Rimjob Reversal

Near Home—September, 2018

I went home from the campground on Labor Day.  I truthfully told my host that I thought I was fucked out.  I certainly felt it as I drove home—three days of several hours a night in the woods, and just a couple of days after my time in Toronto.

My dick had other ideas.  After dinner that night, he was telling me I really needed to pay attention to him.  So I got in the car and went to the bookstore.  The parking lot was sparse, but promising…

I sit on the couch on the straight side.  A man gets up from closer to the screen and stands by the wall next to me.  I really can’t see much about him.  His cock is out and demanding attention.  I take him into my mouth.  This is good.  An oral night after all the fucking would be fun.  Two minutes later I am rewarded with a load.

And that’s the last sex of any kind I have for at least 45 minutes.  Maybe more.  Guys come in and out.  No one is interested.  I stroke, but rather half heartedly.  I should have stayed home…

The door opens.

I know him.  He may have been written about here, but we saw each other the most long before I kept the blog.  He must be in his 40’s now, but looks younger.  His skin is very dark—which makes his smile when he sees me, that much whiter.  His hair is cropped close to the scalp.  He’s dressed in shorts and a plain tee.  “Hey!” he says.

“Long time, and all that…” 

It’s been ages since I have seen him.  We used to meet at least once a month here.  Back when there was only one “theater” and it showed gay stuff just on Thursday night.  The old room had ancient movie theater seating then; the kind that fold up on themselves.  The “screen” was a huge 1990’s television encased in plexi-glass that sat in a built in cabinet that jutted out from the back wall.  This created two alcoves on either side in which to play.  With the brightness of the television, no one could really see what you were doing there, even though you were right in front of them.

And what I was inevitably doing was eating this man’s plump bubble butt.  I could stroke his cock on occasion.  Maybe lick his balls.  But he knew what he wanted:  my tongue all over his hole.  And I happily obliged until he shot all over the cinder block wall.

We talked about fucking…but never got there back then.   A few years ago, we met here and he tried to sit on my Magnumed cock—and he couldn’t take it.

He sits next to me now.  His fist goes around my cock.  “I still want this in me.”

He spits in his hand and strokes me.

“You know I want to eat your ass.”

“H’mmmmm…”  His tone is dreamy.  And the idea of it makes him stand up and strip.  He starts to kneel on the couch, but with it against the wall, there is really no room for him to lean on the back.  I swing a chair around.  He gets up on it.  I pull the ebony cheeks apart. My tongue connects.  He sighs.

I stroke myself happily as I get reacquainted with his ass.  There is very little hair—some just around his hole but none to speak of in his ass crack.  He loves it when my tongue hardens and drills into him.  We have the place to ourselves.  So we both groan without disturbing anyone else.

He grinds back on my tongue.  Panting.  “I really want your dick in me.”

I grunt assent into his ass.

“I’ve been getting fucked more lately.  I bet I can take it.”

I keep eating his hole.

“Your tongue makes me so horny.”   He stops and groans as I push particularly deep.  “Please…”

Eventually I roll the condom on and push against his hole.  Even after all my work, he has clenched right back up at the thought of it.  I can feel him will himself to relax.  And I do manage to get the head in.

I begin talking—not about what we’re doing but about the last guy I fucked here.  It distracts him and eventually he has three quarters of my length in him.  He’s tight.  Uncomfortably tight.  And there’s the damn latex making it all even tighter.

I move carefully.  Barely thrusting. 

“Slow down.  Slow down!”

I stop dead.  I was happy eating his hole.  This is just stupid…and my cock is wilting.

He relaxes a little more.  I attempt another few strokes.  It’s better.  I think we might be there.

“Pull out for a minute.”

I do.  Reluctantly. 

And there’s dirt.

My cock wilts the rest of the way…and it’s likely spoiled the playground for any more rimming.

We go to clean up—me barely, thanks to the condom.  He’s in the restroom longer.

We meet back on the couch.

“Sorry.”

I shrug.  “It happens.”  But secretly wish we had left me at rimming his hole—something that was working for both of us.  I suggest I could go back to eating him out, but he refuses with the limited clean up options here are the bookstore.

“Let me suck your dick.”  He kneels between my knees.  He licks my shaft—and that feels good.  He takes the head into his mouth and that’s not so good.  I remind him to cover his teeth.  It doesn’t help.

I put my hand on his shoulder and offer to suck him, but he doesn’t seem to like that idea.  He goes back to my balls.  He soon pulls them up with his left hand.  His tongue wets all the hair on my perineum.  He stays there for a very long time.  I begin jerking my dick.

He uses that as a cue.  He begins working his tongue down to my hole.  This is new.  He has never done this to me.  Finally we are back to doing something that both us think is hot.  He doesn’t drill into the hole like I do; he laps around it and occasionally over it.  It still feels great.

I jerk a little harder.

“You want me to cum?”  I ask.

He sort of grunts his approval.

I work harder.  I pull my shirt up and out of the way.  I have to do some fantasy.  I think about Derrick drilling into me with his practiced tongue.  This makes my cock drool.  I think about Derrick and then imagine Jacob sitting his cum filled ass on my face.

Bam!!

I explode.  All over my chest. 

He stops licking, but stays right there between my legs and spews his load all over the floor.

We clean up and go out the parking lot.  We are the only cars there.

I go home and write down notes on my file called Blog:  To B e Written Up.  I make the faintly damning note:  “Somewhat hot.”