Whoring Out Don

Near Home—March, 2020

Well, I am back to writing up the first of the three encounters I had in March before we locked down.  (I still haven’t figured out how I am breaking the TWELVE WEEKS of no sex, but I’m working on it.)  At the top of March, Don came to my place without his partner Reid.  We thought about just using the sling—but while we talked, we realized that we both wanted to involve others.  We got in my car and headed to the bookstore closest to me. 

It was a warm spring afternoon.  The parking lot, while not packed, held more cars than I expected.  We went in and paid.  The straight theatre was fairly full.  Men were scattered around the dim room—but no one was doing anything.  I smiled at Don, a veteran bookstore cocksucker.  He grinned and nodded.  I sat in a chair down near the television and unbuttoned my pants…

My cock springs out of my jock.  I am wearing a dirty white pouch that will eventually be sent halfway around the world.  The smell of piss and cum fills my nostrils and makes my cock start to drool.  I have worn it for Don—knowing he loves the heady smell of it.

The movie is good.  I stroke.  The man across the aisle takes his dick out, too.  He nods to me.  I take my hand away and show him my rampant cock.  He shows me his regulation 6 incher.  I smile—and he gets up.  He kneels between my splayed legs.  He looks at it for a moment, inhaling the jock, before he begins to bob up and down on my dick.  I turn and look over my shoulder to the back wall where I left Don.  He comes closer and sits in the chair the man vacated.  His eyes are large as he watches the guy go to work on my dick. 

The man is good, but I want more.  I motion for Don to come over.  He stands up.

“Lick my balls,” I grunt out to my cock sucker.  He goes for the hairy orbs.  I pull Don down to suck my dick.  The two simultaneous mouths feel wonderful.  The man on my balls is not upset at all by my roping in another—he works harder to make me feel good.  Both men are totally into pleasing me orally.  At one point they pause to kiss, before leaving my balls and taking alternate turns on my pre-cumming cock.  Don eventually worms his way under the man on the floor to suck his cock, as the guy sucks me.

The first guy finally has to get off his knees.  He thanks me and excuses himself.

Don has all eyes on him now as he sucks my dick.  Another man, younger and hot, has taken the chair across from us and is even stroking.  I make eye contact with him and offer him Don’s mouth.  He holds up his hand, indicating he just wants to watch.  Don takes his cue—and makes a show of loudly slurping on my cock; on taking it so deep it chokes him; of making countless deep groans in the back of his throat when I choose to stand up and face fuck him.

The sexual temperature of the room is hot and intense.  But no one wants to join us.  They watch—and the cute guy jerks. 

We finally pause, take a piss break and go into the gay cinema.

The first thing we see is the nicely hung cute guy getting head.  I can’t see who is on the floor in front of him. I stand beside him and Don goes back down on me.  Now I can see it is a good looking Hispanic young man I have often seen here.  He is sucking for all he’s worth—and stroking his small uncut dick as he gives oral service.

Suddenly he shoots all over the floor.  He unceremoniously just stops and leaves.  I nudge Don to suck the younger guy.  Now, in the darker room, and having been warmed up by a younger guy, he lets Don take him.  I watch his face.  He obviously is enjoying Don’s skills.  I move behind Don.  I kneel.  He feels what I am doing and moves to a crouching position, never taking his mouth off the hot man.  I pull down his khakis bury my face in his jock framed ass.

“Eat him out, man,” breathes the cute guy.  “Lick his hole while he sucks my dick.”

I eat him out, slathering in vast amounts of spittle to make for the coming fuck.

I stand up.  I slap my hard cock on Don’s upturned ass.

“Fuck him,” the guy whispers.

I slide right in.

“Oh, yeah.  Fuck him raw.”

I start slowly—but build fast.  My thrusts are helping Don take the dick deeper into his throat.  I pull out to show the guy my dripping cock and push it right back in.

Don is in spit roast heaven.  He is groaning around the dick in his mouth. 

I fuck some more and pull out.  “You should take a turn up his ass.”

“I don’t know…”

“Do it,” I urge.  “He’s great.”

Don comes up off his dick and leans against the back of a chair, invitingly.  I want to suck the guy’s dick but I don’t.  The young guy hesitates a millisecond, then walks the few steps to Don’s ass.  He doesn’t fuck him…he falls to his knees and begins eating out the freshly fucked hole.

“Fuck…I can taste your cock,” he mumbles into Don’s hole.  He is jerking himself as he chows down. 

I move around and feed my cock to Don.  “Taste your ass, man.  Clean me good.”

The kid is really jerking now as he drills his tongue deeper and deeper into Don.  And he’s suddenly there.  He stands and fires a massive load all over Don’s butt.   Some pools in the small of Don’s back, while some clings to the hairs of his wet ass crack.

“Let me push that into him.”  I take the guy’s place.  He stands aside, his cock still dripping, his eyes riveted on my dick as I mop up his seed and fuck it into Don.

“You are so…nasty.”  But he likes it.  His cock has never gone down.

“Let me clean you,” pants Don. 

The guy moves to Don’s mouth as I begin to fuck with his load as lube.

“So hot…”  And he begins fucking Don’s mouth in time with my strokes in his ass. 

I build.  He builds. 

“I’m gonna shoot,” I tell him.

“Me, too!”

Mine happens first.  I fire off a good three day load deep into Don.

Seeing me shoot, makes him cum again.  Don takes every drop.

I stand still until the guy’s balls are empty—and he is truly shaking from the force of back to back orgasms.

I kneel and make eye contact with the young man.  My tongue snakes into Don’s wet hole and finds a huge dollop of our mixed loads.  I swallow it down.

The next one I share with Don in a deep kiss…