On the Road Home: “My Mouth Is Better Than Your Hand.”

Lansing—January, 2018

After my marathon of fucking in Toronto, loyal readers can’t be surprised to learn. that I felt overdue in sucking some cock.  As I was driving home, I realize I was all but passing the place that is sort of a bookstore and bathhouse combined.  I had stopped there during the last Canadian return trip and had had some real luck.  I stopped to see what trouble I could get into…

I am still not used to its new, bigger size.  There are changing rooms.  The sling finally has its own enclosed space.  There are private rooms.  There is a very large area full of old couches for viewing straight films.  There are still curtained rooms with glory holes and the slurp ramp in the middle of what is now the secondary room.

I sit in the much smaller bi-sexual video room—stroking.  I am instantly cruised by a late 30-ish guy in a 1960’s fedora.  He beckons me to follow him.  He leads me to the corner where the sling is hung.  He is on his knees by the time I enter the enclosure.   I walk up to him and unbutton the top button of my Levis.  My hardon falls out of my pants and smacks him in the face with a nice meaty wallop.  He grins and begins to give me excellent head.  It’s hot to see him take ¾’s of my cock down his throat with ease.  He has to work hard for the last inches—but he makes it.  He comes up panting and triumphant. 

My response is to toss his hat on the chair beside us, grab the back of his head and make him do it again.  He loves that, too.  I give him a moment to catch his breath, than make him deep throat me a third time.  He goes back to sucking at his own tempo.  I pull him onto me once again after about 5 minutes of his excellent cock slurping.  He comes up for air and asks for a moment.  He replaces his hat on his head and sits to the side—masturbating.

A bespectacled college kid has followed us in.  I sit on the chair.  The college kid looks at my dick swaying between my legs, but makes no move for it.  Instead he gets out his rather average cock and strokes it.

“My mouth is better than your hand.”

For a moment I think that will make him bolt, but instead he steps forward and lets me suck his dick.  I have a huge young man’s load down my throat in no time.  He brusquely thanks me and leaves.  I turn to Hat Man, wanting to stick my dick back in his mouth.

“Give me what you did for him…” he whispers. 

I stay on my knees and knee walk over to him.  I start sucking him seated—then he stands so he can fuck my face.  My free hand finds his ass crack.  One—two—then three fingers slide easily into his asshole.  The entry and stretch of the third finger makes him fire down my throat.  Nothing like the college kid in volume, but a much sweeter load of cum.

From that moment I can’t put a foot wrong.  The bookstore jungle drums have started— there is a shameless load drinking cum whore here.

A handsome 40-ish bear collars me as I exit the sling enclosure.  He has me suck him right in front of everyone in the straight section.

A man in a suit—the kind made with that thin fabric where you can see his muscles underneath it—emerges from a glory hole booth.  He looks at me and has me suck his ebony dick in front of the man who had to have just been servicing him through the gloryhole.

A self professed straight man lying on the couch jerking to straight porn asks to try a man’s mouth on his cock.  It’s the smallest cock so far…but it responds to my tongue.  He gives me a load the moment my left hand caresses his hairy balls as I deep throat him.

A Latino in sweats pulls down his waistband and shoves his uncut cock into my mouth.  At first we’re alone—but once there is a witness—he cums down my throat, in such intense convulsions that it is almost scary.

*****

Things calm down.  I need a long slug of my water and some stroking time.

Finally I cruise the gloryholes.  There are men around—I hear them.  I kneel and look through a hole.  But no one is in the next booth.  The curtains open and a rather stocky college kid sees me there.  My hands go for his fly.  He lets me unzip him and I get his nice thick dick  into my mouth.  But I can tell the roles need to be reversed.  And that’s just fine…

I stand up.  “Suck this big dick.”

He eagerly licks the precum off my cock head—then takes me to the root.  He’s had a lot of practice for one so young.  He’s giving me excellent head. 

“Do my balls.”

The boy slobbers noisily on them.  There is a man in the booth on the other side.  He sticks his cock through the hole.  I push the boy off me and towards it.  “Suck him.  I want to see you take his dick.”

He crawls on the dirty floor to suck the unknown man offering his cock through the hole.  My hand is busy working under the cocksucker’s underwear.  I find his hole with my middle finger.  He jerks as if my finger was electric.  But he nods his head for me to continue.  I do for a moment---than stand back up and pull his head back to my dripping dick.  He services me now with devotional grunts.  He’s getting just what he needs.

The curtains part.   A man, cock out, walks into our booth.  Is it the man he was sucking through the gloryhole?  I don’t really care.  I pull the boy off me and push him down on the new man.  He groans and does what I want—loving the fact that I am making his choices for him.  I hold him all the way down on the guy’s average dick.

And he gets a load.  I watch the man’s face contort in pleasure.  The boy is hungry.  “Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out.  I kneel by the boy and guide his mouth off the spent man.  “Kiss me.”

He does.  No hesitation.  And he shares the load.  We snow ball it back and forth and back again. 

And I’m there.  I stand up and feed him my cock.  I shudder out an intense orgasm.  He takes every drop.  And he doesn’t swallow.  He saves it in his mouth for me.  I kneel back down bedside him and touch his throat tenderly.  “Swallow it,” I whisper “You deserve it.”  He does—and his cum sprays over the floor in front of him.