Circle Suck

 Near Home—March, 2023

 

A Sunday afternoon, towards the middle of the month.  I went to the bookstore closest to me… 

 

There are only a few cars in the lot.  I sigh.  I’m horny.  It’s been a full week since I have played.  I go in and exchange pleasantries with the young woman behind the counter.  I buy my ticket, piss and go into the straight theatre.  I’m surprised.  There are four guys here—one more than there were cars out in the lot.  I sit against the side wall as the seat along the back wall is filled.  Once I take out my dick, all four men resume stroking.  Well, well…

I watch the movie.   I hear the guy in the back row get up.  Seconds later he taps me on the shoulder.  He’s a white guy, around my age and build, though his hard, dripping cock is not as big.  He touches my cheek with the wet head.  I crane around to suck him, but it’s uncomfortable—I just go to my knees in front of him.

Instantly I am ringed by two other men, both stroking.  One is a Mexican I have not seen before, rather short and round.  The other is an older Black man who I often swap oral with after everyone else leaves.  I suck the white guy deep into my throat.  He pulls out of me and pushes my head over to the Mexican.  I suck his small, uncut cock for a moment, before my head is guided to the big Black cock I know quite well.  I suck—and groan deep in my throat.

Once again, I am guided back to the first cock of the night.  The men are jerking when I am not on them—and breathing heavily.  I take the first guy into my mouth.  “Oh, fuck!” he groans.  He pulls out.  He shoots his load on my face—first shot to my cheek, the rest in my beard.  I grab his balls, hold him there and lick his cock head clean.

“Take me,” grunts the Mexican. 

I turn.  He goes between my lips.  Instantly he is firing off, bucking into my mouth.  I barely taste him as he shoots it all into the back of my throat.  He pulls out sheepishly, and turns fast so I can’t clean his foreskin.

The Black man is turned on—he usually takes as long as I do to shoot.  Not tonight.  His cock goes into my mouth and he gives me a massive amount of cum.  Spurt after spurt of his jizz pools on my tongue.  I swallow it all and he allows me to clean him up.

The three of them leave.  Maybe seven minutes have elapsed.  I sit back in my chair.  My cock is dripping, hard and angry looking.

The last guy in the room stands up.  “That was hot,” he tells me.

I can only nod as I try to get my breathing under control.

He comes closer.  He’s white, late 30’s and very hairy.  Chest hair shows along his tee shirt neck line and his bare arms are covered.

“I don’t want your mouth; I want you in my ass.”

I can’t believe my luck.  He drops his jeans to the floor and bends over, leaning on one of the chair backs.  I go to my knees again, but this time to eat ass.  I love how hairy his crack is on my tongue. 

“I cleaned deep, hoping you’d be here.” 

I’m confused.  I didn’t think I’d ever seen this guy before.  But I just keep licking. 

“Fuck me, stud.”

I stand up and enter him.  He’s tight.  I still make it all the way in.  He pants—and squeezes down on my cock.

 “I’d love your load…”

I slap his ass and keep fucking.  He arches his back—and I hear the popper bottle open.  He takes a hit.  I slap his ass and fuck him hard—through two more rounds of his poppers.

I really want to taste his wet ass crack.  I pull out.  And he’s dirty.  My cock wilts and I go wash…

*

I am alone.  No one was in the gay theatre when I came back from the washroom—so I am watching the better video on the straight side, now in the seat on the back wall.  Moments like this are when I wish I could get off easier—I should have shot my load as I got the last cumshot from that circle of men.

I sigh.  And stroke.

The door opens.  A white guy, around my age with a shaved head, comes in.  He stands next to me.  We watch the video.  It’s Italian—and with rougher sex than is usually shown here.  Shaved Head tents up very fast.  He unzips—and is in my mouth in no time at all.  He’s thicker, but not long.  A nice change.  He sighs and reaches down to feel mine.

“Hot,” he tells me.  And a few moments later he is on his knees giving me head.

The door opens again.  A white guy in his 40’s ambles in, takes in the scene and walks over to me, unzipping.  His long thin cock is already hard, and there is so much foreskin, it has not retracted.  My tongue soon takes care of that.  Shaved Head glances up to see me with a cock in my mouth.  He grins and goes back to working harder on me.

The next time he comes up for air, I touch the back of his head and bring him towards me.  I let him take a turn on Uncut.  I slip down and lick Uncut’s balls as Shaved Head sucks.  Uncut moans softly, drowned out by the woman wailing out her orgasm on the screen.

We switch back.  Uncut is now in command.  He is thrusting into my mouth.  I recognize the urgency. 

“You swallow?” he grunts out.

I make some sort of affirmative sound around his moving cock.  He now groans and unloads.  Shaved Head stops sucking so he can watch me take it—and swallow it down.  Uncut load is salty—and not as copious as he makes it sound.  I clean up his cock head and let go of his balls.  The moment he moves away to zip up, Shaved Head stands up.

“Take my load,” he grunts out.

I lean forward and get one more load down my throat.  Copious and sweet.

The two men leave together.

The place is now dead.  I watch a little more, but I refuse to shoot for the benefit of the linoleum…