Big Balls

 Near Home—September, 2023

I did one more trip to the bookstore, a few days after seeing Kieran.  I had gotten rid of the blue balls by jerking for the devil’s dick, but I wanted a really good mouth or ass (or both!) to make me cum.  It suddenly felt that it had been quite some time since that had happened...

 

I am in the straight theatre.  A bigger white guy is in the cocksucker’s seat.  On his phone.  I sit along the side wall.  A couple of men are also in here, but they don’t stay long.  I stroke for a bit then look back at the guy just as he puts his phone away.  He was a very long, bushy beard and a big bear body.  Likely mid-40’s.  He undoes his jeans as I watch.  A thick, but not long cock emerges.  Hard.  He strokes it.

There is a cum shot in the video.  I turn and look at the screen.  Moments later I feel the man at my shoulder.  “Let me suck that for you,” he whispers.   I take my hand away for my wet cock.  He moves around and kneels.  He has a big mouth—and no gag reflex.  He gives me great head.  Until he adds his hand.  It squeezes my shaft so tightly as his mouth stays on my cockhead with his busy tongue.

“You can lose the hand.  You don’t need it.”

He let’s go.  He goes back to working the whole shaft.  But when he stops sucking, he grabs my cock again.  Vice like.  As if I was trying to leave.  I actually let out an “Ouch!”  He let’s go and stands up.

“Knees are bad,” he grunts.  He shows me his cock.  It is thick, and about five inches long.  And his balls are enormous.  I lean in and suck his cock for a moment, but then I slip off the chair to my knees to tongue his massive ball sack.  He groans and strokes his cock furiously.  My left hand strays to his ass crack.  Instinctively, I work my index finger up his ass.  His moans increase.  Obviously, I am doing the right thing.

We go back and forth with each other for quite some time.  I can never quite cure him from holding onto me with a death grip.  After 20 minutes or so, when it is obvious neither of us will be cumming yet, he goes back to his seat.

I go to the gay theatre.  There is only one man here, unusual for this time on a Sunday.  He is a rather average looking, bigger white man in his late 40’s.  He opens his fly the moment I sit down.  Soon he is crawling across the floor to suck me.  Which he does quite well, if not with the expertise of the bearded man with the big balls.

When his knees get tired, he stands up.  His cock, which he’s been jerking as he sucked me, is average in size.  But his balls are every bit as big as the bearded guy.  I smile, lean forward and begin licking them.  He groans, unused to the pleasure of someone tonguing them as he continues to stroke his cock.

“That…feels great…” he pants.

I suck him a little, too, but I am all about his balls.  They are so big, I could never suck them into my mouth—so I don’t even try.  I just lick them and under them and back to the hairy sacks. 

“I’m going to shoot!” he says in wonder.  I take his cock into my mouth just in time.  The size of his load matches the size of his testicles.  He shoots what feels like gallons of cum down my throat.  He lets me clean him up and all but staggers out of the room—the orgasm having left him weak kneed.

I go back to the straight side.  Big Balls #1 is getting a blown by a man with a long grey beard.  I have never bothered to mention the sucker, though he is a regular.  His thing is never to suck the same cock twice.  (He spends a lot of his time here out in the parking lot, listening to the radio.)  He stays on the floor a long time—and finally gets Big Balls #1 off by sticking two fingers up his ass as he sucks…

*

The Latino, who has suddenly started cross dressing, asks me to condom up and fuck him.  He has only male attire on today, no lacy crop top hidden by a flannel shirt or cheerleader skirt under his Wranglers.  I latex up and fuck him bent over, his hands grabbing the back of a chair in front of him. 

The door opens.  A Black man, I haven’t seen since the pandemic, comes in.  We used to spend hours together when this place was open until 1am, trading off on sucking each other.  His once black hair is now a beautiful silver.  He nods at me and takes out his long slender cock and feeds it to the Latino.

I have never seen the Latino get spit roasted.  Actually, I have never seen him suck cock.  But he loves the idea today of two dicks in him at the same time.  He grabs his own stubby uncut one and jerks it. 

He can’t last.  The scene is too much for him.  He shoots a load on the floor.  I so wish I was in him raw—I would have shot myself, but I am nowhere close with a condom on. 

My old suck buddy and I share the cocksucker’s seat.  We talk—catching up a little, though we know nothing really about each other except from here.  Eventually he sucks me a little, which makes his dick get very hard.  We reverse.  At first, he’s all about my mouth, but as I keep working, he gets softer and softer.  He apologizes and says he has begun having erection issues.

We watch the movie.  A man arrives.  I go back to the floor.  The newcomer is sucked by my buddy.  Having a dick in his mouth keeps him hard.  He deflates as soon as the guy pulls out and leaves.

We chat about the video.  About my new work life.

A man arrives who I recognize from this place.  In the past he has campaigned for me to come to his house…but I know it would not be worth the drive.  And today he proves it again.  He chooses me to suck him.  The moment his cock is in my mouth, he huffs poppers.  Six seconds later he spews out his cum.  Nice load, but not for even 15 minutes in the car to his house…

He leaves. 

Silver Hair wanders off soon after. 

I go looking in the gay theatre and find no one.  It has cleared out very fast this afternoon.

I wait.

No one.

Once again, I go home and stroke one out for the devil’s dick…