Cum Hound

Near Home--January 2012

The New Year’s Eve party was so good that I did nothing--nor wanted to--for the next two days. Sometimes good sex makes me crave it that much more, but that group had been so satisfying that I really didn‘t feel like doing anything else. Well, not until I was writing up the last little bit about getting off--and suddenly I was ready for some action. On Wednesday, a particularly nasty (in a good way) sub was coming to the house. He loves to take loads. I love to fuck in them, not to mention felch them. I’d looked into having someone else breed him, but the man who I particularly wanted to breed this boy was unavailable that day. But I knew the boy would want more cum in his ass, so on Tuesday I set out to rectify that situation…
　

The metallic buzz of the door sounds. I push forward and walk into the theatre section of the closest (and busiest) adult bookstore. As always, its pitch black after the light of the shop. I stand stock still inside the doorway, allowing it to snap shut behind me. I try to focus my eyes. There seems to be no one behind me. I step back and soon am leaning against the back wall, not having stepped on any cocksuckers. There seem to about five guys in the seats. I can see nothing more than shadowy backs of heads. There is also a tall, beefy African American lounging against the side wall.

As my eyes adjust I can see a little more. In the cocksucker seat (the aisle seat in the back row) sits a man I recognize from the rest area. He will be looking for any and every man who walks through the door. The usual mix of married men in their late 40’s or early 50’s are scattered around the room--careful not to be too close to anyone else. A young man is in the second row, is nervously glancing around at the others--trying not to look like he‘s scoping out the guy to his left who I assume must be stroking. When the Black man notices the young one looking, he unzips and pulls out his meat.

I step in a little. And pull out my hardening cock. On one of his turns, the young guy sees both our dicks and hunkers down in his seat and makes no more eye contact with anyone. The guy in the cocksucker seat start making those annoying licking of his lips sounds. Something that turns me off really fast. Oh, and he’s whispering now. “Give me your juice. Come on, man, put that in my mouth.” This goes on for several minutes. Finally the Black man walks five steps over to him and shuts him up by sticking a nice sized dick in his annoying mouth.

There is a general movement by all in the theatre. The young guy crouches down even more. Several guys turn to watch. A guy in the front row, only partially puts his cock away, and makes for the back wall. I step back and join him there. He’s beefy, looks older than me, but is likely younger. His cock is stubby and short. He reaches for mine and strokes it, murmuring his appreciation. I don’t waste time. I’m on my knees and take his cock fully in my mouth. He grunts in surprise. And lasts about two minutes at the most. One too many swirls of my tongue over his head and he explodes. While he digs for a handkerchief, I turn away from him and fumble in my left breast pocket. I pull out the first condom, ripping open the package. And spit his load into it. I knot it and put it in the right breast pocket of my army shirt.

The man I’ve gotten off leaves. I stand. The Black guy, who’d watched me kneel, gestures for me to come to him. I do. He wants me to share the mouth of the cocksucker. I do. And immediately remember why I never let him do me at the park. He’s all sandpaper and teeth. I pull out quickly before he can do damage. The Black guy must be feeling it too. He pulls away from the cocksucker and pushes past him into the farthest end of the back row. I move down the seats of the row in front. He’s presenting his cock across the back of the seats. I am there. I kneel on the seat, holding on to the back. His cock is instantly in my mouth. It’s actually smaller around than the first. I do my tricks. He makes me work for it. He fucks my face hard. He is precumming like crazy. He shoots with a grunt that makes the cocksucker realize he is not going to get anymore--so he exits the theatre in a mild huff. The black guy leaves fast, thanking me. I hold his load in my mouth, smiling at him. As soon as he’s gone, I rip open a new package and let his massive load spill into the rubber.

Then nothing. But not for long. A few guys leave. The young guy moves into the cocksucker seat. I jump the seats and settle in the front row. We are alone, the two of us, and watch the straight porn. Then two good looking, thirty something guys come in. They are feeling themselves up the moment they lean against the far wall. One guy must recognize the young guy now in the back row. He walks over and shoves his cock in the willing mouth. I take a hit of poppers and kneel in front of the other. He unzips and pulls out a decidedly small cock--but I couldn’t care less. My man never takes his eyes off his fuck-bud/lover/boyfriend. They cum easily and almost at the same time. I can’t see if the boy is a swallower or a spitter. The guys leave together and I move to the back wall, out of the line of vision of the back row to dump the load into a third condom. I don’t tie this one, I’m running low. More guys come in. Some settle. A hot gray haired gentleman stands next to me. He instantly pulls out a long, thin uncut cock. He knows just what I want. I need no encouragement. I work his foreskin, getting my tongue under it all. I lick the exposed head. I take it to the root. I lick his balls. He is murmuring. I know he’s gonna blow. He does. Thick, ropy, and delightfully tangy. He lingers in my mouth, reluctant to pull out. I keep working, getting every drop. He strokes my bald head with a soft warm hand.

I have been so busy I don’t even notice that the young boy has someone new in his mouth. My older gentleman is still hovering around me--I can’t get rid of his load without his seeing. Finally I just turn slightly away from him and spit it on top of the other load in the untied condom. I get a quizzical look from him, but he zips up and departs.

There is a noisy cum shot. I see the boy stroking furiously as he takes the load. The guy moves down front to pull himself together. The cocksucker stands, jerking furiously. I dip down and get load number five shot into my mouth. Huge. Sweet. The boy looks surprised but pleased. I wait for them both to leave before I dump it in with the last two loads. I tie it tight. It bulges as I place it in my pocket with the others.

No one else seems to be playing. Certainly no one to take my load. I pack it away and head home. Once there I tape the condoms to an index card. I make notes on who gave them up. It’s easy to tell the three apart. The first small load from the big guy. The large load I got right after. And three loads in one. I put the card, with the condoms hanging off it, in my freezer. They look right at home on top of the bratwurst.

I was now more than ready on Wednesday to slip frozen anonymous loads up my cum hound’s chute as I told him all about the guys from who I collected them. The kicker? He cancelled. So I have mini devil’s dicks waiting for someone…