The Kid With the Big Cock

Near Home—March, 2022

Friday night. 

I was horned.

I had thought about little else all day. 

I grabbed the reins and my cock led me to the local bookstore, drooling all the way…

The gay theatre is empty.  I check the straight one.  Surprise.  There are half a dozen men here watching multiple-guys-on-one-girl porn.   The cocksucker’s chair is filled—literally.  A very heavy man is sitting there.  He currently has no takers.  But guys are stroking—or squeezing dick through the fabric of their pants.

I sit along the wall in one of the few vacant chairs.   I have a clear visual of a man a row ahead of me flogging his tiny dick.  I have to turn around to see most of the other men.  When I hear a rustle behind me, I look to see one of the horned guys get up and make use of the cocksucker’s mouth.  I set my dick free—and stroke to the porn.

My eyes get used to the darkness.  Right across from me, against the far wall, is a young man.  Around 28 or so.  He is African-American, with a handsome profile, a mostly trim body and a sizable cock.  He is stroking at an incredibly fast pace.  I turn back to the movie and sneak an occasional glimpse at him.  His hand moves quicker as up on the huge television a hung Black man takes the girl anally, while white cocks are in her two other holes.

I watch the movie—expecting him to drop a load any moment.

But I catch him looking at me.

A lot.

He looks away at the screen whenever our eyes chance to meet.

Suddenly he puts his cock away—tenting his jeans—and leaves the room.  I linger a minute, waiting to hear the door to the gay room shut.  But nothing.  I put my dick in my pants and go out into the dark hallway.  I check the three preview booths, thinking he may be there. 

Nothing.

I decide he’s gone—or in the arcade.  I go to the gay cinema just to see.  And there he is.  I shut the door, just as quietly as he must have.  He is leaning against the wall.  Stroking.

I sit in the cocksucker’s chair over here, not sure what he wants—if anything with someone so much older.

We stroke in unison.  The porn here is mild after the group effort on the straight side.

He looks at me.

I catch him at it.

He turns away.

And again—the same thing.

Then he walks over, rather duck like with his pants around his knees.  Is he offering me his dick?

He whispers:  “May I suck you?”

I nod.  He kneels.  His mouth is big.  His tongue is velvety.  He’s good for his young age—or a natural.  He makes my cock very happy.

“Lick my balls.”

“Yes, Daddy…”  His fat tongue does a great job there, too.

My hand directs his head to go back to my drooling shaft.  He licks up my precum before ovaling his lips and taking me deep.

I sigh.

He works harder.  But I’m not close. 

He pulls off me.  “Will you fuck me?  Please?”

I nod and stand up.  He gets up and takes his pants off completely.  I bend him over, so he is holding onto the backs of the chairs in front of us.  It arches his full butt cheeks perfectly.  My hand grazes the tight curls of black hair all over them—and a forest of it in his ass crack.

I kneel and sink my tongue into him.  He gasps. He begins to whimper as I go to work.  I drill into his tight hole.  I love his showered-but-slightly-sweaty-from-all-the-jerking smell and taste.

He is panting now.  And groaning.  “Nobody eats me out…” he murmurs.  “Nobody.”

I re-double my efforts.  My cock is rock hard as I tongue his ebony mounds.  I lube myself up as my tongue drills into his now not so tight pucker.

I need to fuck.

“You want me raw?” I ask as I stand up.

“Yes, he whispers.  “I want your cum in me.”

My head pushes in.  He gasps.  I wait.  The kid is tight—but no virgin.  His hole relaxes and sucks me in.  I fuck him slowly.  Deliberately.  Each stroke is my full length.  His hand never leaves his big cock.

I slap his ass.  The sound fills the room.  And ignites the kid.  He pushes back now, to meet every thrust.  He moans louder and begins mumbling a string of profanity.  His ass tightens down.  I am sure he’s going to shoot before I do.

“Cum, man, cum in me…”

And that does it for him.  He shoots a massive load on the floor.  A spurt with each thrust I pound into him.

I slow. 

And he moves abruptly, disconnecting us.  “Sorry,” he pants.  “It’s too much after…” leaving it unfinished.   He accepts a piece of paper towel to clean up.

I go back to the straight side for someone to take my load. 

No one is there.

The porn has changed to something generic.

I wait around—Nobody is here. 

Finally I go home, vowing to return tomorrow night…