Only 25 Minutes...and so much cum...

 Near Home—March, 2024

You never know. 

I have made that statement over and over on this blog.  If you go somewhere where men may have sex, even where there is a good track record that sex will likely happen, you just don’t know if it will.  Half the fun.  And the frustration. 

On this Saturday afternoon, I don’t think it could have gotten any better…

 

I go into the straight side.  I really do seem to like straight porn when I go out, maybe as I have nothing but gay porn at home.  I sit to the side.  A cub on the edge of turning into a bear is on his knees giving head across the aisle from me.  I watch him work.  He is totally committed to cock.  The cock he wants to explode deep in his throat.  The guy he is sucking is likely older than I am, with a nice, slightly curved dick.  I watch the cub finally pull off the dick and nuzzle the hairy balls sticking out of the guy’s fly.  The groan from the man being licked is sexier than anything on the screen.

A guy I have fucked in the past comes in.  He makes a bee line to me.  He goes right to his knees and starts sucking without even checking in as to whether I want him to do so.  It feels good, but he’s using his hand way more than his mouth.  I ask him to stop with the fist.  He sighs.  He does it, begrudgingly.  I sigh, too.  But in contentment.  It feels much better now without his rough palm wrapped around my cock.  And the cub across the aisle is back to sucking cock, giving me additional visual stimulation.

“Fuck me?”  My guy pulls off my cock and looks up at me.  It’s not really a question, more of a demand.

I have been sitting here for all of three and a half minutes.  I tell him I will be happy to fuck him a little later.  He goes back to my dick, but without as much energy now.

The cub across the way gets the load.  The man he’s doing can’t stop panting and grunting out his pleasure.  This makes my guy stop sucking.  He stands up to watch.  His thick dick, that he’s been stroking as he sucked, is right at face level for me.  I give him some reciprocal head.

In moments I feel a hot mouth on my cock.  I glance down.  The cub has crawled from the wilted dick of the guy who just shot, over to my cock.  He engulfs it as I continue to suck.  This attracts the cross-dressing Latino and an older Mexican.  They come over and start working the nipples of the handsome man in my mouth.  Soon the Mexican cradles his balls with his weathered hands.  He pulls them gently, and the cock comes out of my mouth for him to stroke.  I relax and really pay attention to the mouth on my own dick.

This guy was born to suck dick.  He’s great.  The wetness, the suction, the instinctual awareness of pleasure points.  I give him my full attention.  He is jerking himself as he sucks—but it is never about his needs—it’s really all about whoever is in his mouth.

“I’m going to shoot,” says the good-looking guy standing next to me.  The hand job has been too much.

“In my hand,” grunts the Mexican, but the guy has other ideas.  He turns and feeds it to me.  The sound of his orgasm, makes my sucker look up at what is happening. 

He stops sucking.  He stands up and drops his pants.  “Fuck me!”  He turns, showing me his pale, full butt cheeks. 

I stand up and spit the mouthful of cum into my hand.  “I’m using his cum for lube.”  I coat my cock with it.  The Cub groans out a ‘Yes!’  The two Latinos watch, jerking their own cocks.  The guy who gave me the load stops zipping up to watch me fuck with his sperm.

“Stick that slimy cock in him,” says the older Mexican with his thick accent.

My cock head finds the cub’s pucker.  It slips into him easily.  He groans at the slickness of the handmade lube.  I am all the way inside him in one thrust.  My hips have a mind of the their own.  I am thrusting hard and fast from the very first.  The cub staggers a little.  I grab his hips.  The cross-dressing Latino moves in front of him so he can grab on to him for balance.  I fuck into him like a man possessed. 

And he’s loving it.  “Use me.  Fuck me hard, Daddy…”

I will myself to slow down.  But I can’t.  Not at first, but I finally do.  I pull out.  Cum is dripping from his ass.

“Look at that,” says the Mexican.

I go to my knees.  I begin licking up the cum.  I catch the drip that is clinging to his ass crack hair just before it falls.  I lick up his whole crack.  I dig my tongue into his hole.

The Mexican is now talking filth in Spanish to the other Latino.  I get the sense that he’s never seen a man felch before.  I slurp loudly and moan, as I swallow some of the load that had already been in my mouth before it coated his ass.

I keep licking until the Mexican touches my shoulder.  “I fuck.”

I pull away, my beard coated in cum.  The Mexican moves into place.  His small dick grazes the wet, hairy ass crack.  He shoots before he can get inside.  He instantly pulls away.  Still on my knees, I move back to licking his ass—but now I’m reverse felching.  I am sticking the Mexican’s cum up the cub with my tongue.  He can feel what I’m doing.  He groans.  “Fuck that cum into me.  Deep.”

I can barely tear myself away from licking his cummy ass.  Eventually, I stand.  I smear my cock with what cum is still clinging to his hairy crack.  And I fuck it into him.

“Fuck!”  I groan.  It’s like I’ve used a multi load devil’s dick on him, he is so full.  He is awash with seed.

I fuck.  The room fills with the squishy sound his ass makes with each of my thrusts.  Over and over.  I fuck him hard.

I have a quick felch break—and I know I’m going to load him.  Never mind that I have only been here for 20-some minutes.  It’s not going to get any better today.

“You want my load?”  I am panting, rearing up, my face covered in the escaping cum.  My cock plows into him before he can answer.

“Yes, Sir,” he grunts out in rhythm with my thrusts.  “All that you have.”

My hand comes up to my beard.  I coat my fingertips and put them in my mouth.  And I’m there.  I shoot, stream after stream, into him.  At least three volleys.  Maybe four.  And a dribble.  All inside.  I collapse on his back, holding him along with the Latino.

After what seems like an eternity, I slip my cock out of him…and go to my knees…

“Don’t worry,” I tell him.  “I’ll leave enough inside you for the next guy to use…”

*

We talked after.  He gave me a name and number.  Teddy will be back in these pages.