A New Cocksucker Works the Room

 Near Home—September, 2024

 

I finally had someone coming to the playroom—and then he cancelled at the last minute, with a questionably generic excuse.  I found myself, instead, at the bookstore.  It proved an eventful Tuesday afternoon…

 

The lot is half full.  Encouraging.  I go in and there are almost a dozen men watching the two screens.  A good-looking white guy in his 40’s is giving head to an older man.  He doesn’t stop with my entrance.  I like that.  He’s dedicated and doesn’t care. 

I sit nearby, unzip.  I pull out and stroke myself to hardness while watching this guy work the average sized cock in front of him.  Soon enough, the guy is getting his mouth filled with cum.  He swallows and cleans the guy up.  He then crawls over to me.

“Nice…” he hisses as he looks at my cock, holding me by the balls.  He takes me into his mouth.  Fuck, he’s great.  Just what I want in a cocksucker.  He’s instinctive.  And he reacts to the cues I give off.  He is not a deep throat specialist; he uses those skills sparingly. 

After a great ten minutes of sucking, I tell him I am loving it, but I can’t cum easily. 

“Cum is just something fun.  If I get it, great, but I love the sucking.”

I nod in agreement and let him keep working my shaft and my balls.

As he keeps sucking me, I notice the Voyeur is in the row of chairs against the far wall.  We nod to each other.  In moments, the Talker, sitting near him, turns his baseball cap around, kneels and begins sucking the Voyeur.  The cross-dressing Latino, today in men’s attire, is watching them.  He goes behind the Talker, reaches around and undoes his pants, pulling them down and exposing the Talker’s ass.  He puts a condom on himself and fucks the Talker, who never misses a beat in sucking the Voyeur’s dick.  He pumps into the Talker with a fast and furious stroke.  Soon he groans out his orgasm.

I had no idea the Talker liked getting fucked.  Watch and learn…

The man on my dick finally takes a break.  He stands up.  One of the oldest men there has been watching him, hungrily.  My cocksucker opens his fly, taking out a bigger than average cock, and let’s the older man go down on him.  At the same time, I hear the Voyeur groan out his climax.  He crosses the room to wash up and the Talker all but runs out the main door.

I watch the straight video.  The cocksucker of the day is soon back on me for round two.  “Been doing this since I was ten,” he tells me before taking me to the root.  He spends another ten minutes on my hard cock and balls. 

He sits next to me.  His cock out.  I ask if I should return the favor.  I kneel and he moves me from his cock to his heavy balls.  I lick and suck on those.  Only stopping when he gets up and moves to go suck the cock of a man who just walked in…

*

The Voyeur hasn’t left.  He beckons me over to suck his cock.  Try as I might, I can’t get it to stand up again, so soon after he shot.  I work his huge balls instead.  He loves this.  I even lift them and work my tongue under them.  He groans.  I suck each one, carefully, into my mouth.  I only stop when he gets a text—his phone sounding incredibly loud in the dim room.  He goes to the restroom to answer it—and moments later is out the main door.

I sit back down in my chair.  The man who is rumored to only suck guy’s off once and never touch them again is sucking the dick of my new cocksucker and another man, young and hot, going back and forth between them.  The good cocksucker beckons me to join them—but I know I’d be ignored by the guy sucking.  So, I smile and nod and watch the video. 

I stroke.  A semi-regular walks in.  He’s tall, Black, late 30’s with his hair pulled into a tight man-bun.  He is well built and showing it off in a tight tee and shorts.  He is covered in really good ink.  He nods to me as he goes by.  He sits in the chair closest to the gay screen.  He kneads the mound in his shorts.  When I turn to look at him, he unzips and pulls out his cock—which grows into a hot seven incher.  He looks at the screen.  He looks at me.  He nods.

I go over.

“Hopin’ you were here,” he murmurs as he takes his hand off his now erect cock.  He’s been outside in the sun.  He’s warm to the touch and the fresh sweat on his balls is intoxicating.  I start there.  He sighs, jerking his cock as I lick the full orbs.  I inhale deeply, loving his scent.  I work up—replacing his hand with my mouth.

“You always make me cum so fast…” he murmurs.

