Tables Turned

 Near Home—December, 2023

I needed my cock sucked.  I wanted to just sit back, watch some porn and let the regulars at the bookstore get their fill of my dick.  It was a Tuesday; a day I’d learned I could depend on finding who I needed…

Another in the category of ‘Man plans and God laughs…’

 

I walk into the straight theatre.  The man I have christened The Voyeur is waving his very hard, very black cock in front of someone’s face.  I assume I have just interrupted a blow job in progress.  I sit on the side of the room and away from them.  I take out my cock.

The Voyeur sits down next to the guy, a man I’ve never seen before.  He is white, likely 50, maybe a little less.  The Voyeur whispers in his ear.  The guy stands up.  He is dressed in work clothes.  He could easily be one of the men doing the road work on the local Interstate.  The Voyeur stands and they move towards me.

“Suck our dicks.”

The Voyeur’s thin cock slaps my cheek.  It leaves some precum in my beard.  The Voyeur all but pulls me out of my seat and I go to my knees.  The Voyeur begins to fuck my face.  No warm up licking allowed.  He is in need.  He fucks, using only about two thirds of his length.  Then he pushes all of himself down my throat.  His last half inch makes me choke.

The other guy pulls me off The Voyeur.  And onto him.  My face is shoved into his hairy balls, fragrant from a morning’s work.  I lick them, thoroughly.  He lets me work up the thick shaft of his above average cock.  His head is drooling.  I lick him clean and take him into my mouth.  He groans.  He doesn’t fuck my face.  Yet.  He just let’s me get to know his sweaty dick.  The smell of him is making my own cock spew pre-cum.  It’s fresh sweat and wonderful.

Suddenly, I am pulled back onto The Voyeur.  This time he let’s me suck him at my own speed and using all the tricks of my tongue.  The road worker strokes his now wet cock, occasionally slapping my cheek with it.  I suck the Voyeur until he pushes me back onto the other dick.

This time the Road Worker fucks my face.  I have to oval big, but he’s not going to make me gag with his length.  My hand finds his wet balls.  I caress them as he fucks into my face.

“I’m going to shoot,” barks out The Voyeur.  I make it back onto the erupting dick just in time.  I get a mouthful of sperm and then he pushes deeper to let it drain straight down my throat.  I can feel when he’s no longer shooting and work him out of my throat and back into my mouth.  I get the last dribble on my tongue.  But The Voyeur is too sensitive for a clean up.  He pulls me off him and pushes me towards the other dick.  I briefly wonder if a load in my mouth will turn the other guy off.

It turns him on.  He fucks my mouth again.  When he pauses, I go for his balls.  I can’t get enough of them.  He jerks happily as I take each of the hairy orbs into my mouth.  I bend down and pull his balls up.  I lick the spot right behind them.  He stops stroking himself as he moans out his pleasure.

I go back to his dick.

“I’m gonna give you such a big load…” he mumbles. 

“Give it to him,” says The Voyeur, who has been doing up his pants while watching us.

I stop licking his balls and go back to sucking cock.  And it’s working.  The guy is close.  I feel him tense up.

“I’m gonna shoot.”

I don’t go anywhere.  I pick up the pace.

“Oh, fuck….”

And the guy is there.  He is shooting a massive load into my mouth.  The Voyeur always shoots big, but this guy has him beat.  He fires volley after volley of cum into my mouth.  It is thick, viscous and flavorful.  I have to swallow fast not to choke.

I feel The Voyeur pat my shoulder and I hear him leave as I get every last drop out of Road Worker.  He lets me clean his cock with my tongue.  He even lets me lick his balls, briefly, before I go back and get the last drop oozing out of his deflating cock.

“I needed that,” he says gruffly and shoves his package back into his boxer briefs.  He gives me a playful pat on the top of my head.  “You have a great dick,” he says as an afterthought.  “Hope you find some lucky guy.”

And he leaves.  I am still on my knees.  My head is swimming with what just happened.

The change of my plans was hot—and I had just swallowed two huge loads in my first eleven minutes. 

But it was not to continue.   Almost no one else was around.  No one sucked my cock.  A hot, long-haired man stroked to me stroking—but all he wanted to do was to heft the size of my dick and call me a “lucky fucker.”

As indeed I am…