From One Extreme to the Other

 Near Home—July, 2023

I had had such a good time on the Sunday afternoon at the bookstore, (written up in the last post) I went back at the same time the next week…

 

I sit in my favorite seat on the straight side, against the back wall.  The first person through the door is the same older Black man from last week.  He grins.  He wants more.  He unzips and I go to work.  He is rampant.  I am still sitting and remember that going to my knees gave me a better angle.  I do it.  But now his cock is softer.  He nods and encourages me, but the hardon is diminishing by the minute.  He’s flustered and I’m sure is thinking too much about it. 

We try it with him sitting down—and that’s worse.

He zips up and tells he’ll come find me if he can…

I sit back down and stroke.

A few men come in, look around and leave.  A very large Black man, new to me, stays.  He sits next to me.  He is handsome, bearded and carrying a tremendous amount of extra weight.  His eyes are all over my cock.  And soon his hand is on it, too.  I think back to the massive guy who gave me fabulous head last week.  I glance over.  This guy is hungry, I can tell.  I look away, then:

“I want to suck you.”

I nod, and stand, thinking that will be easier for him.  He grins…

And pulls out a condom.  He rolls it down my cock.  It is black latex and thick.  He begins the suck.  I can feel literally nothing but the pressure of his lips and thick tongue. 

I close my eyes.

“Are you close?”

My eyes open in disbelief, but manage a civil “No.”

He sucks some more.

“I want you to rip it off and cum all over my face when you are ready.  Spray it all over my beard.”

I have had enough.  My cock isn’t limp—but it is nowhere as hard as when he started.  I make my apologies and go to the gay theatre.

A white guy, around my age, sits in the cocksucker’s chair.  He is short and rather beefy.  I sit on a two-person bench against the side wall.  We watch the movie.  Suddenly he gets up and walks over, sitting down next to me.  “I know what you need.” 

Like a good cock sucking, I think.  He reaches and begins to stroke my dick.  It’s a pleasant warm-up. 

No, that is all he’s going to do.  He jerks my cock.  As he senses that I’m not ready to explode at his mere touch, his grip tightens.  He works harder. 

Now he is squeezing and it hurts.  I tell him so.  Nicely, I think.  He says nothing but I can tell he is offended.  He goes off to the arcade.

I stroke myself—with more feeling and without the death grip.

The door opens and a white man, a good ten years older than I, shuffles in.  He makes a beeline for me and sits next to me.  His very soft hands feel much better on my cock.  Then he bends and kisses the underside of the shaft.  He moves, wanting to kneel in front of me.  I help him down.  And he kisses the shaft again, little butterfly kisses.

Over and over.

And that is it.

Little licks.

“Do you want to suck it?” I ask, trying hard not to put any edge in my tone.

“I am.”

He continues.

“Try putting the head in your mouth.”

He sighs.  He does it and not too well.  Here is a man bringing decades of potential skill to my cock—and his damn lips brushing the underside of the shaft is better than him taking me into his mouth.

He goes back to what he seemingly does best.  I put up with it for a few minutes more—and have suddenly had enough.  I thank him and go back to the straight side.  Fuming.

The same day of the week (and even one of the same people) as last week and it is a total bust this time, anything but the cum sloppy afternoon I had before.  I should know better.  

And then that right person walks in.  He is white and somewhere between 35 and 40.  He is tall, and slim.  His jeans are tight, showing off a glorious ass and rounded bulge in front.  He goes right to his knees and sucks my cock expertly.  His left hand is opening his jeans as he takes me into his practiced throat.

Finally, he comes up for air.  Grinning broadly.  He stands up.  A thick, curved cock swings back and forth.  I suck him for a millisecond, before he turns and leans against the back of the bench in front of us.  His ass is delectable, mostly smooth with a tangle of hair in the crack.

“Eat my butt out…”

I don’t wait for a second invitation.  He’s tight.  My tongue constantly needs to drill into him. 

“I wish you could fuck, but you’re too big.” 

I groan but don’t stop worming my way into his hole.

The first Black guy comes back in. I don’t know if the sight of sex will help his erection issues—but I can hear a cock being sucked.

I lube a finger and use it to help open his hole.  He groans and encourages me.  I alternate between finger and tongue.

Eventually, we try my cock.  It fits perfectly.  “Oh, fuck, yes!” he chortles.  And goes back to the ebony cock in mouth.

I fuck.  I love seeing him with two dicks in him.  It makes my cock drip inside.

I keep up a steady pace.

“Breed me,” he grunts out.

It won’t take much more time.  After all the frustration, this is perfect.

“Fuck him with that big dick of yours,” says the man in his mouth.  He has hardened up, at least some, from the actual porn in front of him.

A few more strokes—and I shoot.  All the pent-up frustrations of earlier in the afternoon, disappear with each spurt…