Northwest
Indiana—November, 2017
I was winding up my time in
Indiana. I managed to sneak away from
work and have a final afternoon bookstore session. I went to the closest one, as I was pressed
for time. It was busy…
The
parking lot is quite full. I pay my
admission. No one is in the cinema. I cross the store and head into the
arcade. All the doors are locked and
occupied with at least one person—except for my favorite. I go in.
There is an eye plastered to the glory hole. He watches me drop some tokens. His eye is unblinking as I undo my belt,
unbutton my fly and haul out my hardening cock.
I sit and find a better channel of porn.
I look back at the hole. The eye
is gone. I’m sure his finger will be
beckoning me to stick my dick into it at any moment.
Nope—a
short, fat dick pushes through the hole.
I fall to me knees and go to town.
He groans as my tongue works his piss slit but he pulls it out of my
mouth before he shoots. “Come over
here,” he hisses through the plywood partition.
I far prefer to suck cock in person, so I shove my dick into my jeans
and go over. The door is unlocked. I have no idea about the type of man who is
waiting for me—other than he has a thick, meaty cock. I find a daddy—maybe 10 years older than
myself sitting and watching his monitor.
He is dapperly dressed, wearing clothes far too good for this
venue. He sits with his feet wide apart
to make sure that the suit pants never touch the discolored, sticky
linoleum. He smiles at me. I smirk and kneel in my old clothes, now happy
to be able to take him to the root.
Moments
after I’ve resumed sucking him, he taps my shoulder. I pull off him, and look up into his fading
tanned, lined face. “Suck that one. Let me watch you.”
From
the booth I vacated, a really thin dick is sticking through. I turn, lean across my Daddy’s leg and take
the new cock into my mouth. “Suck him,”
the man I’m taking instruction from whispers.
“You’re such a good cock sucker—make him cum.”
I
re-double my efforts on the man in the gloryhole. I’m rewarded with a load and loud groans as
he shoots.
“Don’t
swallow it all,” my daddy of the moment tells me. I pull off the softening cock in the hole. I turn to daddy—still kneeling between his
legs. I’ve not swallowed anything but
the first spurt that was so deep I couldn’t help it. “Now show me.
Open your mouth.” I do. Wide.
But making sure not to dribble any. “You’re a filth boy,” he whispers,
bending and touching my dick. Is he
going to kiss me? “Stand up,” he tells me. I do.
My cock is at his face level. “Now
swallow a little at a time while I suck your dick. Tell me when it’s all gone.”
I
let him blow me. Every once in while I
swallow some of the man scum in my mouth.
My own saliva is working over time, making a ton of liquid on my tongue. He sucks me quite nicely. He can hear me swallow—and he touches his
dick, giving it a slight jerking, every time I do it. Finally I tell him my mouth is empty.
“Suck
my dick and fill it up again.”
I
kneel and instantly he blows an even bigger load in my mouth. Instantly, he’s all about getting out—no more
instructions. I stay in the booth after
he leaves. Swallowing a little at a time
as I stroke.
*****
My
third dick is in the cinema, against the back wall. A nice sized dick on a man my age with a
shaved head who is dressed in hunting gear.
But he’s taking forever. He loves
it. His dick is drooling. But he can’t cum. I finally wet my finger and stick it in his
ass. Bingo. He groans.
He fucks my mouth, impaling himself on my third finger on the back
stroke. He cums noisily.
I
notice a man has been watching. “Follow
me.” He leads me across the lobby to a
booth. He turns his back to the glory
hole and drops his pants. I drop to my
knees. He chooses some lesbian
porn. His dick is much, much smaller
than any I’ve had today. And it’s not
getting hard. No matter what oral tricks
I try. I’m about to make my excuses and
leave when he says. “Use your finger
like you did on him.”
I
touch his ass. He’s even pre-lubed. I slide in.
He hardens. I pump my finger into
his butt twice. He grabs my ears and
begins a face fuck. Three, maybe five
strokes and it’s all over. He pulls out
of my mouth and turns away to do himself up, not saying a word.
I
get up and leave. I tour the parade of
doors—some open, some closed. I go into
the cinema. No one. Wait I’m wrong. There’s a man standing in the farthest,
darkest corner. I stand against the back
wall. I pull out my dick.
I
hear his intake of breath. Then: “I saw what you did.”
I
turn to look at him. I can’t make out
much in the gloom.
“I’d
like to be sucked like that…”
I
kneel. I’m at that point I don’t care
who the speaker is…
I
jerk. I hear him undo his zipper. He advances, cock first…”Suck me!”
To Be Continued…”The Man in the
Dark”
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