Feeding Time

 Jackson—July, 2024

The second Saturday of the month, I went back to the bookstore with the play area and the medical exam table.  Saturdays there had been really good.  This one continued that tradition, but it also had a very different feel.  The parking lot was filling as I arrived…

 

I walk in.  It is dark after the bright, just-before-noon sun outside.  My eyes adjust.  Men are milling.  And sucking each other.  Everywhere.  It takes a few moments for me to realize that I, as old as I am, seem to be the youngest man here.  I settle down where I can see several screens (and two men getting sucked on the huge couch across from me) and whip out my hardening dick.

I don’t have to wait long.  A man in a straw fedora and an obscene bulge in his walking shorts, comes over.  He grabs my cock and jerks.  I ask him to ease up.  He does.  Now it feels good.  He keeps leaning in—you know he wants to suck it—but can’t seem to bring himself to do it.

“Let’s go into the cabana,” he hisses.

I shake my head.  My refusal gives him the courage to bend down and take me in his mouth, which feels 100 times better than his hand.  He sucks me, bent over, not kneeling, until another man sits in the chair next to mine so he can watch.  Straw Fedora is out of there like a shot.

The new guy gives me even better head.

A third man comes up.  He is a regular here.  I have had him on my dick every time.  He respectfully waits until sucker number two stands up.  “You’ll love that dick,” the departing guy tells him.

“Oh, I know…”

He kneels and I close my eyes.  He has the best skills so far today.  My balls are soon covered with an amazing amount of spittle…

*

And so it goes.  I’m sucked, sitting in the chair by the medical exam table.  I am sucked in the overstuffed chair in the small porn room—this time with an audience of masturbating men.  But no one wants to let me suck their dick.  I even fuck a throat through the gloryholes off the slurp ramp.

I settle on the big couch.  A man, a good ten years older than I, asks politely if he can suck my cock.  I nod.  He strips naked and settles down between my spread legs.  He is the best, so far.  He can take me to the root effortlessly.  He slobbers on my balls and spends a long time drying them with his tongue.  He moans deliciously whenever he gets some precum on his tongue.

Lots of other men stand behind us and watch and knead themselves.  One sits next to me and rubs my nipples through my A-shirt. 

My sucker laps up another gush of precum.  “You know,” he murmurs, “if your cock were to drip ‘anything’ into my mouth, it would be fine with me.”

I nod.  I would love to feed him piss, but I am not nearly hydrated enough yet on this hot day in July.  He dives back down, filling his throat with my incredibly hard shaft…

*

I only get up from the couch when my expert sucker’s knees grow tired.  I jerk alone for a moment in the small room, swigging constantly from my water bottle.  And it’s working.  I can feel my bladder fill.

The nipple tweaker walks in.  Without asking, he goes to his knees and sucks my cock.  Another expert.  These men have perfected their technique over 50+ years of active cock worship.  I am very happy.

He pulls off me.  And is more direct.  “I want your piss, too.”

He’s timed it right.  We go into the bathroom.  He kneels in front of the urinal.

“It may be strong, on this hot day.”

“I don’t care.”

I shoot a quick splash into his mouth.  He gurgles it down happily.  I give him more.  Straight down his throat.  For the first time, his exposed cock gets really hard.  The stream peters out and he licks me clean, before thanking me enthusiastically.

“So hard to find feeders,” he says standing up, with a slight assist from me.

*

I am back at the glory hole, standing on the slurp ramp and feeding my dick to some unknown sucker.  He’s fine.  And I like not seeing him for a change.  Straw Fedora arrives.  He plays with my balls and takes his own cock out to jerk.  I step to the side and he feeds the unknown sucker his short but fat cock.  We alternate for the guy—short, long, short, long, until I am ready to move on.

I find the guy, who first brought up piss, sitting in the small room.  “I have something for you.”

He knows just what I have.  He follows me into the bathroom.  It’s his turn to kneel in front of the urinal.  I suddenly wonder if these two piss guys are partners.  I muse on that as my cock spurts the pale gold nectar into his eager mouth.  He erects too, as I empty my bladder down his throat.  He touches himself once, and spills his cum on the damp floor…

*

Things are winding down.  A man younger than I appears.  The first I’ve seen.  He is pushing 40—and is a light blond bear.  He comes over.  He tells me this is his first time here.  “Are there slings?”

I shake my head.  “You want the exam table.”  I lead the way.  He gets undressed and gets on the table.  I rim him, but I can tell that being on his back will make for a bad entry—he’s one of those men where his hole is closer to his spine.

I tell him he should stand and bend.  He eagerly complies.  I sink into him now with no issues.

“Fuck, you’re bigger than I thought.”  He pants and is soon taking me like my dick were no bigger than a breadstick.

After all the mouths, it’s great to be in an ass.  And a wet, clingy one at that.  I am going to shoot any time.

“Cum in him,” says the regular who sucked me early on.  “Fill up his ass.”  He comes over and pulls apart the guy’s ass cheeks for me.  My cock sinks deeper.

The Bear groans.   I groan.  The sucker moans, as if I were fucking him. 

And I’m there.  I drop a load after my three hours of edging with countless men’s mouths.  The Bear tightens down, milking every drop out of me.  I marinate for a minute, then pull out.  The Bear turns and cleans me up—the last mouth on my cock after so many others I’ve lost count…