"Do You Think I Can Take It?"

 Near Home—June, 2023

 

A Sunday afternoon at the bookstore towards the end of June…

 

It’s a bright afternoon.  And hot.  I can’t wait to get out of my hot car and into the cool building. I lock up, pay my admission and go sit in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video room.  My sex life in the last few weeks has been mostly fucking, so I am certainly ready to suck some dick.  There is only one man in here.  He is way off to the side.  He is watching the sex on the screen quite avidly—but does not pay any attention to the fact that there is now someone else in the room.

I stroke.  The video is fairly hot.  I like to see all three holes in play if I’m watching straight sex.  It’s happening here.  And sometimes with two men filling two at the same time.

The door opens.  A man around my age comes in.  He’s a regular—and loves to suck me.  I let him have his way with my cock.  He’s good—but I have never even been close to orgasm with his mouth on me.  I think of him as a great warm-up sucker.

And he proves me right.  He sucks my dick and licks my balls (when I remind him) until his knees give out.

I stroke.  The other man in the room leaves, having shot discreetly into a piece of paper towel he produced from inside his underwear.

A thickly built, white man enters.  He is my age, too.  He sports a long dark blond beard with closely cropped hair on top. He has a rather weathered face that makes me think he works outside.  He chooses to sit right next to me on my two-seater.  He kneads his jeans with a big hand.  His thick fingers squeeze his covered erection as the action on the screen heats up.

A light skinned Black man enters.  I haven’t seen him in ages.  (He is not the man who, in recent posts, I talk having the same size/shape cock as mine, in just a darker hue.  It has been so long since I’ve seen this guy, he may not even have a blog entry.)  He is, perhaps, just turning 50 and is in great shape.  He pulls me up and gives me a hug.

“It’s been forever…”

I agree with him.

“I finally got fucked by a guy with a thin cock…”

I remember that when we first met, he wanted my cock but knew he couldn’t take me as he was an anal virgin.  He would rub my shaft up and down his ass crack, each time we happened to meet.

“Do you think I can take it?”

“One way to find out.  Get me good and wet.”

He goes to his knees.  I had forgotten how good his mouth skills are.   He sucks and licks and leaves copious amounts of his spit all over my head and shaft.

“Eat me out—like you used to…”  He drops his shorts around his ankles.

I suddenly remember the old set up here, back when there were actual folding theatre seats in what became the gay cinema.  He would bend over down front, leaning on the seats and I would lick his hole and ass crack.  And then my cock would be sliding up and down between his furry cheeks.

He bends and I begin lick his butt.  I have no idea, now, if it is looser than it was.  It still feels like a very tight pucker.  I lick and spit and lube my dick—for I am going to need way more than spit to get inside him.

The man with the full beard opens his fly and strokes to the sex happening next to him. 

“Lick me some more…Please.”

I keep drilling with my tongue.  He is stroking his rather, short but thick dick.  Finally, I stand up.  For a minute or two I slide up and down his crack, like the old days.  But now my cock head targets his pucker.  I push.  It slowly seems to open. 

He groans.  “Go slow.”

I can’t go any slower—or I won’t be entering him at all.  I back up and try again.  It feels like half my cock head is in him.  He groans like I am full embedded in his ass.  I rock into him and back.  I am not going any deeper.  I re-lube.  This time, I get maybe another quarter inch into him.

“I feel so full,” he groans beneath me. 

And suddenly, it’s all over.  He spurts onto the floor under him.  He cleans up, proud that he ‘took’ me.  I don’t say anything.  He leaves—very happy.

“That was hot,” says my seat mate.  His hand reaches out and strokes my cock. 

I tell him how little got into the guy.

The door opens.  The man who sucked me earlier returns.  This time he sucks the man with the beard, while I am slowly jacked by those hands with the thick fingers.   As usual, in about 7 minutes, the sucker’s knees tire.  He excuses himself.

“I’ve wanted to do this for the last hour…”  The man with the beard leans over and takes me deep into his mouth.  His beard feels fabulous on my balls.  He has one of those tongues that never stops moving.  Usually, side by side sucks can be a rotten angle for my cock, but not with him.  He is making me feel very good.

He groans with all my dick deep inside his throat.  He comes up for air and begins to deep throat me each time.

I surprise myself with the words: “You want my load?”

He grunts out an affirmative—and I give it to him.  Five big blasts and he swallows it all…

I am panting.  He comes up for air.

“Would you fuck me sometime?” he asks.

“If you clean my dick up…”

He smirks and licks me clean.

Phone numbers are exchanged and I go home sated…