The Voyeur Recommends My Mouth

 Near Home—January, 2024

 

On Sunday, the third week of January was full of playdates.  Three to be precise.  By Monday, there was one.   I landed a work gig and now had a conflict with Friday.  My fisting bud graciously agreed to come to the playroom two weeks later.  Another bud had his own work conflict, his boss couldn’t let him have Wednesday off.  We agreed to meet the following Wednesday instead.

That left my Tuesday meet.  Maybe.  He was a young man who had stood me up before.  After a long silence, he explained what had happened beofre and could I give him another chance.  I wasn’t sure I should, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and said ‘Yes.’  He desperately wanted to be pissed on and to finally get fucked by a man of my size.  We talked about it, but not too much.  It really seemed like he wasn’t doing one of those ‘wank to my answers’ email exchanges.

On Tuesday, the time for his text saying he was on the road came.  Nothing.  Thirty minutes before he was due to arrive, I got on Recon.  He was not online.  I wrote him a lengthy message saying never again.  I waited, not sending it, until his appointed arrival time, and then, ten more minutes.  Nothing.  No one at the door or a text with an excuse.  I hit ‘send’. 

And I was pissed, mostly with myself that I had let myself in for it a second time.  I had gone from a full week of sex partners to none. 

I got in my car and drove to the bookstore to find someone to put me in a better mood…

 

The parking lot is almost bare, not helping my fuming.  I am jovial with the female clerk, who seems to think of me as a personal friend.  I sit in the straight theatre.  No one here.  But the porn is nasty and hard—fitting my mood.

The Voyeur comes in.  He nods to me and stands along the back wall.  We chat.  He commiserates, but does not get his cock out.  Eventually he goes off to scout the noises we hear through the grating separating the two theatres.

The porn heats up.  I happily stroke.  The door open.  A white man, around 40 comes in.  He sits in the chair against the wall where he can see the screen—and me.  In moments he is kneading his crotch through his pants.  Soon, the zipper comes down.  His hand snakes inside.

He is large framed guy—could easily have played football at school.  Still in good shape; you can tell his arms fill the sleeves of his shirt.   His face is as handsome as his chest is pumped.  He is watching the movie half the time and me the other half.  But he doesn’t pull out his dick; he seems quite content to feel himself up through his fly.

Suddenly, he stands.  “Fuck it,” I hear him say under his breath.  He walks to me.  “You have a gorgeous cock.  Can I suck it?”

I really smile for the first time since I drove here in a huff.  I nod and spread my legs.  He steps over me and kneels.  He just looks at my dick for a long moment, then, almost reverently, he holds the base and goes down on me.

He’s terrific.  Great suction and, damn, his mouth is wet.  My pants are soon getting soaked from all the spit he’s producing and I don’t care.  He can’t get enough of my precum and the scent of my cock and balls.

Now he licks the nuts.  Thoroughly.  He groans as his tongue digs deeper and connects with my cock ring.  He spends forever licking them, cleaning them of sweat and his own spit that got drooled down onto them.

He takes my whole cock deep in his throat for the first time.  It’s a tight fit.  But not painful.  Until he does it repeatedly.  His teeth scrape the base of my shaft.  I wince, but the good is out weighing the bad.  I let him have his way with my cock.

Finally, as I see him tiring, I tell him it feels great, but I likely won’t cum.

He seems relieved.  He uses my knees to help him get up off of his.  He thanks me and tells me it’s the biggest he’s ever sucked.  He leaves.

I go piss.  And notice there are red abrasion marks where his teeth kept hitting right at the base of my dick.  But he didn’t break the skin.

I check out the gay theatre.  A couple of regulars are there—and the voyeur.  But the movie is so bad (first time porn guys talking to the cameraman—forever!—about why they want to be in porn) that I go back to the other side.

It’s still the same video—and just as filthy.  Now with two guys in the same woman.  She can barely open her mouth wide enough…

I stroke.

A guy comes in.  He is maybe 25.  A young Latino with his jet-black hair pulled back in a ponytail.  He, too is good looking, with black stubble covering his cheeks and chin.  He stands against the wall.  Not right next to me.  He can’t take his eyes off the screen.  His hand begins kneading his pants.

The Voyeur comes in and stands next to him.  He does the same.  He takes his cock out first.  Then the younger man.  His cock is thin, with a lot of foreskin.  The three of us stroke.

The Voyeur, ever helpful, leans into the Latino and whispers: “That guy is a really good cocksucker.”

The Latino looks at me, hesitates for a maybe 10 seconds, before turning and offering me his dick.  The moment it is in my mouth, I work the foreskin back with my tongue.  He groans.  The Voyeur moves around and presses himself against the young man’s back and begins to work his nipples through his T-shirt.

The guy doesn’t stand a chance of prolonging his orgasm with the two of us working on him.  He begins to moan.  He grabs the sides of my head, thinking I might pull away.  Suddenly, he is convulsing, spewing his creamy seed into my mouth.   Blast after blast.

Now it’s my turn to hold on to his balls so he doesn’t pull away.  He lets me get every last drop from his shrinking cock.

And I begin to feel better about my day…