"Cover Me in Jizz"

Near Home—August, 2013

Work was still heavy at the top of August, but I found time to escape on another Friday night to the closest bookstore…

 I am in the straight theatre.  No one is here tonight—except guys who check in, see nothing happening and then go back to wandering.  The movie is average, at best, as it can’t make my cock stay hard.  It’s shaping up to be a waste of time.

But it can all change with one man.

The door buzzes.  I watch a younger man come in.  I’ve seen him around.  He watches other guys have sex and beats himself furiously, rarely letting anyone touch him.  And that’s a shame.  I find him very handsome.  I guess he’s in his late 30’s, perhaps 6 feet tall.  He seems to be in shape, but the clothes he chooses to wear disguise his physique.  He looks a little wary when he sees me.  I am sitting against the left wall.  He chooses a seat on the right wall, directly across from me.

My cock gets hard.  I look at the porn, I look at him. I stroke slowly—showing him my full length.  He looks away.  He’s now watching the porn and kneading his khaki trousers.  I look back at the porn.  I glance at him again.  His crotch has mounded nicely.  Our eyes meet.  They hold for a second.  He looks away, but he unzips.  He pulls out a bigger than average cock.  His hand flogs it, fast and tightly.

Silence.  Except for the moans from the screen and the sound of the two of us stroking.

Unexpectedly, he gets up and sits next to me.

“Will you cum on me?” he asks in a low voice.  “I want to be covered with your jizz.”

I smile at him.  “Perhaps.”  He just looks at me.  “If you will help me get off.”

He says nothing.  We both go back to looking at the screen.  But almost immediately, his hand is reaching for my cock.  He strokes me, just as hard and fast as he does himself.  It’s not what I like at all.  I touch his wrist.  The pressure on his arm slows him down.  He strokes me at a better pace.  I add spit.  It’s feeling good now.

The door buzzes.  He pulls back his hand as though my dick gave him a shock.  The new occupant is the young college guy from the other night—the one who wanted me to fuck him, but the other daddy got up him before I could get to his ass.  He sits opposite from us.  In no time he removes his t-shirt and shorts.  He beats a nice sized cock.  He grins at me.  I nod and he quickly comes over and settles between my legs.  He gives great head.  The shy man watches, stroking faster.  He opens his shirt.  He repeats his request to be jizz covered.  He kicks his pants down around his ankles. 

The college kid is getting me close.  It must be really working for him, too.  He stands up.  I think for a moment he’s going to sit on my cock, but he pulls my head forward to take his dick.  He’s shooting.  Big.  Like 20 year olds do.  I hold it in my mouth.  When he pulls out, I lean over and let it drip onto the Shy Ones chest, who moans in ecstasy.  He beats harder, but doesn’t get off.

The college guy looks at his load on the other guy, grins and gets dressed, leaving us alone.

The Shy One turns to me.  “Yours, too.”

“Then suck me.”  I say it without thinking.  I know he won’t do that. 

He looks at me. 

Then he gets on his knees.

He just looks at my cock for a long time.  He’s stopped stroking himself.  I pull my cock towards my chest, raising my balls—offering him to start there.  His tongue snakes out.  And makes contact.  He whimpers.  I sigh.  It feels great as he makes them very wet. 

I push my cock down.  I want it inside his mouth.  He looks at it for a moment, then ovals his lips.  I’m in.  He takes over half of me.  He’s not a good cocksucker.  But he is sucking wholeheartedly.

I worry about teeth, but the mind game of getting him to do it is still hot enough to keep him in place.  Eventually he tires.  He can feel I am not close at all.  He gets up and sits back in his chair.

“Why don’t I suck yours.”

He shakes his head.  Then mutters something. 

“What?”

“You could eat my ass,” he says, louder this time.

Really?  When he knows that other guy’s load was in my mouth?  I don’t wait for him to think about it.  I hunker down between his now spread legs.  I find the tight hole.  He’s clean and ready for me.  My tongue pushes in.  A loud groan erupts from his face.  He starts talking dirty—telling me what to do.  I lick and spit, pushing in the saliva. 

“Put your finger in me.”

I take direction.  My long, bony middle finger glides up his wet hole.  In moments, he points his cock at me and shoots a load all over my face—the forehead, the nose, and my left temple.

I come up for air and scramble to my feet.  I’m just in time to ass a fresh load to the one drying on his chest.