Leaning On the Wall

Northwest Indiana—October, 2017

I went to a different bookstore the next afternoon.  I have visited (and had fun) there any number of times, but not as much in recent years.  It is the biggest in the area.  There is an arcade that I am not very fond of—there is far too much time spent walking a two room circuit of booths.  There are no gloryholes here at all, you leave your door unlocked if you’re looking.  It used to be busy, but this is the arcade that Ryan was referring to when he said the crowd had moved to where we’d met Miguel.  There is also a vast sex toy shop and a cinema room that I hadn’t been to in years.  I wanted a change, so I decided to try the cinema.  At least I could sit and watch porn if there was no action. 

The very hot attendant buzzes me in.  I am not used to good looking college men working a porn store counter.  The cinema is very dark.  I feel my way down a cinder block corridor.  It opens to a big room.  There are two long rows of theatre style seating—with a number of the seats broken or no longer attached to the upright backs.  Behind the seating, on either side of the middle aisle, is that ubiquitous low wall.  On each side there is an area to stand, lean and play.  One side is very large.  The other is quite small.  The porn is shown on a huge flatscreen TV and is hot.  (It is all about husbands allowing their wives to get fucked by others, occasionally helping though usually not.)  I am pretty sure I am alone in the room.  I stand by the low wall (on the big side), my eyes getting used to the dark.

I’m wrong.  There is a man in the far corner.  I hear him jerking before I see him.  Just the sound of him working a juicy cock make me hard.  I unbutton.  I jerk mine.  He begins moving along the wall.  A step towards me.  Pause.  Another step.  Slowly.  Inexorably.  A step at a time.  Suddenly an incredibly soft hand is on my cock.  He holds it.  Barely stroking.  My displaced right hand reaches out and finds his—thick, hard and with a generous foreskin.  I jerk him lightly, moving the skin over his cockhead.  He just holds on to me.

I continue stroking.  I want him to suck me—or at least jerk it.  I make a decision to break the stalemate.  I fall to my knees and take him in my mouth.  I hear him gasp, but he doesn’t move away.  At that moment, the door buzzes to admit others.  Instantly the man begins spewing a very small, but very creamy load in my mouth.  He pulls out and retreats to the darkest corner before the new men arrive.

There are two new arrivals.  They go to the small play area when they see me.  Either my eyes are getting used to the dark or the small area has more light.  The guys are my age.  One has a shaved head.  The other is short and heavier.  The latter is instantly on his knees and undoing the pants of the man with the shaved head.

The door buzzes again.  A much older man arrives.  He makes a beeline for the two men playing.  He works the nipples of the man getting sucked off.  The man I blew slips out, unseen by any of the others.  I go over—debating how to add in.  The cocksucker hasn’t just opened the other’s fly, he has pulled the man’s pants down to his ankles.  I know what I can do—I kneel behind the man being blown and stick my tongue in his ass.

The effect is electric.  He reaches for my head, blindly, and holds me in place.

“He’s eating his ass!”  the older man reports to the cocksucker.  The bald guy is in heaven—being serviced by three guys.  He stands stock still and lets our fingers, tongues and mouths work him over.

The bald guy is now thrusting into the cocksucker’s mouth—impaling himself on my tongue on the backstroke.  Maybe the cocksucker doesn’t like to be facefucked or maybe he’s just tired, but he pulls away from the man.  Baldie turns and shoves his cock into my mouth.  In three thrusts he explodes—a massive, pent up load.  I swallow gratefully. 

I offer my dick to the cocksucker, but he has no interest in me.  Is he pissed I got the load?  I go sit and watch the movie.  The other three leave, moments after they pull themselves together.

*****

It’s a long time until anyone else shows up.  The door sounds and a big cub wanders in.  He stops dead when he sees my dick.  He is anywhere between 28 and 38, Latino and large enough that it is an effort for him to get to his knees.  But he does.  Right next to me.  “Please.  May I suck it?”

Finally.  I nod and spread my legs.  He moves between them and takes me to the root on the first stroke.  His mouth is perfect.  Great suction on every descent.  And tongue action that reminds me of how I suck dick.  There are copious amounts of his saliva dripping onto my balls.  He becomes of aware of just how wet they are and lovingly licks them clean.   He grunts his appreciation of how wet and hairy they have become.  He inhales deeply—getting my full scent.   Then it’s back to his exquisite cocksucking.

