"He Has a Mouth, Too!"

 Near Home—January, 2024

 

I was ready for more by Thursday.  I drove to the bookstore after lunch, not sure what or who I’d find…

 

I am alone in the straight theatre.  Soon, a timid old white man comes in and sits as far away from me as possible.  I watch him watch the video.  He seems riveted to the sex on the screen.  Or the bouncing big tits.  He never touches himself.  Even through his pants.  After about eight minutes he seems satisfied—and leaves, never to be seen again that afternoon.

I stroke.  The three men using her in the video are hot.  And they don’t seem to mind if their dicks touch.  The door opens.  A young man enters, tentatively.  He is, I guess, just past college age.  He is tall, but under six feet.  His black skin shines in the reflected light from the screen.  His hair is cropped close to his head.  He opens his coat and shrugs it off.  He is wearing a tight tee with the local college’s name on it.  He stands by the door for another moment, then sits in chair by the wall.

Now he can really see me.  He was aware I was in the room before, but he now can see the dick I’m stroking.  He looks at it.  At my face.  And then at the porn.

The men on the screen are a great mixed lot—an older white man, an incredibly built Black man and a wiry Latino.  All with big dicks, of course.  And all moving from hole to hole with ease.  At the woman’s suggestion they try a DP in the same hole.

This makes the young man, watching their every move, unzip.  He pulls out a nice seven incher.  He strokes, watching her take two in the ass while the third is in her mouth.

When they reposition, he actually moans as she sucks the cocks right out of her ass.  He suddenly looks at me, embarrassed that he was vocal.  I grin.  So does he…

We watch them shift to one in each hole. They fuck—and then the Latino cock, barely missing a stroke, joins the white one, so she has two in her ass once more. 

My stroking companion looks over at me again—for confirmation of how hot that looks. He is stroking harder.  I smile and nod.  He is up out of his seat and coming towards me.  He stands against the wall and offers me his cock to suck.  I don’t hesitate.  I take him deep into my mouth.  I don’t mind at all that his focus shifts from watching his cock disappear into my mouth and checking out the action on the screen.

He is dripping precum.  My tongue keeps mopping it up.  He stands stock still, letting me do whatever I want with my lips and tongue.

It doesn’t take long.  “I’m gonna cum…”  He tries to pull out of my mouth to spray the floor.  I grab his hairy balls and hold him in place.  He gasps—and shoots big.  The cum is thick and viscid.  His focus is totally on me now, watching me swallow every drop of his load.

I finally let him go—having made sure I lick up the final drop.  He mutters a ‘thanks’ as he stuffs his softening dick into his underwear.  He heads to the door and is almost hit in the face as it opens.  He escapes—and it’s Braydon—my cubby cumdump bud—coming in. 

“I was going to text you—and then didn’t.  But here you are.”

I tell him what I just did—and how I would have saved the load in my mouth to reverse felch into his ass if I’d known he was here.

The movie ends.  We go next door to the gay theatre.  I sit in the cocksucker’s chair and Braydon gets between my legs.  He sucks my cock.  Expertly.  I am super hard and dripping myself, with the sex I just had.

I tell Braydon I want to fuck.  He grabs a chair and turns it so the back is toward the screen.  He strips, stowing his clothes under the chair.  He kneels, presenting his thick, hairy ass to me.

“I wish you had that cum,” he moans, as my tongue drills into his pucker.

I make some sort of affirmative sound, muffled by his hairy cheeks.

The door opens.  It is a guy I’ve know for the 20+ years I’ve been coming here.  He nods to me and whips out his ebony cock.  He strokes it hard as he watches me eat Braydon’s ass.   Finally, I stand up.  “He has a mouth, too.  Let him suck you.”

Braydon groans as he takes the dick into his mouth.  I let him get started before I work my cock into his ass.  Soon he is being thrust into at both ends.  I pull out and lick his hole once more.  I stand back up and fuck.  The guy in his mouth groans.  I can’t tell if he is shooting or not.  He pulls out and takes off.

“Did he shoot?” I ask as I slow the fuck.

“I don’t know.  A lot of precum, though.”

I move around to his mouth.  “Spit it on my dick.”

He does and I walk back to his upturned ass and fuck it into him…

*

We are on the straight side.  No one is here.  Or in the gay theatre.  Braydon is sucking my cock.  And my balls.  And under my balls.  And so well, I unbuckle my pants and let them fall around my ankles, so his tongue can work my balls with ease. 

He moans and begins traveling down my perineum.   I slump in the chair for easier access.  He is a millimeter away from my asshole.  He stops and works his way back up.   He is snuffling my scent constantly.  All the dampness from our first fuck.  Now licked clean.

“I want to plow you.”

It seems a pretty safe bet that we aren’t going to get any other men today.  He drops his pants and bends over the back of the seat in front of us.  I eat out his fucked hole.

“Fuck me hard.”

I stand up. I enter him.  A little roughly in my eagerness to get in.

“You have me so close to shooting,” I mumble.

“Do it.  Fill me up.”

I fuck him harder.  I really want someone to walk in, unzip and give him a cock in his mouth.

But not today.

I fuck Braydon with long, deep strokes.

My mind flashes back to the two straight cocks in one hole in the earlier video.  I would love that with Braydon.  Especially with that young man I sucked off…

I have a vision of us DP-ing and I am over the edge.  I give Braydon as big a load as the one I got in my mouth earlier. 

I stay in place.  Shaking with the aftermath of orgasm.  I wait until my heart rate is closer to normal before I pull out and bring my wet cock to his open mouth…