Relief on the Way Home

Northwest Indiana—May, 2019

I drove home the day after the IML CumUnion.  I told myself that it was the best thing to do.  I was sated.  I would start my harder than uusual summer work sessions refreshed. 

I believed it until I got near the exit to the best of the bookstores I frequent when I am working in Indiana.  I took it, parked and began to troll for cock or ass.  I had bought the combo ticket so I could use both the booths with the gloryholes and sit in the cinema. 

There is activity here on a Monday afternoon.  I saunter through the arcade.  The booth doors are closed and locked.  There are no holes open.  I go into the cinema.  I stand behind the back partition where all the action happens.  There is good ‘two men on one girl’ porn playing…and a mouth is on my cock the moment I unbutton. 

My eyes haven’t adjusted to the darkness.  And he must have been on his knees when I walked in.  My cock gets hard in his mouth.  It cuts off his air and he chokes.  He coughs and takes my dick out of his mouth for just a moment, giving a satisfied sigh.  He goes back to giving me excellent head.  Lots of attention to the shaft, to my balls and to my piss slit.  He stops only because his knees give out.

I give him an arm to help him get up.  He’s older.  Hairy and hot enough.  I return the favor by taking his limp dick into my mouth.  He orgasms in moments without ever getting hard.  He leaves.  I wish I hadn’t gotten his load—for I am now the only man on this side of the building for a long time.

I go explore the arcade again.  Doors are open.  The men have gone.  I find Ryan—FB and one time blogger—coming out of a booth.  We chat and catch up back in the cinema.  I suck him for a bit—and a hot young Black man comes in.  He joins us, his dick hard and insistent.  He sucks me.  I suck him.  Ryan sucks him.  He sucks Ryan.  I drop to my knees and we each lick on side of Ryan’s cock.

Ryan takes a break to go back to the Arcade.  The Young Man hesitates—then asks if I fuck.  I nod and he greases up his ass with some foul smelling lubricant before I can stop him.  Damn, I wanted to eat that ass…

I use my own lube on myself.  He bends—using the partition to brace himself.  I prod at his tight hole.  My cock is finally allowed in.  I have maybe two inches into him.

“Stop—Please!”

I hold.

“Out.  I can’t…”

I pull out reluctantly.

A new man arrives.  He falls to his knees and takes the Young Man into his mouth.  The kid shoots instantly after all our play.  And the new fucker spits the load out on the crusty wooden floor.

*****

It’s quiet for a long time after that.  I know I should hit the road, but I stay.  No one has come into the cinema in easily 15 minutes.  I go across to the arcade.  There is one set of adjoining booths in use.  I go into another.  I feed the machine from the pile of tokens I was given on my admission.  I don’t wait long.  I hear the men leave the booths that were busy.  A man comes in to the cubicle next to me and drops tokens.  A hard, uncut cock, with a lot of foreskin still covering the head comes through the gloryhole.  I go to my knees.  I work the foreskin back with my lips and tongue.  I lick the shiny head. 

The man groans behind the partition.  He begins thrusting into my mouth.  He is whimpering and talking in Spanish.  I am prepared to take the Latino load—and just as fast he pulls out of my mouth and hisses “No cum yet!” 

He leaves the booth, the bad porn on his side still blaring.

I wait a little, but there is no one else.

I do myself up and find the short married Mexican who has to be the proud owner of all that foreskin, but he won’t look me in the eye…

*****

I sit in the cinema so I don’t have to feed the booths.  I have been alone in the place for a good 10 minutes.  I tell myself to leave.  But it’s always ‘just one more scene…oh, after the next cum shot…I’ll go after this one…’ and a new man walks in.  He is not much to look at, but he sits next to me and is on his knees in moments.  His mouth is velvet.  He has one of those tongues which is constantly moving over and around as he sucks cock.

He’s happy.

I’m happy.

Then…

“Do you like your ass eaten?”

I’m surprised, but nod.  We go behind the partition.  I drop my pants, leaving my ass framed by the straps of the jock.  I lean forward onto the wall and let that magic tongue go to work.  His very soft hands, soon replace mine stroking my cock as he burrows into me.

“You taste so good.”

I bliss out.  I do some poppers.

And I’m close.

I try to take back my cock—but he keeps stroking and rimming.

I can’t take it.  I shoot my load all over the low wall.  It runs down and joins the pool of cum which the idiot spat out…