Someone comes in.  The Cub is thrilled I don’t pull away.  He shows off for the new man, showing how effortlessly he can take big dick down his throat.  He nuzzles my balls again as the man watches.  I kind of hope the new guy will stick his dick in my mouth…but he does nothing but watch.  My cocksucker is now under my balls and going for my hole.  I let him, hunkering down in the seat.  He revels in rimming me every bit as much as sucking my dick.

Our watcher leaves—never even sitting down.

The Cub goes back to my dick.  He seems to be tireless.  Finally he rocks back on his heels.  “Don’t you ever cum?” 

I tell him I love getting good head—but rarely shoot this way.  We agree on a break.  He goes (I assume) to the arcade and I sit to watch the film.

I discover there is a restroom in a back corner.  I use it.  When I come out, there is a man who looks like he just came in from the fields.  His face is weathered and his boots are muddy.  His overalls are showing a large bulge.  I stand next to him.  I take my cock out.  He unbuttons his fly.  It’s not as big—once it’s out in the open, but it’s still a nice piece of meat.  He strokes along with me.

Then those words that never grow old:  “Would you help a guy out?”

I nod.

“You suck?  Well take it…”

I get on my knees and suck him.  He grunts and groans and tells me he likes it slow.  And proceeds to piston fuck my mouth.

The door opens.  The Cub walks in.  He watches me.  Is he surprised?  I can’t tell.

The farmer is now letting me set the pace.  I hear the door.  I can’t see who enters.  My farmer is in the throes of climax.  He grunts, loudly this time, telling me to “Take it!” and unloads in my mouth.  He pulls out of me the moment he realizes he’s being watched.

I see the new arrival.  A man in grey sweats.  He’s my age, Black, seemingly built—from what you can judge by the sweats—with a close cropped head of hair.  He walks right over to me, where I am still on my knees and with the remnants of a mouthful of cum.  He pulls the sweats down and his cock springs free.  He’s wearing no underwear or jock.  His cock is a beauty—a black version of mine:  thick, perfectly straight, meaty and with a pronounced mushroom head.

“That man cum in your mouth?”

“Yeah.”

“Suck me, pig”

I go to work.  I do my damnedest to get him off.  And while he grunts as if he’s enjoying the workout I’m giving his dick, he’s losing hardness.  He’s not soft by any stretch—but I am surprised he’s less hard now than when we started.

Finally he pulls out.  I tell him there is a great cocksucker sitting in the front row.  My mouth needs a break—though I am disappointed. 

I go outside and return a phone call.  I think about leaving, but go back in.

I find the guy in sweats bent over, holding on to the low wall—his bare ass arching out.  He has the Cub under him, sucking his big dick like a man possessed.  Once again I size up the situation.  I slip behind the man and begin running my tongue down the hairy crack of his equally magnificent bubble butt.

“Lick my hole, fucker.  Yeah…eat me out.”  He whispering…but in a stage whisper, hushed and intense.  I lick and drill into his butt.  His ass is sweet.  And sweaty.  I hear the Cub slobbering on his big dick.  I stand up.  My cock brushes the length of his crack.  The man in the sweats reaches back, grabs my cock and pulls me into his ass. 

“Fuck, YES!” he grunts.

Now I know what he needed before.  I begin a blistering fuck.  Fast and hard.  No finesse.  All about getting us off.

In moments the man is cumming in the Cub’s mouth.  His ass squeezes my dick with each spurt.  And I’m cumming.  Filling him with my own big load.  I fuck it into him as deeply as I can.  He grinds back on me.  He wants every drop.  I stop and marinate in his ass as the Cub shakily stands up.  He looks at me imbedded in the hot ass, gives me a thumbs up and goes back to the arcade.

I slip down to my knees and begin massaging the hole I’ve fucked with my tongue.

“Fuck, yeah.” he mumbles.  He grinds his ass back onto me.  “You’re a filthy fucker.”  He squeezes out a pearl of cum into my mouth.  “Just leave me some to take home…”