"Stand Up and Fuck My Face!"

 Near Home—January, 2024

I woke up on New Year’s Day, after the marathon of sucking at the bookstore the day before, with a raging hardon.  I hadn’t shot myself while working so hard to get off the guy who reminded me of Robert Mitchum.  The moment I poured boiling water over my tea bag, I knew I was going back.  I guessed the place would have low attendance, but it would just take one mouth or ass to do the job…

 

I arrive right after lunch.  There are actually a few cars in the lot—but it is certainly sparse.  I go in and pay.  The straight theatre has one man in it.  I sit in the back row.  The guy ahead of me keeps trying to watch the movie, but seems to be nodding off—and then, when his head lolls forward in sleep, will sit up with a start and concentrate on the movie again.

I stroke a little.  Then I hear through the grate in the adjoining wall a chair scrape next door.  I do myself up and go over to the gay theatre.  In the far corner, seated is Cute College Kid.  His pants are around his ankles and he is jerking himself like crazy.  I love the smile on his face as he sees me.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat, right next to him.

In moment’s he is on his knees between my splayed legs and giving me some really good head.  He stops jerking his own dick to concentrate on me.  He makes sure to give equal time to my balls.  He leaves both cock and testicles totally wet.

As he stands up, I tell him how hot it was to finally eat his ass and fuck him.  Cute College Kid nods, and then adds, apologetically, “I didn’t clean out today.  I didn’t think anyone would be here…”

“Damn,” I think, and lean forward, taking his cock in my mouth.  He begins to happily fuck my face.  His cock is small enough that it barely starts down my throat.  We are both in a very happy place.

The door opens. 

I can’t see who it is at first, as there is a torso in my way.  CCK pulls out of my mouth with the new arrival and sits down.  It’s a white guy around my age, likely 10 years younger.   He is short and spare, rather elfin in his sprightly gait.  I recognize him as the man who loves to choke on my dick.  Without even a hello he goes to his knees and begins to suck me.

This turns CCK on.  He jerks watching the guy suck me.  CCK stands up.  He brings his cock over to me.  I lean over and take him in my mouth as the man on the floor chokes on my cock.  The sound fills the small room.  He comes up for air.  I am sure my cock is covered in deep throat slime, but I can’t see it with the dick in my face.

The Choker gasps for breath and then goes back down on me.  CCK is drooling into my mouth.  He finally pulls out, so as not to cum too fast.  The Choker chokes on me again and pulls off my incredibly hard cock.  This time we all see the pearly string of deep throat spittle on my dick and arcing up to his open mouth.  He cleans them up.  CCK begins jerking again.

“You should feel his mouth…” I tell CCK.  The Choker is on him in an instant.  Within 15 seconds it’s all over for CCK—he is firing his load down the throat of the Choker.  A load I was rather hoping for…

CCK cleans up and takes off.

“Stand up and fuck my face.” 

He stands for a moment and drops his pants.  He’s wearing no underwear.  He wads his trousers under his knees as he kneels again.  I grab the back of his head and insert my cock in his ovaled mouth.  I fuck, slowly at first, building speed until I am fucking deep into him on every stroke.  He chokes—and I know to back off.  The strings of spittle connect my cock and his mouth like a slimy suspension bridge.  I wrap the strand around my dick and make him clean them off.

“Against the wall,” he mutters.  Please.”

The Choker moves so he is kneeling against the outer wall of the theatre.  I know I can pummel his face even harder.  So I do.  He seems to love the back of his head being fucked into the cinder block.

We pause.

“You got piss?”

I had forgotten for a moment that he may be the only man who has drunk my piss in this space.  I step back and guzzle down the contents of my water bottle.  I stick my dick into his mouth and go for round two of his head banging into the concrete.  He chokes.  This time I smear all the spittle on his face.  This makes him fist his cock rapidly.

We throat fuck against the wall one more time.  I leave him breathless

I want to sit down.  He crawls over to me.  After the standing throat fuck, this feels good, but isn’t nearly as rewarding for either of us.  I let him do two rounds this way—and even let him take a couple minutes of just watching the video so his breathing can return to normal.

“Back against the wall,” I bark.

He is there and ready as fast as he can move.  I throat fuck him hard.  I notice he stops touching himself as I fuck into him.  Once more he chokes.  The spittle is smeared on his face once more. 

“Open up!”

He does.  I go deep into him.  My cock begins to spew piss.  First a small stream—then a torrent.  The Chocker is doing his best to get every drop.  And succeeding.  He jerks himself in a frenzy as he does swallows my entire load of not very clear piss.  The moment I run dry, I begin a hard, head thumping face fuck.  The Choker gasps and I keep going.

His cock erupts.  In two more strokes, I join him, shooting my seed so deep down his throat he can’t even taste it…