don’t have the time.  Will you suck me?”  He is pulling out his cock as he talks.  I try to nod a ‘yes’ but he already has the wet head of his dick on my lips.

I hadn’t seen him here before he came over—he must have arrived and watched/jerked to Uncut and I having sex as his cock is red and eager to explode.  I get him into my mouth.  My tongue swirls over him.  He begins fucking my mouth.  Suddenly, he stops.  Cum is pouring out of his dick.  I have to work fast to swallow it all.  His whole body shakes.  He pulls abruptly out of my mouth, thanks me and leaves.

“Fuck, that was hot,” says Uncut.

I am hungry for more.  I go back on my knees in front of him.  He is really turned on seeing me take another man’s load.  I can feel the urgency as I suck.  He’s close.  His hands find the back of my head.  He holds me in place as his cock erupts.  I swallow his load no more than two minutes after the last one.

My cock is so ready.  I clean him up, stand and grunt out “You want it?”

He leans in and I explode all over his tongue…

Taking It Out On his Ass

 Near Home—August, 2026

 

I was in a bad mood what with missing Fornication, the incident with the car and then some other unexpected expenses.  I got the car to the dealership—and they wanted way too much money to replace the plastic undercarriage on this 13-year-old vehicle.  The mechanic reassured me that the young man who had zip tied it in place had done a good job and that it was still fine for local driving.  He agreed with my decision to hold off on fixing it and putting the saved money towards a newer model vehicle.

So, with a lot to think about—I went to the bookstore to avoid needing to think at all.  It was an evening visit…

 

I sit in my usual chair.  There are men here I don’t recognize—always a good sign.  As soon as my hard cock is out, a silver-haired Daddy asks politely to suck it.  I nod.  He kneels.  I sigh.  Perfect.  I really need this.

Another guy, likely in his late 40’s gets up.  He’s been jerking for a bit.  He walks over and offers me his cock to suck while I’m being blown.  I nod and lean a little to connect with his thick, cut dick.  He loves to watch the guy sucking me.  My sucker is aware what I’m doing—and steps up his work, really trying to get me off.

“Suck his dick.  You know you want his load,” says the guy in mouth to my sucker.  The sucker moans and keeps going.  The guy in my mouth begins to take control—he really wants to fuck my face.  I let him.  Twice, he’s on the edge of blowing his load, but holds back each time.

The older man between my knees needs a break.  I pause my cocksucking to give him an arm to get him up.  I thank him and he sits next to me.  The younger man to my side bends and takes me in his mouth.  It’s a horrible angle—and I tell him so.  He pulls off and kneels between my legs.  He begins doing to me all the things I was doing to him.  He is nowhere near as good as the older man, but I am feeling fine.

So is he.  He drops a load on the floor between my legs as he takes me to the root, moaning around my cock.  He is up and away quickly.

I stroke.

There is one man, off to the side, I recognize but can’t quite place.  He has a shaved head and hot looking tats all over his arms.  He is close to my age, likely a few years younger.  He has been stroking to our sex.  He indicates he’d like some head by spreading his legs and giving me a smile.  I go over.  His cock is really wet with precum.  I kneel and clean it up.  He produces more with a slight moan.  A lot.  I lick it up and keep going, taking him to the root.

And now I recognize him.  I have sucked him before.  He doesn’t blow a full load—he just keeps oozing jizz and precum, as his body shakes in mini-orgasms.  I stay between his legs, using every trick I know to keep his balls emptying out. 

He sighs. 

He moans.

He strokes my head.

My knees are screaming at me, so I get up.  He grins, nodding his head in thanks.

I stroke.

The place is now empty but the precum oozer.  The door opens and the crossdressing Latino comes in.  He sits next to me and is soon begging me to fuck him.  He hands me a pristine Magnum package.  I add lube to my dick and roll it on as he strips.  He actually takes off the female lingerie which is under his street clothes.

Naked but for sucks, he juts his ass out at me.  It’s been some time since I’ve fucked him—but I’m ready to tonight.  I work my way in. 

He gasps.  “Always bigger than I remember…” he says, loud enough for our audience of one to hear.  I begin a slow in and out.  He begins stroking his hard cock in time to my thrusts.

I build up speed fast.  I am soon slamming into his ass, my hips slapping against his upturned butt cheeks.  He is groaning loudly.  Oozer is stroking himself as he watches us fuck.  I keep up the anal assault on his hole.  I realize I am taking out my frustrations on him.   And he’s loving it.

“I will shoot soon.”

“Do it!”

“You want me to cum?”

“Go ahead.”   I slow for a moment and quickly build up the strength and pace of the strokes.

