Lansing—February, 2020
(This
picks up right where the last post left off…)
As the well hung foot licker struts out the door, I
roll over and grab my sock. My toes are
still very wet. There is a roll of paper
towel on a table under the screen, so I hop over to it and rip off a couple of
sheets. As I sit and dry my foot, a
series of hot men stream in and out of the room, never pausing on their hunt
for cock or ass.
Once fully dressed again, I go out looking
myself. All the gloryholes seem to be in
use—at least the doors are still shut.
In the straight screening area there is a blow job happening—and older
man servicing a cute college kid. The
sling is empty. I continue back to the
big screen gay area.
Six men are standing behind the couch. Two are stroking erect dicks. They are watching a threeway suck fest on the
couch—and perhaps surprisingly—one of participants is a woman. At least I think she is, but it may not be
so. I don’t need to join this scene so I
go back to sling. Sure enough, a man
comes to see if I’m fucking someone.
When he sees I am just stroking
to the porn across the way he goes to his knees and takes me in his mouth. The man is likely my age, much shorter and a
little stocky. Getting to his knees is
an issue, but his mouth is heaven. He
knows just how to suck me. Slow. Wet.
Sensual. Reveling in the act of
sucking cock, not trying to get me off in a minute so he can move on to
another. He only stops when his knees
give out. I offer to return the favor,
but he has no need of my skills.
*****
The threeway has dissolved on the couch in the gay
area. But one of the watchers and
strokers is still there, now stroking to the old and tired porn. He waves me over. I go.
I kneel and suck his cock. It’s a
nice cut seven incher. I work on his
head, shaft and then his balls. This gets
the biggest sigh of pleasure from him.
After five minutes or so he leans forward. He catches sight of my cock. He pulls me up and gives me head. While not bad, he is nowhere near as good as
what I just had.
We continue to go back and forth, sucking each other
and neither trying for orgasm. Just
enjoying the feel of mouth on cock…
*****
I am back next to the padded table where I had my
foot sucked. A handsome man, tall, thick
and with muscles showing through his tight t-shirt, comes in. He is at least six foot, Black, maybe 45 and
has a very large wedding ring on his left hand that keeps catching the little
light there is in this room. He moves to
the other side of the table.
Silence.
“You suck, right?”
I nod.
“I saw you earlier on here.” He points to the table between us. “You want mine?”
“Sure.” I
stand up.
“Not here,” he whispers fiercely. “Come on.”
I follow him to the booths. He can’t get into any of them. So he leads me to the bathroom. There is no door here, just a curtain. I hope that will make him feel secure enough.
“Now, suck this thing.”
I go to my knees.
He unzips. He pulls out a true beer can cock. It’s not long but incredibly thick. On my first try, I just get his head in my
mouth. I will my jaw to open and it
works. I take most of him in me. I hear him grunt.
And then the sound of a girl moaning.
I glance
up. He has his phone out—holding it above my face, but he not filming me—he’s watching straight porn as the fag
sucks him off.
For a moment I’m put off—and then I find it kind of
hot. I stretch my jaw open and take a
little more of him. He likes this. He is even able to slightly thrust his cock
into me.
I can’t do much but be wide and wet. My tongue works the underside of his
shaft.
The girl on his phone screams out her climax. It’s his trigger. He shoots into my mouth. Rope after rope of thick, viscous cum. He pulls out of my mouth abruptly. A large dollop goes in my beard. He tries to move away from me, but my tongue
snakes out to clean him up.
“Well, shit….” He mumbles. He likes this after all. Has no one ever done this part to him? He stands willingly now, for me to clean up
every drop.
(One
more installment to cum…)
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