Fireworks on the Fourth

Near Home—July, 2019

I worked on the Fourth of July, but had the evening off.  While my co-workers caravanned out to a local lake for fireworks and beer, I took the opportunity to see if I could make some fireworks of a more personal nature.  Off I went to the bookstore nearest home…

As I park, I wonder if I am crazy.  The Fourth is such a family day.  But here I am—why aren’t there likely to be others looking for some relief?  But the place at 7:00 pm is pretty desolate.  There are men…but not the men I need.  The man in the straight cinema smells like he has not bathed for a good portion of the hot summer. I go to the gay side and am rewarded with a good movie—raw and just pervy enough to get me really hard.  But I am alone.  

After about 20 minutes of watching a threeway where ass to mouth is constantly shown in sloppy detail, my cock is dripping, but I am despairing of finding a partner for the evening.  The door opens.  A man enters.  I don’t recognize him.  He’s somewhere in his thirties, wearing shorts and a loud tee.  A baseball cap is on his head.  His sandals flap as he comes in.  The moment he sees my cock, he flips the cap around so the brim is behind him and kneels to worship my dick.

He’s good.  He moans in the back of his throat every time he forces himself down on my entire length.  His mouth leaves me dripping, coated in his spit.  He works my balls, too.  He makes them as wet as my shaft.  I love the back and forth and tell him so. 

A man comes in and watches.  It doesn’t faze either of us.  We both seem to enjoy showing off for him.  After ten more minutes he seems surprised I haven’t shot.  I tell him I love his technique, but that it takes me forever.  He agrees to find me later and goes back to the arcade, where there seem to be more men.

The man watching has been stroking.  He moves into the shadowy corner behind the door, out of my line of vision.  I get up and step towards him.  He’s older, bearded, a little heavy, but his cock is rampant from watching us.  I go to my knees.  I suck him—making sure to push against his gut to get the extra two inches of length it is hiding.

“I’d like to feel your tongue in my ass,” he whispers.

I move around behind him.  He arches his freshly showered butt back onto face.  I connect with his hole.  His hand flies over his wet cock.

We pause for a second as the door opens and hits my legs.  Someone squeezes in but, buried in his ass, I can’t see who it is.  I can tell from his breathing my guy is close.  I stick my hand between his knees, palm up.  I drill into him with my tongue and seconds later I catch a handful of jizz.

The older guy is embarrassed the moment he’s done shooting.  He thanks me as I stand up, carefully letting his sperm pool in my hand.  It’s Hat Boy who came in—watching us now and kneading himself through his shorts.  I move in front of the older man as he is doing himself up.  I look at Hat Boy—and make a decision.  I take the handful of cum and coat my cock with it—staring at him the entire time.

He groans—and in a millisecond is on his knees and cleaning the spunk off my raging hardon.  He is slobbering over me to get every drop.  He is even a bigger pig than I guessed.  When my cock looks clean I haul him to his feet.  I go in for a kiss.  He lets my tongue push into him—but he has nothing left in his mouth to snowball—he has swallowed every last drop.

*****

When Hat Boy goes off to find more dick, I try the straight side again.  The homeless guy is gone, but you can still smell him.  I sit on the couch.  There is a guy down front I don’t recognize.  He seems to be stroking, but it’s hard to tell.

I sit and pull out my cock.  The porn is mediocre after the gay flick, but I am hard and ready.  Almost instantly the other man gets up to head for the door.  He stops as he passes me.

“I bet that would feel good in my ass.”

“I bet it would.”

He drops his shorts and turns, presenting a very full, hairless butt.  My lubed hand finds his hole.  My middle finger slides in.

“Oh, fuck…” he whimpers.  And promptly ejaculates all over the dirty floor.  He apologizes profusely and leaves.

I want the better movie.  And I’ve heard the door next door open and close.  I go over.

Hat Boy is sprawled on the chair against the back wall.  His shorts are around his ankles.  He is stroking a bigger than average cock.  I pull out my dick the moment I see him.

I stand in front of him and begin face fucking him in earnest.  I want to shoot.  He wants me to shoot.  I piston into his perfectly ovaled mouth again and again.  But my face fucking gets him off instead.  He gasps it out, moments before. 

I hit the floor and take his load down my throat.  It’s huge.  And it causes me to shoot, too.  I hope I miss his shorts—but I fire off my pent up load blindly. 

I find that I’ve missed his first spurt and lick it off his thigh.

I clean his cock.

He cleans mine.

I want to kiss him once more—but he demurs. 

I’ve never seen him again.