A Door Makes All the Difference

 Near Home—June, 2024

 

I had some more group play coming up at the end of the week.  I really wanted to go to Saturday’s house party with my balls empty—and churn up a fresh load while playing there. On Thursday, I went to my usual bookstore, the one that had suffered the accident.  I wanted see if I could get a little more comfortable in the new bigger room with two screens of porn.  It was evening, a time I don’t usually go…

 

The first thing I see, after I pay my admission, is that the curtained entrance has been replaced with a thick door.  I go through.  There are several men in the dark, L-shaped room.  I sit, once again, where I can see both screens with a simple turn of my head.

A door has emboldened the men inside.  All four of us have our cocks out and are stroking to the porn and for each other.  I recognize a bearded white man around my age.  He rarely gets hard—but always manages to shoot a load.  I don’t recognize the other older white man.  He is a gawker—constantly ogling the other men and not either of the screens.  He has a fat beer can of a dick that he constantly flails.  The fourth man is somewhere between 25 and 35.  He is Latin, with long black hair.  He is openly stroking his smaller-sized cock.  He is watching both screens, doing the same tennis-match-head-turn that I’m doing.

The other two men are restless.  They try different chairs.  The gawker comes to sit next to me.  He never tries to touch me, just stares and strokes his own dick.  Suddenly, he just stands up and leaves.

About five minutes, the straight movie ends and we are left looking at the menu card.  The bearded man goes out to tell the clerk to change the video.

The Latin nods to me.  I waste no time and move to him.  “Do you want that sucked?” I ask.  He nods.  I go to my knees.  I swallow his thin dick down to the root.  His foreskin is pulled back and his precum fills my mouth, sweet and delicious.  I suck and lick, only leaving his dripping cock to lick his tight balls.

The door opens and Bearded Man comes back in.  I wonder if the young man wants me to stop, now that there’s an audience.  He doesn’t seem to care.  He actually groans as I move back to his cock.

The door opens again.  The Gawker is back from a smoke break.  He comes right over and sits one seat away from the young man.  The guy in my mouth moans softly and releases a lot of cum—or maybe it’s precum—I can’t tell.  His body shakes.  His voice shakes too, as he whispers, asking me to stop.  I lick him clean and go back to my seat.  He goes out.

The Bearded Man wants my mouth again.  He stands up and moves to the darkest wall near the gay screen (a doorway to all the electronics is there.)  He leans against it and beckons me to come suck his dick.  I get up and do just that, kneeling in front of him.  His dick plumps slightly, but he is moaning like he’s fully hard and fucking my face.

The Gawker moves closer to watch us.

My hand encircles Bearded Guy’s nuts.  A finger plays with his perineum, snaking back to touch his pucker.  That does it.  He unloads three or four big dollops of cum into my mouth, before drooling out some more.  I lick him clean.  He pats my head and says “It’s been awhile...” as he does up his waistband and heads out.

The Gawker stands up.  He’s going to shoot on the floor.  I have my mouth around his dick before the first blast.  He tries to pull away, but I hang onto his nuts.  He shoots a tasty load, for a smoker. He is a delightful mix of being embarrassed and pleased at the same time.  But he can’t look me in the face.  He is zipping up as he walks to the door.

I am alone.

For some time.

The door opens.  It’s the young Latin man back again.  He sits next to me.  “I want to really get off this time,” he whispers.

So, it had been just precum before.

I kneel in front of him.  His cock is rampant.  He is so easy to deep throat.  And he loves it.  I jerk him as my mouth moves to his hairy balls.  The moment my tongue touches them they tighten up again.

“I’m really close…”

“I love to swallow…”

My mouth works up from his balls and up his shaft.  My mouth engulfs his entire cock, as my tongue works his foreskin back.  And just in time.  He explodes.  It is a young man’s cum shot.  He fills my mouth and I have to swallow fast after each blast to keep up.  He squirms and pants and tells me to stop—but doesn’t really mean it—as he keeps bucking into my face.

I lick him dry.  He sighs.  “Will you shoot for me?”

I am so horned by all the cum shot from the three men in such a short time, I stand up and jerk.  In moments, I shoot a bigger load than I thought possible for me, right at his sandalled feet.

“You have such a great cock…”

I smile, wishing he was brave enough to have put it inside him one place or another.   But, just like I wanted, my balls are empty for the coming weekend…