Big Mouth

 Near Home—January, 2023

 

It should be no surprise that after all the ass play with Ross, that I wanted something different.  I went to the closest (and most reliable) bookstore, wanting some oral action.  And I didn’t care which side of it I was on…

 

The straight theatre is busy.  There are men standing along the back wall.  More are scattered around in the rows of seats.  All the single seats against the wall are taken.  I sit in the middle, on a two-seat bench.  There is no sex happening, but everyone in the room seems to be looking.  The door keeps opening and closing and the guys on the back wall are in constant rotation.

I open my fly and stroke.  I attract interest.  I know many of these cocksuckers.  At least three of these guys never play with me as I don’t cum in under three minutes—they are all on the hunt for that man. 

A very large man is looking at me.  I think I know him—but I haven’t seen him since the pandemic.   He is white, around my age and there is a lot of him.  He fills the chair he’s in.  He is alternating stroking to the video and to me.

One of the regular cocksuckers moves from the back wall and surveys me again.  I think he is going to warm me up.  The large man is suddenly on his feet, though it takes an effort.  He moves towards me, cutting the guy off who is coming from the back.  The large man sits next to me—there is just room for both of us on this bench.

“I remember this beauty,” he whispers.  “Can I suck it again?”

I nod.  (The man who was going to do me turns and flounces out of the room.)

The large guy bends, with an effort.  But the effect of his mouth on my cock is electric.  His tongue is everything you want in a cocksucker—busy and varied.  Great suction.  And his mouth is so big, my cock never feels a tooth.

The guy is uncomfortable bending this way.  After a few minutes he repositions, using the edge of the bench to get to the floor.  He is finally at the right angle for deep throat.  And he takes me effortlessly.  I am in heaven.  No teeth, of course, and none of that tightness in the back of the throat.  With some guys that tightness can feel good and still hurt at the same time—usually the latter for me.  This guy’s mouth is so much bigger it is effortless and wonderful.

He’s making a ton of spittle.  And using it.  Loving it—licking it up, sucking me clean and doing it all again.  He sucks happily.  I watch him and the anal sex happening up on the screen.  Totally content.

It can’t last.  His knees are paining him.  He tries to get up.  I stand and help, my wet cock swinging.  “Thanks,” he whispers.  “I hope to do more later.”  He shuffles out of the room.  As I’m standing, I decide to go see if things are happening next door.  I pass the Voyeur, the hot Black man, who occasionally lets me suck his long, thin dick.  I tell him about the velvet mouth on the guy, but the Voyeur only shakes his head at my taste in men.  I tell him talent trumps looks almost every time…

*

Next door, two men are finishing up, mopping at their cocks with napkins.  I sit in the corner.  They leave and the place is deserted.  Then the large man arrives.  He sits close to the screen.  Two more men filter in and stand along the side wall.  The Voyeur arrives and sits in the cocksucker’s chair.  Does he know??

We are the only two stroking.  The men along the wall are kneading.  I nod to the Voyeur.  He shrugs in a “I guess, why not?” gesture.  I kneel in front of him and suck.  He is an easy suck until his last half inch, when he decides he wants to go deep.  He feels so tight in that bend of my throat.  Exactly why he’d love the large guy’s effortlessness with long cocks.

I go to his fragrant balls to recover his battering of my throat. 

We are both enjoying this—not trying for release. 

I finally go back to my seat.  The large guy stands up, with an effort and comes over.  I nod and help him down to between my spread legs.  The Voyeur watches with interest at both the expressions on my face and the deftness of this man’s deep throat technique.  The Voyeur stands and moves closer for a better view. 

Suddenly he is in my mouth.  I love having a dick in my mouth as I am getting blown.  The Voyeur is on the edge.  I can feel it.  He is producing a ton of pre-cum.  And very quickly, it’s followed by five spurts of watery jizz into my mouth and down my throat.  I wonder for half a second if it will take me over the edge, too.  But it doesn’t.  I just lean back and let that big mouth and thick tongue do its magic…

*

I roam back into the straight theatre.  Having swallow one load, always makes me hungry for more.  I find only one guy there, a shy white guy, sitting where I started the night, stroking a long, curved cock.  He won’t look at me.  Not directly.  I am just aware of his glances at me.  I sit across the aisle from him.  Right in easy vision.

We stroke.

“Do you want some help with that?”

He won’t look at me.  But he doesn’t say no. 

I wait. 

I finally stand up.

He strokes to the video, never looking at me.  I move to him and sit next to him.  He strokes faster.  I take that as an affirmative and go to my knees.  He takes his hands away and feeds me his cock.  He still won’t look at me—even as his load begins to pour out of his piss slit…

*

I stay in the room and stroke.  The large guy comes in and sits in the cocksucker’s seat.  I am about to go and feed him my cock when the plump guy who cums in 30 seconds (if he takes his poppers) arrives.  He stands right next to the Large Guy—and ignores him. 

I stand up.  30 Seconds thinks I’m coming for him.  He gets his dick out.  I stick my dick in Large Guy’s mouth.  It feels different with me standing and him sitting.  But very good.  I would really like to give this guy a load to show him my appreciation and go home.

I begin fucking his face.  This is doing it for both of us.

And, unfortunately, also for 30 Seconds.  He begins telling me what to do.  “Fuck that face.  Make that cocksucker work.  You should fuck him…”  On and on—as he takes poppers and gropes himself.  Now he reaches up and thinks he is helping by trying to find my nipple through my sweatshirt.  Two minutes ago, I was close to release.  Now, while I’m still enjoying the mouth and throat, I am nowhere near orgasm.

I use the big mouth until he asks for break.

I go back to the gay side.  It’s deserted.  All those men have vanished.  30 Seconds comes in.  “Want it…?”  I go to my knees and shut him up by connecting with his tiny cock.  He huffs.  And it’s over even faster than usual.

He takes off.

“You suck, then?”

Out of the shadows, from behind the door, is a tall rangy man.  He is likely my age, his handsome face lined from age and the sun.  He is swinging a nice seven incher.  Hard. 

“Now do for me, what you did for him.”

He let’s me do all my tricks, until he finally begins fucking my face.  I wish I had the big mouth to help accommodate him at the back of my throat, but he doesn’t care.  He groans and grabs my shoulders.  He holds me in place as his cock shoots again and again…