I just keep going.  He moans—loudly this time.  I know the good cocksucker is watching us as Mr. One Time Only has left him alone to concentrate on the hot young man.

In another few flicks of my tongue, I have this hot man convulsing in my mouth.  He shudders and shakes—but his balls seem to be all but empty.  I don’t mind at all—he is rubbing my cropped head, before holding it tight.  He eases me off his over stimulated dick, thanking me, and pulling himself together as I get up.  He takes off.  An expensive seven minutes…

*

I stroke. 

The good cocksucker is now sitting in the same chair where the guy in the man-bun dry orgasmed.  I go over.  He leans in and sucks my cock as I stand in front of him.  The change of my standing and not sitting (and the two hours of play) is making me think I could shoot.   I grab his head and begin face fucking him.  He groans.  He stops stroking himself to concentrate on me.

I pant.  He moans.  And in moments I am shooting.  The first spurt is in his mouth, but his tongue is too much for me.  I pull out and use my hand to make myself shoot four or five more blasts.  He sticks his tongue out to catch it all.  Some lands there, but at least one shot of jizz lands on his nose and runs down to his full lips.  He licks it up lasciviously, before spitting it into his hand to use as lube as he jerks his own dick…

So Many Questions

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"I Want Your Dick in Me Again"

 My Playroom—September, 2024

 

I rarely check the most vanilla hook-up site to which, for some unknown reason, I still have an account.  But I did, sometime in July.  I deleted all the ads in my inbox.  Then I took out all the handsome young men in Eastern Europe who just knew I was the man of their dreams—but needed some money to get to America.  I was left with two messages.  Neither sender had pictures or much of a profile.  Not even what turned them on.  One was from Montana.  I returned his “hello.”  The other was local.  He, at least, wrote something: “I want that big cock in my ass.”

I wrote back that I was rarely on this site.  He would have a better chance of finding me at the local bookstore than to try to arrange a meeting on here.  I clicked ‘send’ and thought no more about it.

I signed in again, a month or so later.  The same man sent me a follow up message:  “great fuck in the video room i want your raw dick in me again”

With no picture, I still had no idea who he was, but I had liked his look enough to fuck him there, so I sent him my sex email address.  He answered promptly.  We set up a playroom date, for a Monday in the middle of September, while his wife was out of town.  I still had no idea who would ring the doorbell…

 

I hear the chime just as I am setting out the water pitcher and mug in the playroom.  I go up and answer the door.  Miller is all smiles as I let him in.  He is short, my age, and rather thin and willowy.  He has a full head of grey hair and a clean-shaven face.  He looks vaguely familiar, but I’m still not sure what we did at the bookstore.  He comes in and tells me that he loved how I just bent him over and took his ass in front of two other men.  I am sure he’s telling the truth, but I can’t match him with any of the August hook ups I wrote about…

We go down and he strips down.  I am in my bathrobe with my jock and boots underneath.  I hang it on the door knob, as he puts his clothes on the chair.  We are both in pretty good shape for our age.  I suggest he keep his socks on as the concrete floor is cool.

He looks around at all the equipment and the shelf-full of toys.  “Where to even begin…?”  He’s nervous. 

I tell him to take a seat on the bed.  I tell him I am not going to do anything he doesn’t want.  I will stop immediately if something doesn’t feel good.  That this is a ‘get acquainted fuck’ to see where we want to go from here.  This seems to quiet his nerves.

I move to him, my crotch right in his face.  “Get my cock hard.”  He inhales the aroma of the jock.  He sighs.  He licks at the pouch, which surprises me.  He pulls it aside and begins licking the shaft, my balls and finally the drooling head.  He makes little mewling sounds of enjoyment as he does it.  He opens up and takes two thirds of my shaft into his mouth.  Repeatedly.  Coming up for air, after each time. 

“Get it good and wet for your ass.”

He works hard at it.  He is not an experienced cock sucker, but he likes doing it.  It makes his own cock stand up.

“I want your ass.  Do you want to be on your back or on your knees?” indicating the sling and then the bench.

He opts for the sling.  He gets in quite easily, though he tells me he has never been in one before.  He lies back.  He instantly notices the mirror above him.  He asks me to retrieve his poppers that he left on the bed.  I hand them to him before I kneel.  His ass is incredibly responsive to first, my fingers running down the crack—and then my tongue burrowing into him.  (As with all married men, I had talked clean out with him in our email exchange.  He assured me he knew how to do it for my big dick.)