“Fuck me just like that….”

He can’t finish the sentence.  His seed covers the floor.  There is no way I’m going to shoot in the latex, but I do love his ass squeezing me with each spurt.  I pump him a few more times—then hold still until he pulls off me.

I didn’t shoot.  But I feel better.

I stay a while longer, but no one else arrives…

Surprises at the Bookstore

Near Home—August, 2026

(I am back and feeling better.  It was a 24 hour something…)

 

The Fornication Party was coming up—and just the idea of it made me really horned.  I knew that with the party on Sunday, I wanted to not play at all on Saturday.  But Friday night was a different story.  I went out, looking to see what trouble I could get into…

 

I go into the darkened theatre.  The first thing I see is a burly, bearded bear lazily jerking a younger man.   I sit to the side of them.  The bearded bear stops the moment I sit down.  I look at the younger guy and recognize him. 

Years ago, back in the two theatres days, this young man had asked me if guys really can get their cock sucked here.  I had assured him that he was good looking and if he went into the gay theatre he’d have no problem.  He did as I suggested and, quite a bit later, I went over to see if he was still there.  He was.  He’d gotten sucked—but all of the men had tapped out before he could shoot.  I hunkered down and blew him to completion.  He has let me suck him every time we bump into each other from that day on.

I nod and he brushes away Bearded Bear’s hand.  He looks right at me and spreads his legs.  I go over and start to work.  Bearded Bear is not pleased.  He watches for a moment and then with a harrumph of disgust, he moves nearer the gay screen.  I work on the young guy for a long time.  His balls are really flavorful on this hot August day.  His cock is not huge, but longer than average—and thin enough that my tongue can be very active all over it.  He moans contentedly and lets me get on with it.

Ten minutes later, he assures me is getting closer.  I work easily another five minutes on him.  My knees are killing me, but if I take a rest break and come back for him, it will be like starting from scratch again.  I power through and am soon rewarded with a delicious big load.  He squirms, begging me under his breath to stop as I clean up any stray cum—and soon leaves a much happier camper.

I stay in the dark corner and stroke my dick.  Bearded Bear returns to my line of sight.  He sits and gives me a glance.  He likes the look of my dick, but he makes no move for it.  I stroke.  He gropes himself

The Voyeur arrives.  He sits between us and pulls out his long, thin ebony cock.  He strokes—looking from one to the other of us.  My knees are still aching, so I let Bearded Bear do him.  He kneels and sucks, making lots of hot, wet noise.

Soon, The Voyeur tells him to sit in the chair.  He begins fucking Bearded Bear’s face.  Hard.  I assume he’s about to cum.  He pushes in deep—and it’s too much.  I hear BB retch.  He gets up and heads to the restroom.  The Voyeur waves his dick in my direction as if I must want to suck a cock that has just been gagged on.  I give it a pass.  The Voyeur gets busy on his phone across the room.

The door opens and the Minute Man walks in.  He sits on the wall opposite me.  I don’t think he can see me in the dark corner.  He kneads himself.

The door opens again.  A very handsome young man walks in.  I have seen him before, but we’ve never played.  He sits down near the gay screen, out of my line of sight.  But in moments, Minute Man gets up and disappears into the same corner.  Is he going to give his 90 second load to the young man?

I wait a moment.  The Voyeur sees what’s happening out of my line of vision and moves towards it.  I get up and go, too.

I am dumbfounded.  The Minute Man is on his knees sucking the Cute Young Man, while CYM is stroking The Voyeur, before he decides to take him in his mouth as he sits there high on poppers.  Now, I have been around Minute Man for years and I’ve never seen him perform a blow job.  He’s only let other’s blow him for his one to two minutes, depending.

Cute Young Man pulls off The Voyeur, takes another hit of his brown bottle and goes back to sucking him with abandon.  But the fumes make CYM’s dick wilt.  Minute Man is unhappy.  He stands up, sees me and comes over.  I take care of him in less than 90 seconds.  Bearded Bear has taken over trying to get some life back into CYM’s cock.

I swallow the load.  Minute Man pulls out of my mouth and takes off.  I watch the trio.  I am on the edge of standing up to join them when The Voyeur starts to cum in the CYM’s mouth.  CYM pulls off him letting the cum spray all over his face and on his shirt collar.  It’s hot and unexpected.

The Voyeur cleans up and goes.  Bearded Bear keeps working, but Cute Young Man tells him his dick isn’t going to harden up again.  CYM heads to the restroom—and then home.

I watch porn. 

Sometimes in the company of Bearded Bear, but more often alone.

I call it a night.  The evening has just made me hornier for the Fornication Party.

"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!"

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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..