Good Things Come/Cum to Those...

 Near Home—March, 2024

 

My dick wouldn’t lie down. 

Why else would I go to the bookstore the very next night?   

 

The parking lot is near empty.  It’s a Saturday night.  This place, before Covid, used to be packed at this time.  I go in anyways. 

I am alone in the straight theatre.  Jerking, rather contentedly.  The door opens.  It is the Minute Man.  The man who cums in under a minute, usually the moment he puts his dick in my mouth.  He nods, unzips, huffs poppers and offers me his cock.  I count.  32 seconds of my tongue moving over his cock head.  And splat.  He zips up.  Contented.  And leaves.

Two guys come in.  Not for play.  Just to watch the movie.

The door opens.  A tall man, all in black comes in.  He stands against the back wall.  He unzips.  His cock is nice.  Meaty.  He sighs as I take him in my mouth.  He is hardening nicely.  He opens his poppers and takes a huff.  Instantly his cock goes down.  I work it back up.  It’s a slow process.  But he’s now hard once more.  He huffs.  His cock wilts.

Over and over.  He’s getting impatient…but won’t keep the bottle away from his nose.  Finally, he stomps out to try someone else in the arcade.  But he’s back soon enough.  Still huffing.  Still wilting. 

He goes off again.  And comes back.  Now he’s angry.  I ignore him.  He strokes himself hard.  Huffs.  And wilts.  All on his own.  And he still doesn’t make the connection.  He stomps off, slamming the door.

*

And that was my entire night. 

Ugh…

 

Near Home—March, 2024

I waited until the next Thursday before I tried again.  In the afternoon.   

There are lots of men around.  At first.  I have to sit to the side in the straight theatre, as the Sleeper is in the cocksucker’s seat.  When he wakes and leaves for next door, I grab the back bench.  Almost immediately, fresh meat walks in.  He is nicely built, white, in his late-30’s.  He looks like he would be more at home pushing a baby stroller than in a room of men watching porn.  He stands next to me.  He takes out a nicely plumped cock.  Seconds later, he unbuttons the waist band of his jeans and pushes them down to his knees.  He shows me his hardening cock.   Then he turns and shows me his plump, hairless ass.  I cup the cheeks with both hands.  He sighs.  I spread them apart.  My finger grazes his hole.  He moans.  I spit on my middle finger and push it into him.  Gingerly.  He groans and strokes faster.  I pull it out and squirt some lube on my finger.

“Not too much lube,” he tells me. 

Really?

I work it into him and he strokes his cock.  A second finger joins it.  I pull out of him.  It’s an awkward angle with me sitting on the bench.  I go to my knees.  He stands in front of me, ass in my face.   I turn his hips.  His cock brushes my beard.  I take him in my mouth at the same moment my fingers go back up him.

He is very happy, and I’m pretty sure he’s going to cum.  But the door opens and it spooks him.  He turns away, pulls up his jeans and takes off.

It’s a Grizzly Adams-type of bear with a full beard.  He pulls a chair from the side wall and plonks it down next to me.  He undoes his button fly and his hand disappears inside.  The young daddy comes back.  He shows his bare ass to Grizzly Adams, just like he did me.  But Grizzly won’t suck him—just finger him.

“Suck me?”  ask GA.

“No way,” says the other.

GA now has no use for him.   The young daddy disappears.

“You want my load?” GA asks.  The fingering must really have gotten to him.  I go to my knees and take the rather bitter cum…

*

There is still no one who wants to suck my cock.  No one.  I have gone to the gay cinema.  Some action is happening, but not for me.  I wait.  I get tired of waiting and go next door again.  The place is fuller now.  And a woman is sitting in the middle row, against the wall.  I find a seat across from her.  Nope, it’s a cross dresser.  A good one. 

As I watch, one of the men who looked in disdain at my cock earlier, comes down and sits next to the CD.  He plays under the short skirt with his left hand.  Soon he goes to his knees to suck a larger than average dick that must have been freed from its panties.  The guy strokes himself as he sucks.  He cums on the floor.  The CD tucks his dick away.  The guy, without wiping up, shoves it in his pants and leaves.

Another man, who has sucked me in the past, ignores me and sits next to the CD.  He strokes himself off, holding the wet cock of the CD in his other hand.  A second load of cum hits the floor.

 He leaves, too.  The CD has eyes for me.  He gets up, arching an eyebrow in my direction, showing off his seven incher to me.  I shake my head and he galumphs out the door.  A number of men follow—and I can grab the cocksucker’s seat again.

I stroke.  I consider leaving.

The door opens and Cute Boy with Glasses comes in.  He looks right past me in the gloom and sits way down front.  The door opens again.  It is a man my age with a beautifully long, white beard.  He is a regular.  I don’t talk about him much as he is a cocksucker that, according to rumor, is only interested in doing a man once, so he is always on the lookout for new meat.  If he is in the room with me, he does like to see me fuck, but he has never touched my dick.  And as I suck cock as well, I am competition. 

He sits right next to Cute Boy with Glasses.  In moments, he is out of sight, on his knees in front of CBWG.  I watch the young man roll his head back in pleasure.  I am sure the sucker has skills, for I’ve seen him work on others in the past.

Now he has CBWG stand up.  The young man nods and bends over the back of the chair in front of him.  Bearded guy is eating his ass.  My tongue so wants to be back in that hole…

This is not my night.  Until it is.  As Cute Boy with Glasses stands back up, he turns and sees me for the first time.  He turns back, thanks the bearded guy and, grabbing his clothes, comes back to me.  He sits next to me and grins.  Bearded guy leaves the room.

He jerks on my cock for a moment.  “Suck my cock,” he whispers in my ear. 

I go to the floor and do just that.  He is precuming like crazy.  I swirl it around his cockhead and swallow it all down.

I pull off him.  “Let me eat your ass.”

He bends for me.  I lick and slobber over his hole, stroking his cock as I do it.  All the while I keep thinking about finally getting my dick all the way in him.  He’s stopped me both times at the halfway point.

“You should try fucking me again.”  The words sound loud in the now deserted room.

I spit one last time on his now less tight pucker.  I stand up.  He stays bent over.  I lube up.  My wet cockhead pushes into him.  He gasps.  I work maybe two inches into him.

He squirms away, dislodging my cock.  He grasps it by the shaft as his own cock explodes all over the seats in front of us…

*

I left after we cleaned up.  I went out the main door to the parking lot.  The bearded guy was doing what he often does here.  He was sitting in his car, window down on this warm March day, watching for men he didn’t know to follow them inside. 

I had to pass him.

“Sorry,” I said, with a slightly crooked grin.

Fortunately, he laughed and gave me a thumbs up…