Leather Jacket

 Near Home—October, 2023

 

I was horned.  I had made a date with Kieran, the bearded married man who gives me his ass (but is a driven cocksucker) to meet in the playroom.  He was late.  Finally, I got a text.  His pickup was not running and he was still working on it.  Damn! 

I know him well enough that it was not some excuse to get out of the hook up.  In fact, we agreed to meet the next day if he could get it working.  But what was I to do with my afternoon?  Go find someone for my swelling cock, of course…

 

The parking lot has five cars in it.  I think about just turning around, but I don’t.  I go in.  I have my pick of seating in the straight theatre.  I choose the cocksucker’s seat.  There is only one other man here on this Wednesday afternoon, just after noon.  He is sitting way down front and jerking relentlessly to the big breasted woman getting fucked on the screen.  I am more taken with the tattooed man working her over—he is a natural Dom and makes her work for her pleasure.

The guy down front stands up and shoots, careful to keep it off his clothes.  He leaves, with a curt nod to me.  I am alone. For a long time.  I have often seen crowds of men here on a Wednesday afternoon.  In fact, I met Kieran here on a Wednesday.

I stroke.

I go next door.  The gay movie is too young for me.  And talkative.  I don’t want to hear about the pornster’s first time.  There is one man here, a regular, who mostly keeps to himself.  I go back to the straight side.

I stroke.

New scene, new woman, same Dom.  She is licking his asshole as I take my cock back out.  I wonder what she’s thinking…

The door opens.  A white man, maybe in his late 40’s/early 50’s comes in.  He is middle height, trim and wearing a leather jacket.  He stands, leaning against the back wall.  He watches the screen intently.  I swear I can see the crotch of his jeans plump.

He finally looks over at me.  “Well, fuck. Now that’s a cock.”

“Thanks.”

“You should be up there.”  He jerks a thumb at the big screen television.

I shrug and tell him I’ve done a little porn.  He wants to know more.  I tell him about the two gangbangs.  He is much more interested in my time at the FTM studio.  “I’ve always wanted to meet a trans guy,” he admits.  “That way around,” he clarifies.

We are talking enough now, that he asks if he can sit with me.  The moment he sits on the far side of me, he pulls out his cock, an uncut seven incher.  It’s not thick and just the head has a slight upward curve.

“You gay or bi or what?” he asks.

“Mostly gay, but known to wander…I love a hot hole.”

“I like that.  Mostly straight here, but I love the way men suck cock.”

I don’t immediately volunteer to suck him.

We chat.  He’s from a smaller town in northern Michigan.  Here on family stuff.  Couldn’t decide to come here or the casino with his free afternoon. 

We lapse into silence.  We both jerk to the video.  The Dom has had a male friend come over and the woman is about to get DP-ed.

“Always wanted to do that,” he murmurs, stroking harder.

I tell him I have DP-ed.

“I don’t mean two dicks in some guy.”

“I’ve done that a lot, but I got to DP a woman with another big dicked daddy.”

Now he’s all ears.  I tell him a little more.  He jerks.

He looks at me.  I know what’s coming before he says it.  “Would you…” he takes his hand off his cock, offering it to me.

I don’t answer.  I just go to my knees.  He sighs as I take him to the root.  His thin dick is the perfect girth for me, so I don’t have to worry about my sharp canines.  I suck.  His foreskin becomes very juicy. 

“Love your tongue on me,” he groans. 

This makes me really use it to pull back his foreskin and get inside it.

He moans again.  “Can I fuck your face?”

I pull off him and give him room to stand.  He grabs the sides of my head and pulls me back onto his cock.  He pumps.  Relentlessly.  Deep on every thrust.  But he can’t get off.  He finally stops, asking for a moment.

I sit back down.

“Do you suck?” I ask.

He turns away.  If he turns red in the face, I can’t see it the gloom.

“A little,” he admits.  “A long time ago.”

“Want to try me?”

“You’re just the type of guy I’d like to—big dicked, sure of himself…”

We watch the video.  To my amazement, the woman takes the loads in her pussy and her ass—and squeezes them out for our viewing pleasure.  I suddenly feel his hand on my cock.  He goes to his knees and takes me into his mouth.  He groans around my thickness as it fills him.  “So big…” I think he mumbles.

His technique is nothing great.  But it’s super-hot watching this man suck my dick, conceivably the first cock he’s had in his mouth in 25 years.  Or maybe it’s just a line he uses all the time…

“Lick my balls, too.”

He pulls off me and goes down to the hairy sacks.  They are sweaty—and I don’t know if he truly appreciates the heady aroma of me at my most primal.  But he licks them.  And back up the shaft.  I wonder about what would happen if I filled his mouth with cum.

He stops.  And stands.  “Do me again.  I’m dripping…”  I lean forward.  His cock is indeed wet.  He allows me my own speed at first, then fucks my face again.  But he can’t go over the edge.

“I’m sorry.”

I shrug.  “It’s been fun.”

He nods.  “Not what I though would happen when I stopped in here.”

“What did you think?”

“A quick wank and on my way.”

We’ve been playing for over an hour.  I tell him that.

He gasps and quickly shoves his cock back in his underwear.

“I gotta get out of here.” 

I nod.

He stops at the door and turns.  “I really liked it.  Now I’m gonna wonder what I would have done if you’d cum in my mouth...”  He tries for a smile and leaves.

I wonder the same thing…