Showing It Off

 Near Home—April, 2022

I went to Easter dinner (with what family remains here in Michigan) still thinking about that hot moment of felching and loading the Linebacker.  I couldn’t get it out of my head.  I dreamed a variation of the scene that night, awaking at one point with a terrifically hard dick.  The next morning, my plumped, if not hard, cock dictated what I was doing that day—so off we went to bookstore, to see who needed relief after seeing their family…

 

The parking lot is packed.  Men are everywhere.  There are no seats in the straight theatre.  There are a few in the gay cinema.  My entrance there stops a blow job.  I do a ‘don’t mind me gesture’ and sit in the back corner.  They resume—an older cocksucker sitting down front giving head to a man around his age.  I watch a little and haul out my ready-to-go cock.  I look at the guy in the cocksucker’s seat, but he is more interested in the movie than me.

I stroke.  There is movement on the far wall.  A young man has emerged from the dark corner behind the door.  He is in a white A-shirt and clinging running shorts.  As a number of us watch, he turns and leans against the black wall.  His ass arches out towards us.  He grinds it.

Men watching take their cocks out if they weren’t stroking before.  The young man reaches back and pulls the waist band of the running shorts down.  Ever so slowly.  He is revealing, inch by inch, a pale white, perfectly formed, bubble butt.  He moves again—arching the now bare butt towards us.  He looks over his shoulder—watching the men stroke to his performance. 

One guy gets up.  He tries to turn the guy around so he can blow him.  The young man resists and shakes his head.  I sigh—some people are so bad at reading signals.  I stand up, my cock swinging as I walk.  I kneel, inches away from that perfect ass.  I thrust my face into the crack between those two hairless mounds. My tongue finds his pucker.  The young man does a deep intake of breath and grinds his perfect ass into my face. 

I lick the entire length of his crack.  My beard comes into play, too.  I lick and spit and drill into his hot butt.  The kid moans and pants, smashed against the wall.

“I want your cock…” he whimpers.  “Fuck me.”

“Fuck him with that big dick,” says a voice somewhere behind me.

I stand up, my cock resting between his ass cheeks, bathed in the spit I left behind.  “You want my raw cock?” I whisper in the young man’s ear.  I mentally pray he doesn’t tell me to rubber up.

“Every inch of it, daddy,” he whispers back.

I lube my dick lightly.  There is lots of saliva there to help.  I slap his ass with my hard cock.  He braces against the wall and arches his ass out once again.  My cock head disappears into his pucker.  A guy comes over to watch as my cock enters him.  Slowly, but smoothly—never needing to stop until my untrimmed pubes are grinding into his cheeks.

Now I pause. 

The young man pants.  He fists his hard cock for the first time.  “Go ahead.  Fuck me now.”

I begin the in and out. Slowly at first.  And not too far out.  But I build.  His hand moving on his cock is telling me he wants more.  In moments I am piston fucking his hole.

“Fuck, yes…do me.” 

I give him several strokes of long dicking—just my cockhead left in him on the backstroke.

Suddenly I stop, pull out and go to my knees.  I bury my face in his wet ass.  He moans and stifles a sob that erupts from his throat.  I lick up some of his copious ass jizz, stand up and plow back into him.

“Cum in me.  I want your load.”  His hand is a blur on his own dick.  “Please...”

I am not sure I can cum yet, but I know I will if I can.  I want to send his hot ass home with my seed.

“You like my cock?” I whisper in his ear. “You really want my cum?”

“Yes…yes…” he pants.

I angle my fuck slightly differently and hit his prostate.  That does it.  His cock begins firing splat after wet splat against the cinder block wall; the whiteness of the semen in stark contrast with the black paint on the blocks.

The young man pulls off me.  “I can’t take anymore…” he pleads.

He is suddenly really aware of his stroking audience.  He finds a wet wipe in his sock and hurries back into the darkness or the corner to clean up.  I let my finger trace a tiny pattern in the blob of semen on the wall before I bring the stickiness up to my mouth to taste it.  The door opens and closes—he’s gone.

I turn to the eight men in the room, all but one with their cock out.  Instantly, they put them away.  Half of them leave in a quick exodus.  I decide to wash up a little myself.

When I come back the crowds in both theatres have lightened.

Now it’s my mouth, not my dick that comes into play.  I get five loads quite easily…