"My Beard Is Gonna Smell Like You All Day..."

 Near Home—February, 2024

 

I was wanting something different by Monday.  I tried looking online, but I had no luck.  I thought about going to another bookstore for variety, but somehow it just seemed easier to go where I was having such a good run of luck.  And it held…

 

I am in the straight theatre.  Alone for the briefest of moments.  I stroke myself hard.  The door opens.  The bald-headed man comes in.  I had seen him, and his partner, finishing their lunch out in their SUV, as I parked.   He wastes no time and kneels before me.  His head is as good as it always is—he is great warm up act.

When his knees give out, he pats my shoulder and leaves.  In moments, his partner comes in.  He hasn’t done me as much lately, but today he treats me to a great blow job.   He seems to have more variety in his bag of oral tricks than his partner.  He actually makes me moan out loud.  When he’s sated, I help him get to his feet and he scurries back to the arcade to see who else he can service.

His partner is back in a few minutes.  There must be no one in the gay theatre and very few in the arcade.  He sucks me once more, this time stroking himself.  I suck him for a moment when he stands up.  But his erection flags when there is no dick in his mouth.

I don’t see them again for the rest of the day.

Nothing is happening in here now.  And the video has changed.  One with far too much scene work for its own good.  I go next door.

One man is here.  He is likely in his 70’s.  He’s maintained well, thick set but trim.  He is stroking to the men who are 50 years younger than himself.  He smiles as I take out my cock.

“That’s a beauty.”

“You have a great dick, too…”  And he does.  Not as long but just as thick.

He smiles again.  “Think you could help me get off?” 

I nod.  He stands up and drops his pants around his ankles.  Underwear follows.  He sits, gingerly, on the metal chair.  His cock is impressive.  Thick and meaty, with a pronounced helmet head.  I get down in front of him.  His cock is cool to the touch—I’m pretty sure some Viagra is helping out.  I lick up the drop of precum my touching has produced.  I hunker down and give him all the oral tricks I know. 

He moans.   He sighs.  He jerks himself as I lick his balls.

But I can’t seem to get his nut.  Then, without really thinking, the middle finger of my left hand snakes under his heavy balls and strokes his perineum.  He groans and hunkers down, giving me better access.  I keep worming my finger back to his pucker.  I find it and stroke it.  More precum.

I push into him.  He groans and his cock is now a faucet.  I find his prostate—and in two seconds he is gushing cum into my mouth.  Not blasting, it is just running out of his dick, onto my tongue.

He thanks me for giving him just what he needed.

I piss and wash up and come back to a deserted room.  The straight side, too.  I settle down in the gay theatre as the other video has not improved. 

I stroke.  The porn is good, but a shade young for me.  Finally, the door opens.  A man I’ve never seen before comes in.  He is around my age, maybe just under.  He has a great full beard which is snow white.  The hair on his head is tightly cropped to the scalp.  He wears a leather jacket that comes off and is placed on the chair beside him.  His hand rest on his crotch, barely kneading it.

We chat.  He is not from around here.  Chicago actually.  Got to Michigan with time to spare before a business meeting.  “And I really want to suck your cock,” he finishes.

“Go for it.”

He kneels and takes me in his mouth.  Heaven.  The regulars who sucked me when I got here were good.  Great even.  This guy has them beat.  Every move he makes causes me to squirm.  He finally leaves my shaft, tonguing all the way down it, to my balls.  

He inhales. “Oh, fuck…”  He begins to lick and savor them.  Now he is taking his beard and wiping it across them.  “My beard is gonna smell like you all day…”

That’s my line!  How often have I said that to a guy in these pages??

He lifts them and his tongue traces my cock ring.  I stroke as he does it.

“Smear that precum on my beard, too.”

I do, loving the feel of that.

Without asking he comes up for a kiss—sensing I am scent pig, too.  My mouth is invaded with the taste of my balls, making my cock drool even more.

He finally undoes his own pants.  He’s hard, with an average cut cock.  I go down on him.  He says he likes it, but I can tell that is not what he really wants.  I ask if he wants to get fucked.

“I save my ass for the boyfriend.  And I couldn’t take you anyways…”  His hand wraps around my cock on the last part and strokes me gently.  “I’ll tell you what I really want…”

I look at him.

“I want to eat your ass.” 

I smile.  I stand up and unbuckle my belt.  From rarely ever having it done here to me, and now twice in two weeks…

I walk to him and turn around bending slightly.  It’s awkward for both of us.  His tongue makes contact, but not deep enough for either of us.

“Let me get on a chair.”

I kneel, my ass jutting towards him.  He goes to the floor behind me and begins his feast.  He is just as good at this.  My cock juices as I stroke.

For a moment he stops.  “I want you to cum on my chest.  So I can let it dry—and wear it to the meeting…”

I make some sort of agreeable sound, still on a high from what he did, and is about to do again, with his tongue.  He takes the shirt off, over his head in one swift move.  His chest is as hairy as you would expect, given the luxurious beard.  He dives back in, a full face plant.  He has pulled my thin cheeks apart and is going as deep as his tongue will allow. 

“Fuck, you taste good,” he groans.

His tongue is driving me crazy.  And, I suddenly feel like I could shoot.

“You want my load?”

He grunts out a ‘Yes,’ but it’s unintelligible with his tongue never leaving my hole.  I stroke a little more.  I move and he rears back, letting me turn.  I look him in the eye and begin shooting a thick load all over the silver hair on his chest…

*

We talked a little more.  He made no move to put his shirt on as he asked me about places to play in Lansing.  I am pretty sure that he did indeed go to his meeting wearing my dried load and reeking of mansex…