Relief Comes in So Many Shapes and Sizes

 Near Home—July, 2024

 

After the orgy-interruptus detailed in the last post, no reader of this blog should be surprised that the next afternoon I went looking to get off.  It was a Sunday afternoon at my usual bookstore, with all of us now in one room.  And what a varied bunch it was…

 

I go in, letting my eyes adjust to the light.  Men are scattered around the room.  No one seems to be doing anything.  Yet.  There is a sexual tension in the room.  Everyone waiting for someone to make the first move.

I sit where I can see both screens with a turn of my head.  I unbutton, pull out my blue-balled cock and stroke.  In moments, a regular is on his knees in front of me.  He is slightly older and me with a very long and grey goatee.  He swallows me down.  He alternates between tonguing the head, taking me to the root and using the soft hair of his goatee to mop up my precum.

Another man joins us.  His tiny dick is hard as he jerks to us.  He is also whiney—desperate to have a turn on my cock.  If he’d ask nicely, I would let him.  But he’s demanding it.  It puts both me and my cocksucker off the idea of sharing.

My goateed sucker is not giving up.  He is determined to get me off.  Even with me needing release, it just isn’t that easy.  And he is doing the same three things over and over.  Never varying anything.  It slowly goes from erotic to friction to annoying.  I finally ask for a break.

I expect the annoying guy to be right there, but he is enraptured in the threeway happening onscreen. 

A new arrival.  A larger guy.  Older.  He sits next to me.  He ogles my wet cock, but makes no move.  He opens his fly and gropes himself.  Poppers come out.  He offers them to me but I decline.  He takes a hit and sighs.  His hand moves faster in his crotch.

We chat as we watch the porn.  He’s a widower.  “Thank God for this place,” he tells me.  He offers me a hit once again.  I shake my head.  He takes one, groping himself faster as the fumes hit. 

“May I?”  I slip to the floor and take him in my mouth.  There’s not a lot of dick there, but his balls are juicing everything up like crazy.  He loves my tongue and he caresses my head and ears as I lick him dry.  The more I lick, the more poppers he takes and the more his dick drools into my mouth. 

I finally get up.  He thanks me and becomes my best audience for the rest of his time there. 

A man who I used to fuck regularly here, emerges from the farthest corner.  I hadn’t noticed him.  He strips down.  And sits next to me on the opposite side of the older man.  I suck him for a bit.  He also has a bottle of poppers and it keeps his dick perpetually soft.

We reverse.  This is more fun.  And a better show for the older man.  He loves seeing my dick sucked up close and right in front of him.

The door opens.  Another white man around my age.  He watches the blow jog for a moment before he goes around the corner.  We hear him strip down.  He comes back to us wearing nothing but tennis shoes and nipple clamps connected by a chain.

My sucker stops and sits down.  Nipple Clamps is on him.  Sucking him for the prize.  The poppers come out again, now keeping him from getting hard in the new man’s mouth.  But they both keeps trying.  Finally, the new guy goes around the corner to sit, his knees tired.

I stand up and follow him.  “Suck this one,” I murmur, letting it swing in front of his face.  He gobbles me down.  He’s good.  The best today.  I reach down and grab the chain connecting the two clamps.  I tug slightly.  His body shivers and he redoubles his efforts to please me.  I let him suck at his own pace.  Then I begin to fuck his face.  He groans.  And takes me effortlessly.

I pull out.  I go down on my haunches.  I twist the chain slightly.  He grabs his cock and jerks.  I add more pressure.  His nips are an angry red.  I twist once more.  His cock goes off.  Mine is just below his and it is covered with his cum.  I stand up and tell him to lick it off.  He is suddenly no longer an obedient sub.  He declines and gets dressed.  I use his cum for lube…

*

From the beginning, one of the men in the room was a very hot Latino.  Likely early 40’s, Hollywood handsome face.  He went from groping to openly jerking his sizable dick.  He sat where he could see all the action and both screens.  He was exclusively on the straight screen when I arrived, but was watching both (and us) as the afternoon progressed.

The men I played with all commented on him to me in whispers.  How hot, but why bother to be here, they all said, if you aren’t going to do anything.  I countered that this new set up was perfect for him.  He would never have ventured into the gay side when the theatres were separate.  And now he can watch gay action and see it’s not so scary.  I’m betting, if he keeps coming back, he will be letting guys on his dick in six months…

*

I sit back down with my jizz covered cock.  I stroke.  A white guy, with a shaved head and in his 50’s, comes in.  A gym built body.  He instantly pulls out a beautiful seven incher.  He strokes, sitting to my right, next to the older, juicy man.  I stroke, occasionally licking some of the nipple clamp’s jizz from my fingers.  Shaved Head is looking at me.

“Do you want that sucked?” I venture.

“No, but I’m cumming on your dick.”

It doesn’t take him long.  He stands and beckons me over.  My dick is no longer frothy from the first load on it.  He aims and covers me with really milky cum.  There is so much, some drips to the floor, but not much.  I finger some up to my mouth and I taste it.  His eyes are riveted to me.  I smile.  He smiles.  He quickly zips up and leaves.

I stroke with a new load on my cock.  I can’t believe I have had guys do this twice in one day—as it’s something that has rarely happened to me.

A hot boy comes in.  He sits next to the cock sucker who can’t get hard due to poppers.  In moments, he is sucking off the young man, feeding him poppers.  I know the guy is going to shoot.  So, I suck the older man next to me.  Surprisingly, he gives me a full load and leaves.

The young man leaves, sated.  The poppers guy says goodbye, too.  The hot Latino also shoves his very hard cock in his jeans and leaves.

And Tit Clamp is back.  He wants to get fucked.  He strips naked.  He bends slightly, but as my hard dick finds his hole, he straightens up making the entry impossible.  I bend him over more.  He does the same thing.  And again.  He finally says, he should get home.  He dresses and leaves.

And I’m alone.

Fuck, not again. 

I wait.

The door opens.  A young guy.  Cute, late 20’s, white, a little cubby with dark curly hair.  He sits where the Latino sat—far away from me.  But his eyes are on my dick.  He takes his out, by stepping out of his shorts.  He’s wearing no underwear.  His cock is longer than I expect, thin and uncut.

“Do you want it sucked?”

He walks over to me.  He fondles my erection, jerking it for a moment, before he turns and tries to sit on me.

“You are going to need so much more lube,” I tell him.  (Shaved Head’s cum is long gone from my shaft.)  I get him to kneel on the chair.  He has a wonderfully furry crack.  I tongue him while greasing up my dick.

“Fuck me, daddy.”

I stand up and my head finds his hole.  I enter.  He yelps like a stuck pig.  “No way,” he pants.  “You are so much bigger than I thought…”

I really need to cum.  He seems to have no interest in sucking me.

“Can I eat your ass until I shoot?”

He loves this idea.

And so do I.  He juts his full, hairy ass towards me.  I chow down.  He’s groaning and stroking as I tongue fuck him.  The lube on my cock has reactivated the residual cum of the two men who shot on it.  Or at least in my mind it feels that way.  I jerk and lick and spit.  The young man groans out: “No one eats my ass…”

In moments, I am dropping the huge load I should have shot on Saturday…