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 Near Home—June, 2024

My trip home from Tennessee was the exact opposite of my trip down:  it was smooth sailing all the way.  I started to drive early in the day and stopped as the sun really started to bake my front seat.  I had no delays, not even much highway construction.  I got home by noon on Tuesday.

I thought I wouldn’t be ready for more sex for a little while.  I had taken Sunday off—even as Fornication Weekend wound up.  And both my driving days.  But by Wednesday I was ready.  I went to the newly remodeled theatre in my oldest haunt, curious as to how men were settling into the new space…

 

There are a number of men here.  I sit against the long wall, where I can turn to either the straight video or switch to the gay one on the opposite wall.  There are half a dozen men here.  And one, sitting opposite to me is getting a blow job.  The guy sucking didn’t even pause with the opening of the door.  (My kind of sucker!)

Two men are watching and stroking themselves.  I pull mine out.  Rock hard.  I add just a hint of lube so my hand glides over my erection.  I realize that sucking dick, after the marathon fuckings of the long weekend, is exactly what I want.  I am just about to get up and make my move, when…

“Look who’s here.”

I am so taken with the idea of a cock in my mouth I didn’t bother to look who’d just walked in.  It’s the man who finally took two inches of me in his ass and swore he had it all the way in.  He is handsome, maybe in his 40’s, his ebony skin shining from the reflected light of the two screens.  He sits down next to me and instantly his hand is around my hard cock.

He jerks me for a bit, not pleased with the sheen of lube on me.  But he gets on his knees and sucks my cock.  His way.  His fist around the shaft leaving a couple of inches for him to ‘suck.’  Which for him means lick.  Occasionally he ovals up and sinks down on the few inches not in his hand.  Over and over.

It feels good.  At first.  It quickly grows monotonous.  As he begins, I stroke his shoulder or his closely cropped hair.  Soon, I watch the other blowjob.  The guy shoots soon enough with a grunt and a grimace.  The sucker swallows and moves to the next guy who’s stroking.  The cock I was aiming for…

I suggest we take a break.  But he doesn’t stop.  He is between my legs as the second guy across from me shoots down the sucker’s throat.  The marathon sucker instantly goes for number three.  And gets the last man off in a millisecond.  The guy stands, looks at me and licks his lips.  And leaves.

We are alone.

Now, my sucker takes a break.  Did he know what I wanted to do?  We chat.  The door opens.  A very large Black man comes in.  I know him, too.  He is always an eager sucker—and guys know he gives good head.  He sits right next to me.

Instantly, my suck-just-the-head guy is back on his knees.  The large guy shrugs and strips naked.  He is soon sucking a new arrival, a young white man half his age.  And taking the load.

The door opens.  It is a hot white daddy.  Likely early 50’s.  His wedding ring glints in the ambient light.  He sits a few chairs away from me, far away from the naked man licking the young man’s cock clean. Surprisingly, the white daddy takes out his cock and strokes to what is happening to me.  He watches intently as my sucker ovals up and takes just my big helmet head into his mouth.

The straight movie changes.  It is one of those really forcefully fucks by James Deen and a very sub-ish woman.  White Daddy is all about that.  He turns his attentions avidly to Mr. Deen putting the young woman through her fist anal sex scene.

The guy on my dick takes a second break.  He can’t watch the on-screen rutting to our left.  He looks at the cute Yugoslavian college kids frolicking in a Bavarian swimming pool, instead.  His hand stays firmly wrapped around my cock—likely afraid his larger rival will make a move for it.

The James Deen scene ends with a massive cum shot on the young woman’s face.  White Daddy turns his attention back to the room.  I idly wonder if White Daddy is horny enough to let the bigger cocksucker do him…

My head sucker is back on his knees.  I need more of me in his mouth.  I stand up and fuck the his face.  He is totally unprepared for this.  I am good, I just give him a couple of more inches to deal with, knowing he can’t possible take all of me.  His eyes widen, but to his credit, he takes it.  White Daddy stands up and moves to us.  He stands next to us.  I know I can’t move my sucker’s head to his cock.  Instead, I cup the big, hairy balls of White Daddy with my free hand—the other one is holding my sucker in line for my thrusting.

He groans at the human touch.

My sucker has had enough.  He pulls away and gets up, heading to the bathroom.

“If you hold my balls like that, I’ll cum.”

Instead of pulling away, I go to my knees.  And swallow him.

“I’m gonna…” and he pulls abruptly out of my mouth.

“I swallow.”

Magic words.  The guy pushes his dripping dick deep into my throat.  I suck for a moment—before he begins firing off his pent-up load.  His gut wrenching orgasm goes on for a good minute.

I am licking him clean as my head sucker returns from the bathroom.  He knows I love to suck—but he can’t stand to see me do it.  He turns on his heel and leaves.

White Daddy holds onto my shoulder.  When his cock runs dry, and I have cleaned up two stray drops oozing out of his large piss slit, he gives my shoulder a squeeze and does himself up.

The naked man looks at my cock, but somehow, after all that shallow sucking, I don’t want anything more, even better and deeper.  Making dinner seems the better option—and I button up and go home…