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…