“I Love Sucking Big White Dick.”

Northwest Indiana—October, 2017

I think I took a day off after the explosive fucks with the two Miguels.  But I was back at it on my next afternoon off.  I decided to change venues.  I traveled to the largest of the porn theatres—the one with two long rows of seats and the low walls to lean on as you stood waiting for sex…

It’s so dark after the light of the lobby.  I am using the low wall to guide myself into the larger standing area.  I can see the back of only one man’s head sitting in the theatre seating.  I move along the divider to get center.  I stop.  I’ve just bumped into a kneeling man.  His hands are on my hips.  His face is pressed into my crotch.  In the light from over the wall, I can only see he has silver hair.  I let him undo my pants.  My cock doesn’t care who is down there, it wants to be made wet.  The man pulls my ripped underwear down and my cock slaps him in the face.  He swallows me down to the root.  Groaning his pleasure around my thick shaft.  The man in the audience turns to me—I get the idea that he had no notion there was a cocksucker back here in the shadows.  I let the kneeling man go to work.

Now I hold the silver Daddy’s head still.  I fuck his face with slow, rhythmic strokes.  I can hear him jerking his cock.  I let go.  He grunts and returns to his own cocksucking routine:  lots of attention to the head with an occasional deep throat.

He is slowing down.  I am sure he thinks I will be like so many of the men who haunt these places and explode at the mere idea of a man’s mouth on my dick.  He finally stops and I help him to his feet.  In the light from the movie I see he’s a very handsome man.  He leans in and whispers—“I want your cum.”

I shrug.  I reach down and feel a thick, dripping dick.  I kneel and take him in my mouth.  He’s surprised and pleased.  And rapidly fires a thick ropy load down my throat.  He pulls away from me—he can’t stand me cleaning him up.  He re-adjusts his clothing and goes back to the office.  With my cock still dangling out of my pants, I go find a seat.  I sit on the aisle in the front row—giving the man in the second row a good view of my dick.

He proceeds to watch the movie, ignoring me.  I watch and stroke.  It’s a pretty good porn—straight, but with a slightly kinky edge to it.  Which is good—for no one else is around for a good half hour.

The door buzzes open.  A man, obviously on a late lunch hour, walks in.   He’s dressed in suit pants, with a crisply starched dress shirt and tie.  And he’s gorgeous:  early 30’s, ebony skin with movie star features.  His hair is cropped close to his scalp.  He looks like he should be helping me open a new checking account not eyeing my fully aroused cock.

He comes right over to me.  “You should let me suck you.”

“Sure.”

He opens his pants and lets them fall to his ankles, so he won’t kneel on the expensive material.  For a moment, I notice his Andrew Christian briefs are very full before he kneels on the sticky concrete and begins giving me head.  He has to work a little at first not to scrape my cock head with his teeth, but he learns.  I love watching my cock disappear into his handsome face.

The man in the row behind us watches.  His zipped up jeans don’t even plump.

This young man is really enjoying himself.  He sucks, he nibbles, he goes for my balls without being asked.  I hope I will be able to give him the load for which he is obviously working so hard.  Only once does he grope himself.  It’s all about servicing me.

He pulls off me.  And spits to one side.  Damn.  I knew he couldn’t be perfect.  And frankly my potential orgasm recedes a little.  He stands.  His briefs have swollen very nicely.  The man in the back gets up and leaves.

“Thanks,” I tell my sucker.

“I love sucking big White dick.”

“Great.”

“What would make you cum?”

“Show me your ass.”  It is as perfectly shaped as the rest of him.

“I’m not prepared for fucking—and I don’t do that here.”

“I just want to see it.”  I stand up.

He leans, supporting himself with his arms on the seat backs, jutting his ass out.  “Pull them down.  Slowly.”

I do.  It’s a glorious bubble butt.  Tight, curly hairs cover both globes and form a tangled mass in his ass crack.  I lean in thinking I might at least run my tongue down it.  But, nope, he’s right—he’s not prepared even for that.  But the look of his ass is glorious.  He straightens up and turns around.  He pulls down his briefs.  A long, thin cock cut bounces in front me.

“Do you want me to suck you?”  I don’t give him time to answer.  I swallow his thinner cock to the hilt—until my nose is deep in a forest of tightly curled pubes.

“Damn you suck good for an old guy.”

I pause for a moment, let that sink in and continue.  It’s his turn now to hold onto my head and fuck my face.  His cock is the longest I’ve had this trip—it hits places no one has touched in a long time.

I pull off him.

“Don’t stop.  I’ll tell you when I’m going to cum.”

“You don’t have to—I swallow.”  I take him back in my mouth.  They are magic words.  He pumps out a big, creamy load.  I swallow willingly.  I jerk while I do it—hoping this might be the trigger, but no.  He lets me clean him up.

As he is pulling the expensive suit pants back up he asks “Are you homeless?”

I look at him.  It’s true that I don’t wear nice clothes for cruising bookstores.  I’m in old army fatigues and the underwear is ripped—and saved for adventures like this, not everyday use.  I tell him no, I’m not.

“Are you sure?  I’ve seen you around town.”

I tell him that is unlikely.

“Under the bridge.”

“I don’t even know where that is.”

“Do you smoke?”  he asks.

“No.”

“I don’t mean cigarettes.  I mean meth.”

“No, I don’t even play with men who I know do it.”

“Well, you have that ring on your dick to stay hard.”

I tell him I wear a cockring to keep my balls in place.  And I like the feel.

He remains unconvinced.  “You going to get off?”

“Maybe later.”  Now I would frankly just like him to go.

“I bet you can’t get off for the drugs.”

I just shut up.

“I know I’ve seen you down by the bridge…” he tells me once more as he goes out the door.

I sigh.  So nice at first…and now so odd…

*****

There is no one else.  I am still there for another 30 minutes.  Alone.

And back he comes.  He unzips, sticks his dick in my mouth and tells me to beat off until I shoot. 

It works. 

He tells me it was a big load…before he begins lecturing me on HIV. 

And getting my number in his phone.