"What Can I Do to Get You Off....?"

 Near Home—June, 2021

I was just about to start a mini contract—but one that would allow me no time for play at all.  I wanted to take a few hours for myself—to empty my balls.  It was a Saturday night.  But I could not find a man to fuck online.  On any site.  So off I went to the bookstore…

 

It looks pretty dismal here, too.  The parking lot is fairly full, but the men must all be in the arcade.  In the straight theatre, there are two guys.  Both are sitting very close to the screen—which translates to “leave me alone.”

I sit and watch for a bit—but the movie is a “point of view” opus that leaves me cold.  Through the low grating in the common wall between the theatres, I hear a chair scrape next door.  I go to the gay side.  One man is sitting and stroking.  He is seated along the side wall, enjoying the decent bareback flick.  I sit at the back and haul out my dick.  The other man, a bearish daddy type, with a fairly full beard, nods to me—in a ‘welcome’ sort of way, not a ‘let me suck your dick’ kind of way.

We stroke to the movie.  We both seem to enjoy the talk that leads up to well photographed breeding—where, eventually, far more cum is pushed out of the bottom’s hole, than spattered around it.

The door opens.  Two men come in.  One stands at the back and leaves quickly.  The other finds a seat on the opposite wall to the Bear.  He sits, opens his cut-offs and pulls out a long, thin hooded dick.

We all sit and watch the movie, stroking happily and occasionally eyeing one of the other two.

The door opens.  A thin kid comes in—African American, just below medium height.  He is wearing skinny jeans and a tee with the local university’s logo on it.  His hair is cropped close to his skull.  His handsome features smile as he sees our three white dicks being stroked.

Without any talking or nods or sign language he walks to the long, thin dicked guy.  He kneels in front of the spread legs, pushes the man’s hands off his dick and takes him deep into his throat.

The guy gives a contented sigh to what is obviously an expert blow job.  He lets the kid do all the work—and is shooting in no time.  The sucker cleans every drop off him—so well that the guy takes out a fast food napkin to wipe himself up and puts it away unused.  He pats the kid on the shoulder, zips up and leaves.

The kid literally crawls across the floor to the big bear.  The cock here is the exact opposite.  A true beer can, not very long, but very thick.  And cut, as far as I can tell.  The Bear has stopped stroking and points his dick at the kid as he crawls towards it.

In one movement, the kid swallows him down.  I think about going over to work the Bear’s tits, but there is no time.  The Bear is already convulsing down the kid’s throat.  He grabs the kid’s shoulders and won’t let go as he bucks into the kid’s over stretched mouth.

The Bear pushes him off his cock, buttons up and leaves.  The kid stays in a huddle on the floor.

I wait.  Eventually his head comes up and he turns to me.

“Please, Sir….”

It’s a low whisper.

I stand up—my cock jutting out, hard and throbbing.  “Come here.”  My voice is almost as hushed, but still commanding.

The kid crawls to me.  He just gazes at my cock.  His hands, instinctively, go behind his back.  “Please use me…” he breathes.

I step forward.  I slap my cock on his right cheek.  And again on his left.  “Open up.” 

He does.  I push into him and let him do his work.  He’s great.  Great suction and even better tongue work.  But if he thinks he’s going to get another load in 30 seconds, he doesn’t know me.  He finally pulls off me, panting.  I let him recover.  Then I grab his chin and open his mouth for him.  He ovals—and lets me fuck his face.

After repeated strokes, I pull out.  I notice his jeans are trying to tent with the tight fabric.

“Lick my balls,” I tell him.  I jerk my dick as his warm mouth is all over my hairy sack.  I finally nod at him and he does his best to get me off at his own pace.  He works really hard.  

He finally rocks back on his haunches—“What can I do to get you off…Sir?”

I pause. 

Then.

“Get naked.”

“I can’t be fucked, Sir.”

“Just do it.”

He hurriedly stands and strips.  He has a great natural body.  And an incredible bubble butt.

He kneels again.  I let him suck.  For a long time.

I surprise him by kneeling myself in front of his kneeling form.  My finger finds his tight pucker.  I play around it, idly, as he pants.

“I so want you in me, but I didn’t think that would happen here tonight,” he whispers in my ear. 

“Stand up and lean into my chair.”

He does.  Trembling a little.  I turn, still on my knees, and bury my face in his ass.  He may not have cleaned out—but he showered.  I can taste the Dial soap.  He whimpers as I tongue fuck him.  His hand goes to his cock. 

I bat it away, stopping the rimming long enough to say, “Just enjoy it.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I force myself to stop or I know I will want to fuck him.

I turn his hips so he turns towards me.  His hard, just above average, cock stares me in the face.  I spit on it and pull him down so we are kneeling face to face again.  “Kiss me.  Taste your ass on my tongue.”

His eyes widen.  But he does it.  And then groans as if I have fed him the most incredible delicacy.  My finger finds his now wet hole. It pokes inside.  Just. 

I break the kiss and bend him to suck my dick in this awkward way—but I want my finger in his pucker as he does it.  He is moaning around my dick.

I pull out of his mouth.  Stand.  He straightens up, still on his knees.  My cock goes back into his mouth.  I begin to drill into him.  His hand goes to his cock—this time I let it happen.  I am so fucking close.

“You want my load?”  I know the answer, but I want to hear him grunt out a “yes” without letting my cock out of his mouth.

He makes some sort of affirmative sound.

And I’m there.  I fire volley after volley of hot seed into his throat—and then onto his tongue.  He swallows it all.  And licks me clean.

It is only then that I see he has covered my boot with his own massive wad of cum…