Tuesday, October 5, 2021

Bookstore Highlights Three: The Free For All

 Near Home—August, 2021

Because the last trip to the bookstore had proved to be worthwhile (and ball draining) I went back a few days later.  It was a Thursday evening, who knew it would be hot from the moment I walked into the gay theatre…?

 

A very large man is sitting in the cocksucker’s chair.  He smiles at me as I pass him and sit against the wall.  He is likely twice my weight.  His dark skin shines in the half light of the reflected video.  I take out my dick.  The porn is good if not exceptional.  I get hard fast.  The large man makes my least favorite cruising signal—he lasciviously licks his lips.  I sigh and look back at the screen.

Then he is on his knees and crawling across the room to me.   I look down as he arrives, rather laboriously, between my legs.  I have to make a decision…and I take my hand off my dick, allowing him access.

He sinks down on my cock. 

Holy fuck!  He has the best mouth I have had in months.  It’s roomy and wet and he creates a suction that makes my cock drip.  I sigh in absolute pleasure.  He pulls off my cock and goes for my balls, licking them gently with a tongue that feels huge and pliable, but delicate.  He burrows down under my balls, too.  He sucks my testicles delicately…not trying for both of them in his mouth at the same time.

He’s great and I tell him so.  His eyes crinkle at the edges—and he goes back to Hoovering my dick.

The door opens.  A hot otter enters.  He is white, maybe mid 30’s with a shaved head.  He is in shorts and tee, showing off his hairy arms and legs and tufts of chest hair at the neckline.  He watches us for a moment, opens his shorts and feeds me his long, thin dick. 

I try to give him as good head as I am getting.  I tongue his piss slit.  I deep throat him easily, it being long and thin.  I lick his balls exactly as the man below me is now doing mine.

The Otter pulls out of my mouth.  He bends—and the Man on the floor lets him suck my cock—because he wants to taste the Otter.  The Otter is good, but he is up against pretty unbeatable oral competition here.  I do enjoy watching the Man on the floor get his first taste of the pre-cumming Otter.  He grunts his approval and swallows him down.

The Otter can’t stay bent for too long, so he straightens up.  I slide to the floor.  The Man graciously lets me suck him again.  I am filled with Otter cock as the Man pulls the Otter’s shorts and underwear down around his ankles.  The Man squirms around and plants his face in what must be incredibly hairy ass cheeks.

The Otter gasps.  I can only imagine what that relentless tongue must feel like in his hairy crack.

Two or three more men arrive as we work him over.  They stay to the sides and watch the show.

Suddenly it is too much for the Otter.  He convulses and begins to fire a rather watery load into my mouth.  The first couple shots are so strong they hit the back of my throat.  The next few pool on my tongue.  I coat his cock with them—and lick him clean, holding onto his balls so he can’t pull out.  When I’m satisfied his cock is spunk free I let him go.

The Otter steps to the side and gets dressed, rather shakily.  He leaves, patting the Man who rimmed him on the shoulder and me on the head.  I get back in my chair—and Man goes back to sucking my cock…

*

The room has filled.  Almost a dozen men.  The Big Man has resumed his original chair.  He has sucked a number of men as they come in.  I have had one other guy on my dick—an amateur by comparison.  I am just leisurely stroking now.

The door opens.  A dapper, trim, just turning middle-aged, white man enters.  He is in a dress shirt and suit pants.  Rarely do you see good clothes here.  He looks around and undoes his belt.  He removes his pants, folds them and places them on a chair next to me.  Then the shirt comes off, and is folded and stacked with the pants.  He is left in loafers and backless designer underwear. 

He kneels and begins sucking my dick.  This galvanizes the room.  If cocks weren’t out before, they are now.  The man sucking me is good at licking but can’t take any depth at all.  He pulls off me pretty fast and looks up into my face.  “Fuck me with this thing.”

I stand and pull my chair away from the wall.  The dapper guy kneels on it.  I kneel behind him and begin tonguing the ass crack framed by Andrew Christian.   A white trucker type comes over and feeds the man his beer can of a dick.  I get his hole good and wet before I stand and lube my cock a little bit more.  I slip in.  Much more easily than I expect.  I am balls deep on the first stroke.  The man grunts his satisfaction around the dick in his mouth.

I begin to fuck.  Out of the corner of my eye I see the Big Man go to his knees again.  He comes behind me—and my ass crack connects with his velvety tongue on the backstroke.  Fuck—no wonder the Otter blew so fast with both our mouths on him.  I slow my fuck stroke a little, so I can grind my ass into the Man’s face.

The Trucker cums, deep in the Dapper Man’s mouth.  A Latino, a regular, steps into place as the Trucker leaves.  I pick up my pace.  A third man, on the other side of the Dapper Man’s head, is slapping a hard cock on his neck, head and face.  The Dapper Man goes back and forth on them.  One in his mouth, a hand on the other.  Endlessly switching who gets his mouth.

I fuck faster.

“You want my load?” I bark out.

He grunts around the cock currently in his mouth.  The third man in, the slapper, suddenly erupts all over the Dapper Man’s face and hair.  It’s all I need.  I bury my cock deep in the hot ass I am reaming out and shoot.  I feel the big Man behind me drill into my hole with his tongue. 

I stay in place letting him eat my hole—and still as he moves down, trying to find stray cum on my balls.  I start to pull out.  The man getting sucked starts to shoot in the guy’s mouth—but it’s too intense for him and he pulls out—shooting even more semen on the Dapper Man’s face.

I am cleaned up by the big Man, who savors the mix of cum and ass jizz. 

I see him move in to felch my load as I do up my pants, slap the Dapper Man’s ass and take off….

6 comments:

  1. Ooo... a night in the ruts. That is some first class bathhouse style fun. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. And not a sling in sight...

      I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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  2. Oh damn, those perfect nights when the stars are aligned!

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    1. You wish for those perfect nights more often, but if you had them every time, then it wouldn't be as exciting when it all does comes together.

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  3. Yes indeed! Nights like that are to be cherished. Excellent.

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