I get him good and wet.  I grease up as I eat him out.

“Stick that big cock in me.” 

“Raw?”

“Only way…”

I go back to rimming as I hear him take a large hit of poppers.  I stand up as the cap goes back on.  My cockhead finds his pucker and I push in.  I glide in easily.  Miller groans out his pleasure.  He knows how to work his ass.  He works hard to give me an enjoyable first fuck.  I vary my speed—starting with a nice middle of the road fuck tempo.  He eggs me on, telling me his ass can take it.  I speed up.  He loves the sound of my testicles slapping his ass.  I only slow down so he can take another hit of poppers.

I eat his freshly fucked hole.  He is wonderfully wet.  I tell him how good he tastes.  I fuck him again.  Slower this time.  His nose is buried in the brown bottle.

I suggest he try the fuck bench.  Miller likes this idea.  I help him out and he kneels on the bench.  I tell him how to pull his knees forward to get his ass in position.  He moves and is perfectly lined up for another hard fucking.  I eat him out again as he opens the poppers. 

I fuck him the moment I know they are capped.  His eyes find the mirror to the side.  He can’t get over the fact that he gets to see my dick invade his soft ass.  And this time, when I pull out, he says: “Let me taste it!”

Another barrier down.

I bring it to him and he loves the taste of his hole on my cock.  He covers me in spit—and I stick it all back in his ass.  He poppers up and I fuck him hard enough for the bench to move slightly.

We take a break and I get him some water from the pitcher.

“I’m going to get in the sling,” I tell him.  “I want you to lick my balls and the cock ring under them.”  I set up the mat for the rimseat to give his knees extra padding before jumping in.  I keep my legs up on the chains.  He kneels and obediently does just what I asked him to do.  It feels great.  But there is no exploratory tonguing closer to my hole.

“We should trade places.” I finally murmur.

We do.  I eat his hole.  I fuck it hard.  He is poppered up the entire time he is in the sling.  His hole is gaping now.  He can’t quite close it.  He loves reaching down and feeling the change my dick has made.

“There is one more piece of equipment we should use.”  I pull out the rimseat and set it up.  The expression of slight puzzlement on his face is enough for me to know he’s never used one.  I explain he just has to sit.  I get under and he gingerly sits down.  The moment my tongue goes into his gape, he is delighted.  I hear the poppers open.  Miller is panting.  I eat his juicy hole, the gape allowing me to go even deeper than usual.  I lick and spit.

“I don’t mind if you use your teeth,” he whispers.  I find his engorged ass lips and lightly chew them.  He groans.  “Keep doing that.  So hot…”

We only stop when he realizes his hole is becoming tender.

“Can I still breed you?”

“Can you fuck me, pull out and shoot on my face?”

I agree, helping him back in the sling.   I slide into his wet, gaping hole.  He huffs again. I take his bottle from him and take a hit.  They are strong—and take me over the edge.  I fuck hard.  And fast.  I pull out just in time to take two steps to the side and cover his face and open mouth.  The first spurt hits his forehead.  The next three land in his mouth.  He savors and swallows.  He moves to suck my dick.  I hold him off my wilting, dripping cock for another 30 seconds, before I let him clean it to his heart’s content…

*

He loved everything we did.  And apologized for over using the poppers. I was pleased he had really read my profile.  He is intrigued by fisting and watersports.  I am sure he will be back…

Three Men and a Dick

 Near Home—September, 2024

 

After the great asses of the last post, I wanted more.  I went back just a few days later, looking to see who was around.  It was a Saturday afternoon.  This time it wasn’t great butts on offer, but some amazing throat skills that left me very happy…

 

I park and as I’m headed to the entrance, I’m stopped by one of the busiest cocksuckers here.  He leans in to me and says: “There’s a guy here you need to let do you.” 

“Oh?”

“He’s sitting against the side wall.  Dark hair, good looking.  Guys are telling me his throat is amazing.”

