Those Blue Balls Unload

 Near Home—October, 2021

After leaving one bookstore blue balled on Friday afternoon, I went to my usual haunt on Saturday night.  I got there a little later than usual—just after 9:30pm…

 

There are all the usual suspects in the straight theatre.  Doing nothing.  I go next door.  A blow job is in progress.  A big beefy white guy is getting head from a Latin guy (who swears he’s straight, but is always begging for my cock up his ass.)  Neither man is bothered in the least that I walk in on them.  The beefy guy waves me over before I can sit down.  “Get your cock out,” he tells me.

I unbutton.  His thick hand grasps my dick, bringing it to full hardness.  I tell him not to squeeze so tightly as he begins moving his paw up and down my shaft.

“Try his mouth.”

The Latin guy has blown me before.  He knee walks over to my cock.  The moment he begins to suck me, his free hand goes down the back of his sweat pants to finger his hole.  I have sworn off fucking the Latino.  He either can’t, or won’t, clean out.  But I enjoy his mouth—certainly more than the Beefy Guy’s hand.

There is a hot moment as Beefy Guy steps closer—forcing his slightly above average cock into the Latin’s mouth.  I love that our cock heads are now bumping together as they are licked, smearing our pre-cum on each other. 

The Latino moves to sucking one and then the other.  He takes Beefy Guy to the root.  He manages three quarters of my cock.  Back and forth.  Back and…

The door opens.  A man I recognize as a frequent patron comes in.  He’s likely my age and paleness.  His cock is always hard.  He walks in and joins the two of us feeding the Latino.  He is hard and dripping as his cock springs free.  We let him have the guy’s mouth.  He instantly grabs the Latino’s ears, holding him in place, as he face fucks him. 

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he announces.  His voice is quiet, but determined.  The Latino is on his feet instantly, pushing his sweatpants down to his ankles.  He grabs the back of a chair and pushes his ass out.  The new guy spits on his cock and pushes into him.

“Fuck him,” whispers Beefy Guy.  Then he turns to me.  “You going to fuck him?”

I shake my head.

“Then fuck me.”

The man pulls another chair away from the wall.  He unbuckles and his jeans are pushed to his knees.  It’s a hot, thick ass—with lots of hair.  I go to my knees and rim him until he is begging for my dick.  I stand up.  “You want this raw cock?” 

“Oh, yeah…”

I slide into him.  He’s a little tight, but he opens fast.  The other top is railing into the Latino.  I quickly match his speed.  This is just what I need.

The other top senses it first.  He pulls out and his cock is a mess.  He swears and tries to find tissues in his pants.  I slow down…and the hole I’m fucking is just as bad.  Bad enough I can’t power through it.  I grab the napkins in my pocket, wrap my cock and beat the other top to the restroom…

*

When I finally feel clean again, I let the other guy into the restroom.  On my way back to the theatres, I walk by the attendant.  “Thirty minutes to closing,” he announces.  I must look at him incredulously.  The store closes at 2am.  “Covid rules,” he smirks, “We are closing at eleven.”  He goes off to the soda machine.  I hear the other top come out of the bathroom.  He goes right for his car.  I go back into gay theatre.  Empty.  The straight theatre has two men in it.  One man, a little older than me, is jerking.  He covers himself as I walk in.

I go back next door.  I sit and stroke to the gay porn.   I will get off tonight, one way or another.

Time passes. 

The door opens.  It is the stroking guy from next door.  He leans against the wall across from me and unzips.  Not so shy now.  He has an average cock, but with what looks like a long foreskin.

We stroke in silence.

“May I suck you?”  he finally whispers.

“Sure.”

He gets to his knees.  His skill level is only average—but still what I need right now.

There is a knock on the door.  “Ten minutes,” the clerk squalls, not coming in.

“Lick my balls,” I hiss.  He does, as I jerk.  I am so damn close.  I can hear him beating his own cock as his tongue leaves my hairy sack wet. 

“Five minutes!”

I groan.  And beat harder.

My licker is suddenly up on his feet.  “Take me…” he pleads.  I lean forward and his cock erupts in my mouth.  This sets me off, too.  And I shoot—finally!  But all over his work pants that are bunched around his ankles….