“Swallow Mine Like You Did His…”

 Near Home---March, 2022

It is no secret to my readers that I love variety—both in life and sex.  So it should be no surprise that if my last write up was about heavy anal play and fisting—the next night I was free for sex I wanted something totally different.  I found it at the local bookstore…

 

It’s a Friday night.  Nights at the bookstore have been sparse lately.  Judging from the parking lot as I arrive—that may still be the case.  But there are more cars than I expected.  I buy my ticket.  The straight theatre has a couple of guys in it.  They are both very into the movie and don’t seem to be looking for play.  I go next door.  I am alone in the gay theatre.  I sit in the back row and wait, stroking to some decent bareback porn.  In no time the door opens and swooshes shut rather noisily.  It is a white guy—around my age.  His hair is cut very short—likely to try to disguise the fact that it is turning grey.  He sits in the corner nearest to my chair.  He unzips promptly and begins stroking to the porn.

And me.

He spends a lot of time looking at the screen and then at me and back again.  I catch his eye.  I give him a half smile and nod.

A long moment.  Then:

“May I suck it?”

“Sure.”

He kneels in front of me, supporting himself by leaning on my knees on the way down.  He takes me in his mouth—well, actually just the head of my dick goes into his mouth.  He strokes my shaft with his right hand as me licks me.  He is sure this is a terrific blow job for he takes me out of his mouth and points my dick away from both of us as if my cum will be exploding from my balls at any moment.  Not just once—he does it again and again.  It doesn’t feel bad—it’s just not very good.  He seems to love it.  His small dick, which he left out of his pants, is throbbing and drooling onto the floor.

He does a few more rounds of suck my head/stroke my shaft/pull it out and point it away before his knees get tired.  He stands up, slowly.  His cock is right at my eye level.  I take it into my mouth without asking.

“Oh!” he exclaims and begins shooting his jizz down my throat.  Spurt after spurt—a massive load.  He thanks me sheepishly and takes off.

I wander over to the straight side, swig my water bottle and watch the watchers.  I stay there until I hear the door open and close next door.  I go back.  Two men have come in.  One white, one Black and they are both stripping naked.  We nod to each other.  The white guy is tall, mid thirties with an unkempt beard.  The other man is short, his hair pulled back in bun.  His fingernails are painted a shiny black.

They talk to each other.  I learn they have been here most of the day.  They seem to be coming down off something.  Neither can get hard.  They beat their soft meat.  The stroke each other.  They take turns with their mouths.  Nothing helps. 

The shorter guy finally gives me some head, gets distracted by where his poppers are, and stops.  I excuse myself.

I go back to the straight side.  New men have arrived.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat—as there is a man, wanking his dick, leaning against the wall right next to it.  I get mine out and stroke, too.  This inspires a guy in a plaid cap, sitting in front of me to take his out, as well.

The bearded guy on the wall swivels towards me.  It’s a good seven incher.  He stands stock still as I suck him.  I finally get a vocal reaction from him when my tongue goes to his balls.  When I swallow him down again, he grabs my ears and begins face fucking me.

“Tell me you want my load.”

I can do nothing but grunt affirmatively around the pile driving dick.  The moment he hears me, he fires into my mouth.  Nothing like the quantity of the first load I got, but sizable.  He grunts some thanks and tries to pull out of my mouth.  I hold him by the balls until I clean up every drop.

The man in the cap has turned and has been watching us.  He is beating his dick furiously.  I think he wants some, too. There is a movement by the door.  A short white guy, who’d been down front, seemingly has come back to stroke to the blow job.  He walks over and sticks a short fat cock in my mouth.

“Swallow mine like you did his…” he hisses.

He is aroused.  I do no more than swipe my tongue over his piss slit a couple of times before he blows.  A small, acrid load coats my tongue.  He pulls out, and still dripping, shoves his wilting dick into his shorts as he leaves.

Plaid Cap stands up.  “You clean?”

I hate that phrase.  I shrug and tell him I’ve swallowed three loads tonight—so who knows.

It doesn’t deter him.  He comes back, but stops.  He has a dick that is my length—but much thinner.  He stands next to my chair.  I can feel him making the decision.  And he offers it to me. 

It’s a hot cock—and a hotter head space to have the guys back to back like this.  He stands still and lets me do his dripping cock as I want.  I take him to the root repeatedly.  His thinner dick feels incredibly good going down my throat.  I come back up each time and clean out his dripping piss slit.

“I can’t take much more of this…” he mumbles.  “Swallow my load.  Please.  Don’t spit it out.”

And he begins firing.  I can’t even taste the first 2 spurts.  They go right down my throat.  The rest of his spunk puddles up on my tongue to be savored and swallowed. 

My dick is telling me he needs to get off.  The three loads in my mouth back to back is playing with my head.  I hold onto Plaid Cap’s balls.  He can’t pull out, even if he wanted.  I get another drool of cum from his cock—and I fire splatter after splatter of jizz onto the stained floor in front of me.