I thank him and go in.  There are maybe half a dozen men here.  And there is a man, sitting alone on the side wall, who I don’t recognize.  I nod to him.  He pays no attention.  I sit on the far wall, so we are across from each other.  I unzip and stroke myself to full erection.  I notice there are a pair of men playing in the corner closest to the gay video screen.  One is on his knees and sucking the seated man.  Other men have their cocks out or are kneading bulges in their pants.

The guy with the skills is now looking right at me.  I nod again.  He looks away at the screen.  I do the same.  I stroke to the video.  I get up and piss in the restroom.  When I come back, I sit a chair away from the guy. 

He can’t take my eyes off my hard cock.  In moments, he slips to the floor and devours me.  He has great tongue work—but in another few minutes, he shows me his real skill.  He takes me to the root absolutely effortlessly.  Again and again.  And his tongue never stops when he comes up between the deep throatings.  He’s incredible.  It feels super tight when I am lodged all the way down his throat, but it’s not uncomfortable like I can find it with many men. 

He finally breaks for air.  He sits next to me and becomes chatty.  He used to have a terrible gag reflex and he worked hard to fix it.  (I tell him he should be proud of that.)  He is just passing through Michigan on his way home and stopped to suck as much cock as he could. 

I apologize that I’m not easy to get off, but he says it’s not about the load for him, it’s the stretch.  He’s happy to take the cum if it happens, but it’s not why he does it.  And to make his point, he slips to the floor and spends the next 10 minutes taking me to the root repeatedly.  And he even licks my balls.

He sucks me for a good 45 minutes, with lots of mini breaks for some water.  When a new guy comes in, I tell him to feel free to investigate.  He goes off and is soon kneeling between the guy’s spread legs.

And I have a new man on my cock.  He’s been watching all the deep throating and now that the guy has moved off, he’s here.  He kneels.  His hands go behind his back as his tongue touches my dick head.  He can’t take me deeply and doesn’t really try.  But his tongue is active—and it’s his ‘born to serve’ attitude that is a huge turn on.  After the first few moments, he asks for instruction.  I tell him to start with my balls and not leave them until they are soaking.  He does just what I ask.  I give him permission to lick up the shaft.  He follows my directions to the letter.  His tongue feels great, but it’s the tiniest servile moan that really turns me on.  My cock is juicing.  I tell him to lick it all off and swallow it.  He does.  With great pleasure.

The Deep Throater comes back.  He sits near us and watches.  (He never takes his cock out in the two hours I am around him.)  My servile boy (who is pushing 40, with a receding hair line, and a body that had once been gym built, but has gone soft) becomes self-conscious.  He gets up and sits down on my other side.  DT goes back down on me.  He shows off a little for the other cock sucker.  I gasp as he takes me deep and milks me with his throat muscles.  He comes up, grins at the cock sucker and does it again.  Then he goes off to see if he can get on a young bearded man who just walked in.

I have round two with my servile boy.  I undo my belt and drop my pants to around my ankles.  I tell him to lick under my balls—to get his tongue between my nut sack and the metal cock ring.  He does it—loving to be given a task.  I don’t let him back to my cock for a long time—I am more than happy to lightly stroke it as he keeps licking.

I idly notice that the bearded boy is a grower.  He dropped his pants, revealing a tiny little dick, but it has grown to almost seven inches—and Deep Throater is there.  He is making the younger man very happy.

I tell my boy, his hands still behind his back, that he can now lick up my cock shaft to the wet head.  He does.  Slowly.  And with tons of spit.  He takes me into his mouth.  I know he wants my load after all this—but I’m just not there.  I’m having too much fun.

He squirms oddly as he is sucking.  “Do you need to get off your knees?” I ask.  He reluctantly says yes.  He moves back across the room.  Watching Deep Throater bring the young bearded man over to me.

“I told him he should try your cock on for size,” Deep Throater chuckles softly.  The Bearded Guy, nicely built, maybe 35, with a hipster length beard, kneels and gives me good head.  He can’t beat the two that have gone before, but his enthusiasm is fabulous.  And his beard is great on my wet balls.  He grunts and moans out his pleasure at sucking a bigger cock.  He is jerking like crazy.

Suddenly he is off me and stands.  “Want my load?”  I lean in and am treated to the massive amount of semen of those under 40. 

He thanks me for both my dick and my willingness to take him as he zips up and leaves.

