Eastern
Illinois—February, 2020
I didn’t try to do anything else in
Memphis. The conference dragged on and I
just saved my seed. I had plans: I was going home by way of Chicago to breed a
piggy boy I had fucked during the IML Cum Union held in the Hole.
I knew I would be dead and
worthless in bed (or the sling) if I tried to make the trip to Chicago in one
day. So I overnighted in the small town
where I had found a new bookstore during my November and December
contract. I had never done an evening
there and I was curious to see how it was.
I wanted to get a week’s worth of cum out of my balls so I could do a
long session the next day in with the young man.
I checked in to my hotel, ate and
changed into old clothes. I got to the
bookstore right at the end of the after work rush—if there was such a thing…
I
go through the door that leads to both the straight and gay theatres. The parking lot has enough cars to make me
feel hopeful. I walk in and piss in the
restroom in the hall between the two. I
look in the gay theatre. No one.
I
move over to the straight. No one. No, that’s not true. In the shadows is an older man scrambling to
cover his crotch with his coat as he becomes aware of me standing there. I sit down in a single chair across the room
from him—where I can see him and he can see me.
I unbutton and am instantly hard.
It is a cream pie movie showing.
Jizz is being shot into either ass or cunt (or both) in every
scene. True interior shots, shot
shallowly, so it can be worked out by the girl.
Why can’t more gay porn do this more often??
My
presence and my stroking, far from turning the other guy on, seems to make him
nervous. Soon enough he stands up to
leave. He walks by me, pausing to get a
good eyeful. He goes to the door—and suddenly
comes back.
“You’re
bigger than those guys,” he says loudly, gesturing to the screen. “You should be up there.” He reaches down and grabs my cock. Tight.
“Damn that’s thick!” And he twists
it. As if that is supposed to feel good.
I
yelp. He lets go. And leaves.
I
am on my own for a good half hour. But
the porn is great—so I’m entertained.
A
younger trucker comes in. A cub. Dirty blond hair under a ball cap. A fairly full redder blond beard. A leather
jacket and rather grungy jeans that have been on him for a long time. He sits down in a chair against the low backwall. We can easily scope each other out. He loves the porn, too. He is unzipped in the first five minutes.
Soon
we are chatting. He’s never been here,
he tells me, but other drivers have told him about stopping here for his
overnight. He loves this movie. He loves to watch his seed run out of his
girl friend, just like that. Then he
adds: “I’m straight, but open…”
He
lets the sentence hang there.
“Like
my sucking your dick?” I ask.
“I’m
down for that, yeah.”
His
dick is rock hard and oozing. He is
likely just over the regulation 6 inches and rather slender. I kneel in front of him. He has no issues in touching me like some
straight men do. His hand rests on my
shoulder, then the back of my neck.
Lightly. Not holding me in place.
His
cock is responding to my lips and tongue.
He is precumming like the clichéd faucet. I lap it up.
His cock spasms as my throat tightens to swallow. “Jeez…” he croons. I do it again. His cock keeps oozing.
I
vary the rhythm. Now I deep throat his
shaft on every stroke. This does it. He fires off a big load. Over and over. It’s creamy—and I can tell he’s a
smoker. I swallow it all before cleaning
his cock of every last drop.
“That
was great. Thanks.”
I
stand up and my cock juts out—right at his eye level.
“Wow,”
he mutters. He reaches up and hefts my
hard dick. I am praying he’ll lick it—but
he doesn’t. After all, he got off. I should have done it before he shot. I go back to my seat. He stays.
Still hard. Still stroking to the
hot porn.
The
door to the lobby opens. A man comes in
and stands behind the low wall. I recognize
him from my time here in the fall, but I have not played with him. He observes the two of us with our cocks
out. I hear him unzip. I look back and he is obviously stroking his
dick, though I can’t see it with the wall.
The
man is my age and a little shorter and heavier.
I keep hoping he will step out from behind the wall. But he stays there. So I go to him, my cock swinging, fully on
display.
I
am met by him on his knees. He gives me
great head. Tonguing every inch. He doesn’t forget my balls. I stroke myself as he makes them good and
wet.
He
stands up. It’s my turn to suck
him. He’s so much thicker than the Trucker. I can’t take him as deeply in my throat. But I must be doing something right. He’s panting.
I
stand up. “Let’s move around,” I whisper
in his ear, gesturing out from behind the wall.
I willingly lead him right next to the Trucker. My new man goes back on his knees and blows
me. The trucker’s eyes are riveted on us—at
the live porn happening within inches of him.
I reach down and hold onto the Trucker’s shoulder—as if for support, but
really to include him. His hand
tentatively brushes over my hairy ass cheeks and the strap on the jock I’m
wearing.
The
new man stands up. “I’m going to shoot…you
want it?” I go to my knees. He fires a much bigger load—from much bigger
balls— straight down my throat. He grabs
my shoulders and hangs on as his body shakes.
When
I have every drop I pull off him and stand up.
He quickly does himself up and leaves, with a whispered, “Thanks—that was fun.”
I
turn to the Trucker.
“Damn.
That was hot.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,
and I have another load for you…”
I
go to my knees. He has no problem with
my mouth being freshly filled by another man.
I take him into my mouth. I have
to work a little—but he gives me another load.
More powerfully shot than the first. Blast after blast.
I
find the whole scene so hot I shoot my week’s worth of cum under his seat, as
his cock finally goes limp in my mouth…
