Near Home—May, 2019
I
was mentally ready for IML, but I still had another week to wait. My cock told me he didn’t want to go without
for that long. I had a date for some fisting
on the horizon, but I decided I needed some action that night. I had an early dinner and headed to the
bookstore closest to me.
The
parking lot was not crowded, but there were more cars in it than usual—at least
since they had covered the glory holes in the arcade. I took it as a good omen. It was…
I sit on the couch in the straight theatre. I sink into a deep pocket where the springs
under me are now useless. There are a
few men down front. And one man is
leaning against the wall right next to me.
Everyone here is my age or older.
No one is particularly hot. But
they are all horny—and that will do.
I take out my hardening cock. The men in front of me turn as they hear me
spit into my hand. The man next to me
unzips. He pulls out an average sized
dick and all but sticks it in my mouth with no warning. I take him to the root on the first plunge.
I hear a man get up—and almost instantly I feel a
hand removing my hand from my cock. I
don’t even look down to see who is sucking my dick. It feels good—and I love being sucked while I
have a cock in my mouth. The man I’m
doing grabs my ears—as if I was going to pull away. He pumps my mouth—and gives me a quick load
with a huge hiss of relief.
I swallow.
I pay attention to the man on the floor. I recognize him from here. He often sits on my dick—but only when we are
alone. He is conscious of the two men
watching us—and the man zipping up his pants.
I put my hand on the back of my sucker’s head and push him farther down
onto my cock. He gags after 2/3’s of it
goes into him. I let go and let him go
back to his usual routine.
Another man from in front of us has come back to
watch. He stands at the wall, kneading
his shorts. Soon he unzips. It’s not much of a dick—but I suck it as if
it were the most perfect cock in the city.
He takes no time at all. He blows
a load. Much smaller and rather
bitter. But it makes him feel great. He pats me on the head and leaves.
My cocksucker stands up. His knees are going. He leaves the room—but I hear the door to the
gay side open and shut, so I’m pretty sure I know where he’s gone. There is one man left in the room. He has been watching us—stroking a nice
looking piece of meat. When he sees me
looking at it, he stands up, turns his chair away from me, sits and strokes to
the movie.
I wait a moment and go next door.
The gay cinema has five men—all within 10 years of
my age.
And no one is doing anything. Mounds of engorged cock flesh under pants—but
no dicks are out.
My former cocksucker is sitting in the easy access
chair, hoping someone will take advantage of his practiced mouth. I sit near him. I unbutton and let my wet dick flop
free. I stroke—looking at the
movie. (It’s condom free and rather
hot.)
My former cock sucker opens his fly. He’s hard.
Something I usually see briefly—he’s always very hard when he mounts my
cock, but he goes soft as my shaft is buried in his ass. He looks at me. I shrug—thinking he wants more of my
dick. He walks over and feeds me his
hard cock instead.
I am surprised, but get to work. My tongue works all over his dripping
head. He gasps in pleasure. I hear other men unzip. We have given them permission. I keep sucking.
My cocksucker is still hard—but his erection is
flagging. My left hand slithers through
the leg hole of his underwear and find his pucker. My finger plays around it. I push in.
Instantly he is hard. In ten more
seconds he has blown a big load in my mouth.
He zips up and thanks me.
The rest of the room has paired off. The four men left are sucking each
other. One is down on the hard linoleum,
sucking a seated man. I aim for the
seated cocksucker, blowing his man who is standing up. I get between his legs and swallow him
down. He can’t take so much attention—but
instead of coming, he pulls me off him and pushes my head towards the large
dick in his mouth. The man is hung—and super
hard. He loves the fact he now has two
mouths on his cock.
We take turns—one on his balls and one on his
cock. Then we reverse. We even do that two mouths working in tandem
on the sides of his cock. The receiver of
all this is grunting his appreciation.
Each time we change up on who is actually sucking, he groans as the new
mouth takes him balls deep.
I can feel the balls tighten and spew under my
tongue. My partner in sucking gets the
load.
But that’s ok—moments later, I get the cocksucker’s
load.
*****
I am alone after that for a bit. Then a young man enters. An older one follows. The young one makes a bee line to my dick. He is on his knees, stroking himself and
sucking me. The older man stands and
watches us, rather put out.
We end up taking turns on each other. The kid has a nice seven inches of very precummy
cock. I get him off. The biggest load of the night.
I expect him to leave. Instead he sinks to his knees.
“Give me your cum, daddy.”
How can I not?
I jerk my dick a little until I’m on the verge.
He swallows every last drop…