Deep Throater does one more round on my cock, but I know I’m not going to blow a load easily now.   I thank him and wish him good travels and head home for dinner, just as satisfied as if I’d fed him…

“Oh, Daddy! Knock Me Up!!”

 Near Home—September, 2024

I had no play time for 10 days straight.  My balls ached for release—but I was too busy to even jerk a load out.  I suddenly had free time on a Thursday afternoon.  I took it.  Somebody up there was looking out for me…

 

The parking lot of my local bookstore is all but empty.  I sigh.  But at this point, good porn will suffice.  I pay and go into the theatre.  The only occupant seems to be a very old man who is asleep in the corner near the gay screen.  I sit.  The straight porn is full of three big dicked men demanding a young woman please them all. 

I stroke.

The restroom door opens.  It’s the Voyeur.  He sits in the corner, a few chairs away from me and gets his dick out.  We jerk.  Eventually I get the nod.  I go over and suck his dick.  I start on his fragrant ball sack.  He moans and reaches down to guide my head up his shaft.  I lick his head a lot before I swallow him down.  He takes delight in forcing the last half-inch into me so that it makes me gag around his entire shaft.  He does it twice before the door opens.

A good-looking white guy, somewhere between 35 and 40, comes in.  He is blond and thickly built.  I vaguely recognize him.  He sits in the chair I vacated.  He watches me suck dick—and then moves over next to us.  His thick dick is out, but not hard.  The Voyeur pushes me over onto his cock.  I suck it but I can’t get it much harder.

The Voyeur has whispered something in the guy’s ear, which I can’t hear.  But I hear the guy say ‘Yes.’  The Voyeur clears his throat and I look up. 

“I want to see you fuck him,” he tells me.  “He wants your big cock raw.”

I stand up.  So does the blond.  He pulls off his shorts and underwear.  It’s a thick, hairy ass.  He bends over, holding onto the chair handles.  Seeing that ass, I now remember him.  I used to fuck him in the back corner of the gay theatre.  I kneel and begin eating out his hairy crack.

The Voyeur stands up.  He loves to watch me fuck.  He beats his black shaft as hard as he can.  It quickly begins precumming.  I lean over and lick up his pre-jizz and tongue it in the thick ass in front of me.  Both men groan, realizing what I’ve done.

“Fuck him hard.  You know he loves your cock.”

Has the Voyeur seen me fuck him before?  Maybe.  I don’t care.  I just want to get this hole relaxed and open.  With each thrust of my tongue, the Blond is getting looser.  He groans—and hits his bottle of poppers.  It does just what it’s supposed to do—his hole flowers open for me.  I eat his full ass lips for a moment, before standing up.  My cock is rampant and drooling.

I push into him.  He groans.  The Voyeur steps closer and watches my cock invade the guy’s ass inch by inch.  I bottom out. 

“Fuck, you feel even bigger than that thing looks.”

I grin at the Voyeur and hold a moment.  Then I begin a slow pump.  The guy grabs his soft cock and begins pulling on it.  I pick up the tempo.  It feels like it’s been forever since I fucked an ass.  I love seeing my shaft pump between his very pronounced ass lips.  They cling to me on every backstroke.

I am building to full speed.  I suddenly pull out and slap my cock on his ass cheeks.  The Voyeur groans—seeing my angry red dick lie there for a millisecond, before I shove it back into him.

“Breed him,” the Voyeur whispers.

“You want cum in your ass?”

“You know I do.  Fuck it deep…”

I really could shoot, after all the days of no sex at all.  I start driving at full speed.

“Do it…” the Voyeur breathes.  “Fill him up.”

I grunt.  My cock spasms.  I shoot one or two spurts into him.  He pulls off me and spins around to suck my cock.  He cleans me up.  I am surprised I can let him do it so easily—none of that every nerve ending on edge feeling.

The guy thanks me and takes off.

The Voyeur hugs me and does the same.

I am still hard.  Once again, my balls spat out semen, but didn’t take me over the top.

I sit and stroke.

