The Jerking Crowd Shows Its Appreciation...(Part Two)

 Near Home—August, 2024

 

(This picks up right where we left off…)

 

“Tongue fuck me, Daddy…” he whispers so low that only I can hear him.  I spit on his hole.

Jamal spins around.  His big cock is about to explode.  He gets the head into my mouth just in time for the first blast.  He pushes deeper into my throat.  He is deep enough I can’t taste any more of the jizz shooting out.  My mouth is stretched by his thickness—and it feels him pulse with each spurt.

He holds onto my shoulders.  He pulls back slightly.  He lets me tongue up the last drip coming out of his dick, before he pulls away altogether and sits across from where we were sitting, still half naked, his cock wet and glistening.

I sit back on my haunches.  I can’t make a move to get up.  Jamal is panting.  The big bear he is sitting next, who has been stroking to our session, reaches over to touch Jamal’s dick.  It is still hard.  Jamal lets him stroke it lightly.  In moments, the man leans over and sucks it.  Jamal seems to be ready to go again.  (Oh, to be young and ever hard…)

I finally manage to get up and sit in my seat, watching the Bear work on Jamal.  The Talker, a white guy around my age who always wears a ballcap to hide his thinning hair, comes over.

“Are you angry with me?” he whispers.

“Why should I be?”

“I’m the one who sucked your cock while he sat on your face.”

“Angry?  It was hot as fuck.”  I move to my knees to thank him properly, taking his thick dick into my mouth.  He sighs and lets me suck him.  But I know he’ll never cum.  As I suck, I keep tabs on Jamal.  He has moved to sucking the Bear.  Another pair of men who stroked to our rimming session are paired off and giving each other head.  Two others are stroking to all the oral sex happening around them.

The Talker thanks me, puts his cock away and goes out into the lobby to, well, talk to the cashier.  I watch Jamal suck the Bear’s dick.  Suddenly, he just gets up.  He looks at none of us, grabs his shorts and just takes off to the bathroom—and out the door.

I go over to the Bear.  I have fucked him before.  He leans forward and he sucks my cock.  I play with his exposed hairy chest.  I ask if he wants to get fucked.

“I didn’t prep for that—I had no idea two huge dicks would be here today.”

I let him suck and jerk himself.  Suddenly, he shoots all over his thick, hairy stomach.  I bend over and lick up the last drop of cum oozing from his dick.  He cleans up and leaves.

I sit.  I watch the two men who are exchanging blow jobs.  In moments, the currently seated guy groans out his orgasm.  The guy sucking takes it all in his mouth.  I see him swallow.  The act of swallowing jizz sets off his own orgasm.  He shoots between the sandals of the guy who gave him his load.  They leave together, after a joint stop in the restroom.

I eye the two men still stroking.  One I know from here.  He used to love to stand in the corner behind the door of the gay cinema and give me his load after he had jerked for hours.  I nod to him.  In answer, he spreads his legs invitingly.

I go over.  He is white, likely pushing 50 and dressed like he is on a long lunch from his office.  I kneel and suck his thick dick into my mouth.  This seems to be the day for thicker cocks.  I work carefully on him to make sure I don’t scrape him with my teeth.  He moans and rubs my head.

“It’s been forever since you did me…” he mumbles.  He opens his poppers.  I know this is his cue to get off.  He inhales.  Almost instantly, his cock head swells.  Cum begins pouring out of his cock.  It doesn’t shoot, but doesn’t dribble, either.  It pours onto my tongue and down my throat.  It is hot enough, this massive load filling my mouth, I stop touching my own dick.  I lick every drop off his cock before I let him stand up.

The other stroker, a bald white man over 60, has been watching it all.  He has, what else, but a longer, thick cock.  I am still on my knees, catching my breath.  He walks over, this hardon swinging. 

“Suck me.”

It’s not a question.  It’s a statement.  And I am on such a cum/endorphine high, I would be sucking anyone who wanted it.  He pushes into my mouth.  He is in charge.  I just provide the receptacle.  He fucks into me, holding me by the ears.  Normally, I worm away from this kind of face fuck, but not today.  It’s hot.  I only worry it will take me over the edge before he shoots.

Suddenly he stops pumping into my face.  I begin working with my tongue.  It’s everywhere.  On his shaft.  All over his cock head.  Burrowing into his juicy piss slit.

“You fucker, you’re gonna make me shoot good.”

He grabs the sides of my head again and pumps into me a couple of strokes.  Instantly, his cock begins firing off a load.  I swallow rapidly to keep up.

And my own cock gives it up.  All over the floor.  I’ve had so much hot stimulation today.  I grunt and shoot and swallow all at the same time.

He lets me clean him up, before he’s out the door, letting it bang shut.

I am alone.  Every man, but the Talker, of this bigger afternoon crowd, has gotten off today.

I look down.  The pool of my semen on the floor is quite large.  I watch the last drop ooze out of my dick and land in the middle of it…