Bookstore Facial

Near Home—March, 2018

I took some time off from sex after my return from Toronto.  I didn’t really want any—I came home entirely sated.  That feeling lasted about five days.  By Saturday afternoon, a week after Fukd, I was ready for more.  I wanted to keep it simple.  I went to the bookstore.

I’m in the gay theatre.  There are four of us.  I’m stroking my dick.  One other older man has his rather plumped, but not hard, cock out.  I know I’ve fucked him in the past.  The other two men are unknown to me.  They watch the two of us far more than they watch the movie on the screen. 

The door opens.  It’s a man who loves my oral technique.  He hangs by the door, letting his eyes adjust to the gloom.  He catches sight of me.  He kneads his crotch blatantly.  I give a barely perceptible nod.  He strides over to me, pulling his thick cock out of his cargo pants.  He stands beside my chair and shoves his dick into my mouth.  I take him to the root on the first stroke.

This galvanizes the room.   Every man is stroking now.  I am letting the man in my mouth do the work.  He pumps me, groaning. 

And shoots his load in under three minutes.  It’s large and creamy.  I work my tongue over every inch and swallow it all.  He steps to the side and gets out a paper napkin to clean himself up—then realizes I haven’t left a drop of jizz on his cock, so he pops it back into his Jockeys and leaves.

The older man stands up.  His khakis fall to his ankles.  There is no underwear to get in the way.  He bends—his back arched and ass inviting.  I am rock hard now—I go over and slap my dick against his butt.  He groans.  I kneel and briefly wet his hole with my spit.  And likely some of the load that’s just been shot into my mouth.

“Just fuck me.”

I stand up.  My cock head teases his hole.  He thrusts back.  I’m impaled.  The two jacking men go into a flurry of masturbatory stroking.  I grab his hips so he doesn’t pull me all the way out.  He grunts out his pleasure in a low, constant growl.  I fuck him with a ball slapping stroke.  One of the onlookers leans in to see better. 

It sounds like the man I’m fucking is getting close to cumming.   His vocal pattern changes—it’s now a series of staccato intakes of breath.  I don’t feel his ass clenching, but I’m pretty sure he has just shot all over the floor.  I slow down and pull out.  He’s dirty.  Not horribly, but I wrap myself up and go off to wash.

*****

When I get back to the gay theatre only the two strokers are left.  They want to remain just that.  I pull out my dick and jerk to the passable porn along with them.

The door opens.  It’s the handsome Latino with the terrifically muscled arms and back.  He smiles at me.  He walks right over and hunkers down between my splayed legs.  He takes my freshly washed cock deep into his mouth.  His noises are guttural, too.  He buries his nose into my pubes and just stays there.  Eventually he comes up for air and gives me wonderful head.

“Come with me.”  He stands and tugs on my hard cock.  “Not here.”

I follow him to one of the preview booths—where we really shouldn’t be playing.  He locks the door and begins to strip.  I undo my pants and let them fall to the floor.  Naked, but for socks, he asks me sit on the padded bench.  He doesn’t go for my dripping dick.  He kneels and begins licking my balls.  He works one, then the other.  Lovingly and thoroughly.  He leaves them wet with his spit before he goes back to my dick.

We exchange places.  I take his dick into my mouth.  He’s awash with precum. I slurp on it noisily.  He strokes the soft stubble on my head.  After a while I leave his cock.  I work down to his balls.  The hairy orbs are pulled tight against him.  I lick and suck on them.  I move down his perineum and start for his hole.

“I’m not prepped for fucking,” he whispers.

“But for rimming?” I ask.

He nods.  I push his legs up.  He grabs the back of knees, pulling them to his chest, and I start licking down his ass crack.

“Oohhhhh…” he moans.

I work all around his hole, lick the hairy crack.  I kiss and lick the hairy cheeks on either side.  Finally my tongue touches his fuckhole.  He moans again and begins to whimper.  I tease it, licking lightly.  He pulls his knees tighter to his chest.  I lick around the tight pucker.  I so want to fuck him—but I know I won’t.  My tongue moves up and down his furry crack, but always back to his now relaxed hole.  I continue eating him hungrily until he has to let go of his legs and get up.

We change again.  He kneels, but I stay standing.  I want to fuck his face if I can’t have his ass.  He ovals and lets me beat my wet cock on his cheek and then on his extended tongue.  I push into his mouth.  I hold onto his ears and fuck his mouth and throat.  Twice I gag him with it.  I let him recover and plow right back in.  I draw up some of his deep throat saliva.  My cock smears it down his cheek—and it turns him on.  He pumps his dick furiously in response to my doing it.

So I do it again.

Once more. 

And again.

His face is a mess.  I lean down and whisper in his ear—“You like that don’t you, cocksucker.”

He nods and beats himself harder.  “Cum on my face.  I want to feel it.”

I fuck his mouth a little harder.  I pull out and jerk, letting him lick my balls again.  His wet face feels slick against them.  Once the balls are wet once more, he lifts them and licks down to my taint.  His tongue lashes out once—hitting my hole.  A first with him.  I let him go back to my nuts and then turn around.  I bend slightly.  I reach back and pull his spit slick face into my sweaty ass.  He goes crazy.  He is grunting and licking and prodding my tight pucker.

I jerk.  If I can’t fuck him, this is the next best thing.  His hands pull my cheeks apart.  He goes deep inside me.  I let out a grunt, spin around and fire into his open mouth.  The next shot hits his forehead.  The third his cheek.  He suckles the rest out of my cock—though it’s almost too much for me to stand.

I pull out of his mouth—every nerve on overload.  He rocks back on his heels with a self-satisfied look.  I dig out a napkin and move to wipe his face.

 “I want to keep the smell of you on me for awhile.”  He inhales deeply.  The aroma of man sex fills the tiny cubicle.  “And don’t ever shave your beard—it feels so good on my ass.”

Instead of wiping him down I bend and kiss his cummy, wet face…

*****

When I get home I find dried cum on my forehead.