Time passes.  I am on the edge of leaving when the door opens.  Two people come in.  One is a guy in his 30’s with reddish hair, thickly built and wearing a ballcap.  The other is early 20’s, tall and willowy.  I look again at the tall one.  Shoulder length hair.  A tight white tee and ripped Daisy Dukes shorts. Sandals.  He, and I am now pretty sure he is a he, is the most androgynous person I have seen here.  He is not a cross dresser—but just dresses perfectly for his feminine appearance.

And he has his eyes glued to my hard cock.  He steps out of his sandals.  He slithers out of his shorts, down to pink lacey thong panties, hiding his small dick.

“Daddy, let me suck that.”

Without waiting for an answer, he is on all fours and sucking my cock.  His ass wiggles as he sucks.  I am pretty sure I will be up another ass in mere moments.  Ball Cap guy strokes to the sex—wanting some himself.

The young man comes up for air.  “I need to sit on this, Daddy.  May I?”  He stands up. 

I lube my cock.  He turns and carefully impales himself.  He slides down carefully, looking at Ball Cap guy jerking furiously.  He’s tight.  But experienced for this age.  He begins working his ass, clenching down on me with each stroke.  I let him do all the work.  I just sit there, so glad I didn’t fully get off before.

His legs eventually tire and he reluctantly pulls off me.

“I want to fuck you bent over,” I tell him.  He bends, using the same chair I had just railed the Blond’s fat ass in.

“Will that make you shoot in me, Daddy?”

I don’t answer, I go to my knees, pull aside the pink thong and eat out the hole that I just fucked.  The difference in the age of the skin is remarkable between the two asses I have had my face buried in today.  He is so soft and hairless.  Everywhere.  I stand up.  I slap my cock on his upturned ass.  Ball Cap stands up to watch me slide in.  I push into the tight little hole, stretching it wide.

“Oh, Daddy!  Knock me up!!”

I begin to fuck.  I force myself to go slow.  My cock splits this thin guy in two.

“I want your load so much…”

I begin fucking faster.  Ball Cap tries to move so that he could get his cock sucked at the same time, but my boy doesn’t take the hint.  He is only thinking of me.

“Fill my boi-pussy up!  Breed me!!”

I am fucking at top speed now.  And I know my cock will erupt at any moment.  “Here it is,” I pant.  “Take it!”

And I cum.  Everything in my balls is emptied into this tight, androgynous boy.  He groans and milks my cock for all he can.  I finally pull out and wipe the last drop on his once tight pucker.  He reaches back and pushes it into his ass, before licking his finger clean…

*

Phone numbers were exchanged.  The idea of the sling excited both of us…

“May I Suck That Beauty?”

 Near Home—September, 2024

 

I had some time to play again on the weekend after my last trip to the bookstore.  Sunday afternoons had, in the past, often been a busy time.  Off I went, hoping to lighten my balls…

 

There are only three cars in the lot.  And one has to be the clerks.  I almost turn around and go home, but I’m here.  Maybe the videos will be really good.  I go in, pay and go into the theatre with the two screens.  Two men are here—one is the man with the very small cock who always has the popper bottle next to his nose.  The other is man I don’t recognize, older, heavily built and barely looking at the screen or at anything in particular.

I sit in my usual chair so I can keep track of both screens.  Both videos are good.  The gay threeway is particularly hot.  The young man being used at both ends is doing everything he can to give two older daddies the best sex of their lives.  My cock is hard and dripping from watching the action.  I stroke. 

The door opens.  It’s the Voyeur.  He grins and comes over to sit next to me.  We both refuse the offer of poppers from two seats away.  The Voyeur gets out his long thin dick.  He strokes it hard.  He is watching the threeway, too.  He actually moans as the two daddies switch places.  The camera zeros in on the young man sucking the juicy dick that has been in his ass.  He hungrily takes it into his mouth.  The two daddies on the screen, still inside the young man, bend over the boy and kiss each other.  It’s electric.

The Voyeur stands up.  He sticks his long, black dick in my mouth.  I try to work him as hungrily as the young man on the screen.  The Voyeur sighs.  He grabs hold of my head and begins fucking my face.  I think he’s close—which is surprising as he’s just arrived.  But at that moment, his phone gives off a distinct tone.  He groans—and not in a sexual way.  He pulls out of my mouth and moves to the restroom to deal with the intrusion.

