Emptied

Northwest Indiana—October, 2017

The next morning, I had a sort of waking daydream of our using of Miguel.  When I was fully awake, I realized I had an incredibly hard cock.  My fingers gripped it, but I gave it no more than a couple of tugs—for I had the evening off and I hoped to use it better advantage.

I thought about going to one of the other two bookstores—but I couldn’t help but be drawn back to where I’d had such fun the day before.  So off I went.  The parking lot had only two cars and a semi cab parked in it.  I almost left, but I parked and went in…

I am totally alone in the Cinema.  There seems to be no evening crowd here.  We did Miguel in the late afternoon.  The men stopping by after work are the lifeblood of this place.  Tonight, on my first survey of the entire store, I had seen a few locked doors in the arcade—but no one moving about. 

The porn in here is decent.  I choose to sit in one place and let people find me.

A man arrives.  Takes a look at the film.  At my hard cock.  Back at the film.  And leaves the room and the store.

I do myself up and tour the arcade.  There are three men—an older man, a young daddy type and a man with a scraggily goatee who looks like a biker/trucker type.  They are all milling and no longer behind closed doors.  No eye contact.  I go back to the Cinema and sit on the ledge in front of the wall.

The bell sounds, announcing that someone has come into the shop.  A new man, very much my age, but weighing a good deal more, comes through the curtain into the room.  He goes to the area behind the low wall.  I hear his zipper descend.  I wait a moment.  I get up and go lean on the wall.  I make sure he sees my fully engorged dick.  He’s not my prime choice for a cocksucker—but I hope for some expertise from years of practice. 

Silence.  We watch the film.  Stroking.

Finally he breaks the silence.  “You a cocksucker?” 

I think for a moment.  Considering.  Finally, I nod. 

And kneel.

I take his rather short dick in my mouth.  I can feel there is more of it buried in the fat.  My tongue goes into action.

He grunts.  And pulls it out of my mouth.  “Lick my balls.”

I do.  They are huge and hairy.  I concentrate on them.   Licking each orb.  Watching them move in the sac.  Seeing them tighten.  Listening to the man’s breathing accelerate.

I hear the curtain open, but my back is to it so I don’t know who just came in.

“Open your mouth,” the man grunts.  He keeps jerking and shoots two spurts onto my tongue and one on my beard.  He won’t let me clean his cock.  He shoves it, wet, into his not very white underwear and pushes by me.  I start to get up.

“Stay there,” says a new voice.

I go back to my knees, but turn so I am now facing the door and the speaker.  It’s the older man from the arcade. 

“Looks like you like cock.  And don’t care who gives it you.”  He has unzipped.  He is stroking a very respectable seven incher.  He walks over to me.  “Glad you don’t spit.”  He slaps his cock head on my chin.  “Now suck me.” 

I open and take him to the root—showing off a little.

He grunts in pleasure.  “Yeah.  That’s it.”  He holds me by the ears and fucks my face for a moment. “Take it.”  He pumps some more and lets go.

I go back to constant tongue action on his head.  My right hand is rubbing his balls.  And just behind them.

The curtain opens.  Scraggily Goatee comes in.  He stands over to the side watching us, playing with his cock through his jeans.

I hold onto the older man’s cock and lick his balls.  He loves this.  Especially as I move lower and get to his perineum.  I go back to sucking, but my middle finger trails through the spittle I’ve left behind.  Wet, it begins toying with his tight pucker.

The man’s breathing becomes faster. “Yeah, do it.”

The curtain opens again.  It’s the young daddy type.  He stands next to Scraggily Goatee.  Young Daddy is not shy about opening his fly and stroking to the scene in front of him. 

My finger enters the man’s ass.  “Fuuuuuuck!” he grates out.  “Fuck, yeah.”  He begins shooting into my mouth.  My finger finds his prostate—he can’t stop shooting.  It’s a huge load.

I finally remove the finger.  He’s literally shaking.  He lets me clean his cock.  Every drop.  He rummages in his pocket for  a piece of the paper towel, but realizes that with my mouth he has no need for it.  He shoves it back in his pocket, gingerly lifts his package into his Hugo Boss underwear, and zips up.

“He’s great,” he says vaguely in the direction of the other two men, and leaves, emptied.

I don’t move.  Other then lick the corner of my mouth where there is some stray cum.  The two men look at each other.  Scraggily Beard gestures for Young Daddy to go for it.  YD comes eagerly into the back area.  His cock is over 6 inches and slender.  He stands in front of me.  I move slightly forward to take him to the hilt.

“Oh, yeah…” he croons softly.  “I love how men suck dick.”  He reaches out and runs his hand over my cropped hair.  “Guys who love cock suck the best.”  Then he shuts up and lets me go to work.  My tongue is incredibly active as it has more room to work.

In no time he clutches the back of my head and holds me in place.  He empties the load into my mouth.  Not large, but not small.  Rather sweet—his wife is making sure he eats a well balanced diet.  He zips up, nods to me and leaves.

Scraggily Goatee steps forward.  “You must be good.”  Now that no one else is around, he unzips.  I don’t know why he’s shy.  He has a beautiful, uncut cock, thick, veiny and meaty.  He skins the thin foreskin back before he sticks in my mouth.  He is slightly salty and sweaty which makes my cock drip.  I suck him to the root, my nose going into his thick pubes.  My tongue begins an assault on his foreskin.

He takes charge.  He pulls out of my mouth.  He slaps my cheek with his wet dick and pushes it back in my mouth.  I suck.  He holds me by my ears and fucks my face.  I suck.  He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me off his dick and tilts my head back.

“Open your damn mouth.”   He spits in it and pushes me back on his dick.

I suck.  I have him panting.  He is getting close.

“You get fucked?”

I say ‘no’ with his dick still in my mouth, which makes it barely sound like the word.  I have finally worked my tongue under his foreskin.  It’s his trigger.  Within seconds he is spewing his jizz into my mouth.  I savor and swallow.

He rubs the back of my head as a thank you—all polite now, after the orgasm.  I get to clean his cock too—but he won’t let me get back under the foreskin.  He zips up and leaves for the semi cab in the parking lot. 

I stay on my knees for a long moment.  My cock is rampant.  I want a hole.  I don’t care if it’s a mouth or an ass.  I get up, slowly, using the wall.  I button up my pants.  They tent obscenely—but I am covered enough to get over to the arcade.  No one.  I’m the only man in the place.  I have emptied it—after they have emptied their balls--and cum in my mouth.

The thought makes me smile.  I wait for a few minutes, but I am pretty sure there will be no other customers tonight.  I go home.  Blueballed, but happy.