A Roomful of Cocksuckers

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…