I watch the delightfully messy cumshots in the porn.  The young man’s ass and mouth are both dripping seed as the camera irises out.  The Voyeur comes back in view, he gives me a wave and is out the door.

I stroke.  The duo in the next porn scene can’t possibly be as hot.  But they are good.  The director seems to love cum, precum and spit as much as I do.  All are liberally exchanged.  I watch and stroke.

A long time.

The door opens.

A white man, likely in his early 40’s, enters.  His head is shaved.  His plain white tee hugs his chest—showing off his work at the gym.  He sits to the side.  He watches the straight porn—until he sees my dick.  Now his focus is all on me.  Never taking his eyes off me, he unzips and takes out a hot seven incher.  He strokes it for a moment.  Then he comes towards me.

“May I suck that beauty?” he asks.

I nod.  He kneels.  He inhales the scent from my balls.  He moans.  He finds the fabric of the jock pouch wadded up to the side.  He works a finger under it and leans in to inhale the scent from it.  He moans again.  Only then does he move to my wet cock.  His tongue flicks out and tastes my precum beading up on the slit.  He swallows it hungrily.  He licks down the shaft.  And back up.  Finally, he ovals his mouth and takes me deep inside him. 

Fuck, he’s great.  I sigh.  His tongue is restless.  It never stops.

He finally pulls off my shaft and begins to lick my balls.  I hear him increase the speed of his left hand on his own dick—he is jerking himself swiftly.   He is getting my balls very wet.  After they are both sopping, he takes one and then the other into his mouth, giving them the tiniest stretch as he does it—but it is done so delicately, it never hurts. Once both have been in his mouth, he raises them with his free hand, coated in his precum from the jerking and begins licking at my cock ring under them.

I groan and tell him I love what he’s doing.  He moans in response and stays right there, lapping and giving little flicks with his tongue to the wrinkled skin.  And then his own fingers, to taste his own juices.  I close my eyes and hunker down in the chair—giving him better access.

Eventually, he works back up my shaft.  As his tongue traces upward, he finally pauses and asks “I am really close to shooting.  You want it?”

“Sure. Don’t waste it.”

I expect him to stand up, but instead he begins sucking my cock at a faster tempo.  His lips feel incredible as they glide down my shaft, made so wet by my precum and his spit.  He does it over and over—always stopping just before he chokes on me.

Suddenly, he rears up.  His dick is inches from my face.  I lean in and take his cock.  Happy to take his load after he’s given me so much pleasure.  He entire body shakes as he fires off round after round into my mouth and throat.  I swallow fast, not wanting to let any drip into my beard.  He grabs my shoulders and hangs on.

I clean his cock, savoring every drop.  Only then does he let go—and thank me.  He zips up and leaves.

I glance at the two men who were there when I arrived.  The poppers guy enjoyed the show—the other one is fast asleep…

Flipping the Switch

 Near Home—August, 2024

I took some time off from my latest work gig on the last Thursday of the month.  I worked all morning and took the afternoon at the local bookstore.  The parking lot was very full.  But would it be a playful group or just men who sit and watch…?

 

I walk in and close the door behind me.  I stand there for a moment, letting my eyes adjust.  The entire row in which I normally sit is full of men.  All jerking their cocks.  I smile.  I go and sit against the far wall where there are two more men.  I can see both screens from here.  Near the gay screen is a large Black man I recognize from this place.  A young white cub is closer to me.  In fact, in moments he moves one chair over so we are next to each other.

“You suck, don’t you?” he whispers.  He waves his thick, stubby cock at me.  His expression is a mix of hope and lust.

I smile and nod before slipping to the floor.  The moment I take him into my mouth, I feel the row of jerking men change their focus from the straight screen to us.  The young cub is very vocal about how much he is enjoying my mouth.  He can’t stop moaning.  I love that the five strokers are beating their meat harder and faster.  You can hear it—it is a lovely accompaniment to the moans of the cub.

He can’t last long.  “I’m…I’m…gonna…”

And he shoots.  Filling my mouth with the mega-sized load of men under 30.  I swallow and clean him up.  He is thrilled he has no need of the fast-food napkin clutched in his hand.  He takes off.  With him leaving, the youngest man here is now in his mid-50’s.

I jerk.  Pleased I have energized the room.  But the row of men stroking, just return to the video, there is no stray hand on another man’s erection.  Nothing overt.

