He pumped hard against the back of my throat which enjoyed the fleshy sensation of the tip of his cock. He never got fully hard and I could tell that he was using up some of his energy, but he kept hold of my head as he continued to thrust into me in an impersonal way.
As he tired, he allowed the other man to put his dick in my face. The working man was completely hard and really thick. He was less aggressive, but clearly in need of a warm place to put his big dick. I opened further and took his cut cock about half way in and used my tongue to apply pressure to the underside of his cock.
I heard another deep grunt of response and decided to press on and see if I could take the whole thing. I came close, as I felt my face press against his dark pubic hair. I pulled back for air and plunged in again. This time he found the back of my throat where I could squeeze him fully. I felt him arch his back to push in as far as he could.
I began a serious pumping back and forth for the full length of his erect penis. Each time I let him come most of the way out before I pressed my lips hard against his hot flesh and took his solid cock to the back of my throat. I could feel that this was getting to be too much for him, so I switched back to the older man who was happy to have my warm mouth back on his cock.
He had softened a bit which was fine after the workout my mouth had just had. I used one hand to gently stroke the working man which kept him engaged in our threesome. I didn’t sense that the two men interacted with each other but their clothed bodies were close together to keep their cocks near my face.
I began a serious pumping action with the older man and he held my head in place to show his dominance which may have been more important for him than the sensuous pleasure I was giving his cock.
He wanted to control me and do with me as he pleased. Therein was his desire and pleasure. He still didn’t get hard but it was a nice cock to feel in my mouth and I was happy to surrender myself to his dominance.
I returned to the thicker man and knew that he was not going to be able to hold out for long. I decided not to tease him but to go full bore and take his cum. I opened my mouth wide and pumped all the way down and back out a dozen times in quick succession.
Each time he began to quiver until he gave in and let go a huge shot of sperm that overwhelmed my mouth and I had to back off to swallow so that I wouldn’t choke in the dark intimate space.
“Oh, Oh, merci,” he offered in relief and happiness as he backed away. I knew that I had fully nurtured his happiness that day and that he would be a better man for having gotten the relief that he sought. Maybe he would even bring some flowers home to the wife.
Was this man exploring his bisexuality just as I had done in the porn theaters of New York in my forties? Was he trying to figure out that his life had changed and he had to catch up? Or was he just another man who had determined that a warm mouth is a warm mouth and in the dim light of the adult bookstore it didn’t matter much who swallowed his load. Release was necessary.
Perhaps he envisioned me as his fantasy whore wife on her knees in the dark with other men breathing heavily and watching, stroking their cocks while his whore wife took his creamy load. He might still see himself as completely straight.
The huge load of sperm and sucking on two big cocks had taken their toll on my energy level and I knew that it would take a lot to make the older man orgasm so I chose to stand up and get cleaned.
I could tell that the older man was disappointed, but it was not to be helped. I went to the wash area and cleaned my face and washed down some sperm with the remains of my beer which was not at all cold anymore.
I relaxed to regain my energy because I had come here for my orgasm as well. When I felt rejuvenated, I returned to that same large booth area and pressed my back against the back wall while unzipping my jeans. I took out my cock and began stroking. The old man came by but he was not interested in providing me with any pleasure so he passed on by.
A twenty something dark skinned African man came over. I had noted this thin youth earlier interacting with another man and thought that he was of interest. He seemed very shy though and was hesitant to make full contact. I undid the buttons on my shirt and exposed my smooth chest and sensitive nipples.
He pressed his young smooth hand against my chest and began to slowly rotate one nipple providing a gentle massage. Soon he began to apply more pressure and my cock responded appropriately.
He began to twist the nipple and noted that it got firmer when he did so. He also noted my breathing change and an “mmmm,” sound emanating from my chest. He used his other hand and did the same thing to the other equally sensitive nipple and I was getting very aroused. I was stroking my cock and he encouraged me to continue. He only briefly touched my cock to verify its firmness which was now significant.
He became more aggressive and really squeezed both nipples hard, twisting them firmly. He used a good amount of pressure and I was getting close to an orgasm. “Oui, Oui,” he encouraged me and I shot a big load into my hand.
My body quivered as he continued to pull on my nipples until he felt that I had emptied my balls. He then reached down with one hand and took some of my load and licked it into his mouth like an amuse bouche. He backed off and I thanked him for the hot release.
I was now as relaxed as my working man, but had no partner to go home to. Perhaps he had no more guilt than I had for our furtive experience in the recesses of the gay bar. As I walked back to my Paris apartment, I viewed the dusky city with a new hue from a fine dark gay experience tasting of beer and cum.