Fingering His Ass

 Near Home—September, 2023

 

A Friday afternoon at the end of the month—and I’m bored. So, it’s off to the bookstore…

 

I am sitting off to the side in the straight theatre.  The shaved head man (who usually works the room with his partner, both sucking as much cock as possible) approaches.  He is on his own today.  He gives me five minutes of great head—a great warm up for a busy afternoon.  Just as I feel he wants to move on, a man who has to be over 70 approached me.  He’s taken his Viagra.  I have never touched a harder cock.

“Suck it.  Please,” he whispers.

I take him in my mouth while the man between my legs stays in place when he sees what’s happening.  Having someone on my dick as I suck is always good.  The super hard cock does not have much staying power.  I am swallowing his load in just a few minutes.  The sucker and the suckee both go out the door together.

Another man approaches.  He is a little younger.  His cock will not get hard.  And I keep finding lint on my tongue.  I make my excuses and leave.

In the gay theatre I see Big Balls #1 from a few visits ago.  He is in the cocksucker’s chair and putting it to good use.  A large man with a small dick is receiving head from Big Balls.  I love watching how enthusiastic Big Balls is about cock as he sits there with his shorts and underwear around his ankles.  When he’s aware of me, he pulls his own cock out from under the long T-shirt.  It’s only semi-hard—I kneel to fix that.  My mouth gets him hard—and this seems to make him even more active with the cock in his own mouth.  The guy in Big Ball’s mouth is enjoying the show as much as the blowjob.

I remember Big Balls likes fingers up his ass.  I spit on my middle finger and begin toying with his pucker.  This causes him to groan and slide forward slightly to give me easier access.  I don’t stop working his wide cock head with my tongue as my finger glides into his ass.  Big Balls groans.  The guy he’s blowing starts to fuck his face.  I work a second finger up him.  He groans again, around the stubby cock pummeling his face.  And now three fingers…Big Balls groans—and makes the guy shoot who’s fucking his face.  The moment the face fucker climaxes, Big Balls shoots in my mouth, too.  Perfect timing.

The two spent men leave.  I go piss and come back to the gay theatre.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat.  There is a new man here who I’ve never seen before.    He is tall, maybe 35, and wearing jeans and a plain white Tee.  His skin tone looks even darker next to the very white fabric.  He nods to me, standing by the side wall.  I nod back.

He takes his dick out the moment I start stroking mine.  He is well hung.

“You have me beat,” he says softly.  I would have said we had the same amount of cock—until it is in my mouth.  Now I know he’s not as big around as me—as I am not worried about my teeth on him.

The door opens.  The guy pulls out of me and covers himself up.  A regular comes in and sits.  The guy in the white Tee moves into the back corner.  I leave my chair and kneel before him.  Now I really have a better angle to suck.   And lick his fragrant balls.  The hair is so kinky here—and profuse.  I leave his nuts very wet as I go back to his cock.

He stops me for a second to unfasten his jeans and pull them down to his knees.  His designer jock follows.  My free left hand instantly cups his butt cheek.  It’s a lovely bubble butt.  Not particularly hairy.  My finger worms its way into his ass crack.  He inhales deeply, the moment I touch his pucker.  And his cock drools a single drop of precum on my tongue.  He groans.  I take it as an affirmative, that he wants my finger up his butt.

And he does.  He pushes back on it, fucking himself as I hold my hand in place.  His cock is even harder now.  In moments, I am taking another load down my throat.

I really want to give him my number so we can fuck properly, but he is out of the room, the moment I stand up and his pants are pulled up.

I go back to the cocksucker’s seat.  The man who came in is a guy I used to fuck bare.  Now he wants a condom if we fuck.  He always strips naked here—and he is sitting there, totally nude but for socks, on the chair. 

He sucks my cock.

Then we reverse.  I stay in my chair and he stands, feeding me his semi hard dick.  Inspired by the work of my fingers earlier, I start playing with his ass as I suck.  He takes the middle.

“More…” he groans.

I add a second.  He shudders as if he is orgasming, but no ejaculate flows out of him.  But he’s done and thanks me before dressing and taking off…

*

I am back on the straight side.  A white guy, with crude jail house tats, is leaning against the wall, eyeing my dick.

“You fuck?”

I eagerly say yes.

He hands me a Magnum before dropping his pants and bending over in front of me, using the back of a bench for support.  I roll the condom on and lube up.  I slide in. 

The door opens.  A one-time regular, who I haven’t seen in years, comes in.  He watches and strokes his ebony cock to the fuck. 

I fuck the tatted guy hard.  He is stroking to my fuck rhythm.  I can sense he will get off quickly—and he does—dropping a big load on the linoleum.

“That was hot,” says the man watching.

He sits next to me and we chat as no one else is in the room.  He tells me he was here again, for the first time since the pandemic, about a week ago.  A Hispanic guy had rimmed him.  “I’d never thought I like a tongue on my ass.  But it was good.  Do you rim?”

I smile and tell him I have rimmed a few men…

He drops his pants.  He bends in the same position as the guy I just fucked.  I rim his butt.  He groans.  “So much better…” he mutters.  I keep going.

And he doesn’t let me stop.  I stand up and slap my hard cock against his ass.  He spins away from me, making it clear that a fuck isn’t happening.  I stretch my legs and do round two on his ass.  Then round three.

My tongue is tired and I know my neck will be feeling it tonight.  I finally tell him I need to stop.  I am surprised that my engorged dick is barely even noticed by him.  He pulls up his pants and leaves.

I stroke.

No one is around. 

The door opens.  I recognize the man who enters.  He’s white, likely 45 to 50 and a body that was once ripped now showing signs of neglect.  He loves my cock…

“Sir, can you throat fuck me?”

I nod.  I stand up as he kneels.  My cock slaps his face.

“I’ve been eating ass and stroking,” I tell him.  “Open your mouth.”

He does and I push into him.  He knows what he’s doing.  I hold still for a long time and let him enjoy feeling my cock in his mouth.

“You don’t usually get my load, do you?”

He grunts.

I begin to face fuck him.  “You always ask for it right after I arrive.”  I pick up the pace.  “Well, not today.”

He groans around my dick. 

“I’ve sucked a lot of cock too.”  I fuck his mouth.  “I swallowed three loads.”

He grunts his approval or shock.  I can’t tell.

“I fucked a guy and ate another guy’s ass.”  I pull out and slap his cheeks again.  My cock is now coated with his deep throat slime and I leave snail trails on his cheeks.  I push back into his mouth.

“You want my cum?”

This grunt is definitely affirmative.  I grab and his ears and fuck without mercy.  I know he can take it.  The harder I fuck, the more he loves it.  I can see that he’s hard and straining through his pants.

And I’m there.  “Take it,” I bark out.  “Take my cum.”  I shoot at least four volleys of seed down his throat before I’m too sensitive for his mouth.  I pull out and smear the last spurt on his face.

He thanks me.  Profusely.

I can’t be sure—but I think I have made him shoot in his pants…