The Black guy get up.  He kneels in front of me.  He begins to suck me.  Well, actually not.  He licks the head and jerks my cock with his big hand.  As I don’t shoot into his mouth instantly, he tightens the grip and jerks harder.  It hurts and I tell him so.  He eases up on the grip, but still never really takes me into his mouth.

I finally beg for a break.  He gets up.  The fly of my pants is soaked in his spittle.  I sigh—but it’s not like I wear good clothes when I come here.

The door opens.  A man comes in, around my age.  He comes right to me, as if we know each other.  “May I?” he whispers.

I nod.  He goes to his knees and gives me the kind of head I love:  lots of tongue, lots of variety with speed and depth.  I hear him unzip and jerk himself as he sucks and sucks.  He only stops when his knees fail him.  He zips up and leaves, nodding in my direction.  I check the floor to see if he shot, but can find no trace of semen…just some stray spittle that missed my pants.

The row of five jerking men finally changes.  One gets up to leave.  It leaves a chair open next to the youngest of the group—a white man in his mid-50’s with a shaved head and a handsome face.  He projects a very straight persona, from how he interacts with the men around him, to how he’s dressed, to his high interest in the man on the screen eating a young woman out after they’ve been endlessly fucking.

He is stroking a hot seven incher, cut and very pink.

I sit next to him, not expecting more than an eyeful. 

We stroke and stroke.  One more man in our row leaves.

Then I get the nod.  He wants my mouth.  I kneel and give him the best head I know how to give.  He squirms and strokes my closely cropped hair.  “Suck my dick, man.  I love that your swallow…”

This makes me work harder.  I really want his load.  I deep throat him repeatedly.

He suddenly stands up.  I think he’s about to shoot, but he pushes past me to the guy in the corner.  He kneels and starts giving head himself.  He is behaving likes he’s obsessed—like a switch has been thrown by my mouth on his cock.  The guy he is attempting to suck tries to push him away, but he stays there—and the guy is suddenly ok with it.  So ok, he gives Mr. Straight Appearing a load of cum in his mouth.

He swallows.

Straight Appearing moves to the man with the two-inch cock who continually huffs poppers.  He is offered a hit by Two-Incher.  He takes it and begins sucking the guy.  He gets another load in his mouth.  Straight Appearing groans and stands up, jerking his dick wildly.  I kneel in front of him.  He jerks and jerks—telling me to stay off him until he tells me.  He jerks panting and groaning out his need.  I moan in counterpoint.

“Now!  Take it, fucker!”

He steps towards me and I lean in.  It’s a big load.  Thick and viscus.  He let’s me clean him up.  He twists his balls to give me ever last drop.

He leaves with a quick pat on my shoulder.

The room empties.

I stay and jerk.

Gradually a new crop of men begin to filter into the room; but I need to leave soon myself.

A big bear, who has sucked me often in the past, enters.  He falls to his knees and his thick tongue is all over my dripping dick.  I really want to give it up for him.  Another man, a greying daddy, comes in.  He sees us and whips out his dick.  He sticks it in my mouth.  Perfect.

The guy in my mouth is pumping with intent.  I idly wonder which of us will shoot first.

Then he pulls out of my mouth.  “I want to fuck you,” he tells the bear.  The bear stands up to ditch his pants.  “Not here.”  He leads him to the restroom and locks the door.

Well, fuck.  I’d wondered if guys would use it as a private room—but this is the first time I’ve seen it happen.  And likely not the last.  I hear clothes being shed behind the door.

It’s almost five o’clock.  I put my dick away and reluctantly leave, still slightly sticky fingered….

The Descent

 

With the extra workload that I have picked up, I was becoming a little worried that I would run out of adventures to share with you.  I still have one from August to write up, but my September sexapades have been few and far between—though fun. 

As luck would have it, Osvaldo sent me more pictures of our time together at the bathhouse.  His pictures, that he takes when we are alone in his room there, almost always have his face in them.  Well, not this set.  It is a great set of stills likely edited out of a video of us.  We shall call this The Descent, for rather obvious reasons.  

Or perhaps, Every Last Inch…

These are from the night I called:  Osvaldo Takes the Loads