Giving Him the Load He Craves

 Near Home—August, 2024

 

My gig work was starting to get in the way of my playing.  I carved out some time to visit my usual haunt on a Friday afternoon, late in the month.  This was the first step of a weekend of sex, as I was headed up to fuck Osvaldo the next day.  I knew that Saturday would be all about dick in ass…so I was hoping to get my dick sucked this Friday afternoon…

 

The parking lot has a handful of cars in it.  I go in, out of the heat of the August afternoon.  I see two men sitting next to each other, quite near the door, which is unusual.   One is a man around my age.  He is in shorts and a polo shirt.  He also has his short, fat cock in his hands and is stroking to the straight porn.  Next to him is a man who is at least 10 years older.  He is fully dressed—and looking longingly at the man jerking his dick.  I nod to them and go sit in my regular chair, in this new configuration of the room, where I can keep an eye on both screens (and the jerker.)  I pull out my cock.

The older man hears the zipper on my pants.  He turns to watch me take my cock out.  It stands up, tall and proud, sticking out above my fist.  Instantly, he is on his feet.  He sits in the chair next to me.  He ogles my cock.  I glance at him.  I see him swallow hard before he speaks.

“I love to suck,” he whispers.  “You have a beauty.”

I thank him and turn back to the video.  It is quite hot; I can see why the other guy is jerking so hard to it.

Once more I hear the whisper.  “May I?  I’m really good at it.”

I shrug and tell him he can.  It is rather painful to watch him get to his knees.  He uses my knees to help with the descent.  His soft hands take hold of my balls and he leans forward.  And every tooth left in his mouth comes in contact with my cockhead or shaft.  I wince, reminding him to cover his teeth.  He pulls off me with a surprised and wounded look.

“Nobody tells me that.”  But he makes a show of wrapping his lips over his top set of teeth.  This is better, but not good.  In a moment, he relaxes his vigilance and the teeth connect again.  To the point I am afraid he’ll draw blood. 

I tell him that’s enough.  With a struggle he sits back up in the chair next to me, a vision of wounded pride.

I stroke.

The Talker comes in, nodding to me.  He sits out of my sight line, watching the gay video.

“Do you suck?”

The man next to me has opened his fly.  It’s a nub of a dick head, fully hard.  He has shaved his pubic hair to make it look bigger.  I think about helping him out, but on a second glance I notice the shaved skin is an angry red color.  I pass.

All four of us in the room watch porn and stroke.

The door opens.  A young man comes in.  His hair is rather long.  He sits in the chairs that line the wall where the straight screen hangs.  He looks right at me.  He is thin, mid 30’s and looks familiar.  I finally place him.  Before he grew his hair out, he was the man who always insisted that we play in a closed booth.  I eventually made him suck me in front of others.  And he learned to enjoy it (though I could never fuck him in front of others.)  I haven’t seen him in months, maybe even a year.

He nods to me.  I nod back.  I open my legs wider.  He gets up, kneels in front of me and begins to suck.  Such a relief after the other.  Great technique and an incredibly wet mouth.  The older man is not pleased—and yet he watches the shaggy haired young man blow me.

In moments, The Talker stands up and moves to my side.  He opens his fly and strokes himself hard.  The moment it is, he brings it even with my mouth.  I take him to the root.  He grunts out his pleasure.  Long ago, this would have made the young man run away.  He acknowledges it now, and happily returns to my dick.

But it’s too much for the older man.  He gets up in a huff, tries his luck with the other stroker, who rebuffs him (again, I assume) and he stomps out. 

I suck and get sucked.  I notice the stroker get up and come a little closer to us.  He likes the live porn, but he doesn’t want to join us.  In moments he drops his load on the floor.  At the same time, The Talker pulls out of my mouth.  He stuffs himself away and goes out to the lobby, likely to talk.  The stroker runs to the restroom.

The young man is relentless.  He wants a load.  I hear him unzip and take his cock out, never pausing in the constant up and down on my shaft.  Finally, his knees give out before my balls give up their prize.  He sits in the seat vacated by the older man.  His long, thin cock juts to the ceiling. 

“Do you want me to take a turn?” I ask, knowing he will say no.

“Sure…”

I try not to look surprised.  I kneel and suck his dick.  He is dripping like crazy.  I lap up all his precum and swallow it down, jerking myself.  I realize this might be the way to give him what he wants.  I move to his smallish balls, pulled tight against his body.  I lick them.  He sighs.

The Talker is back, standing to the side.  Observing and kneading his cock mound through his pants.

I work my way back up the young man’s shaft.  His dick is a fountain of precum.  I lick him clean.  He moans—deep in his throat.

That does it.  I stand up and begin to fuck his face.  He is surprised—but loving it.  His own hand is on his wet cock—and then he stops doing that as I fuck his face faster.

“Give it to him!” hisses The Talker.

In just a few more strokes, I do.  It has to be a huge load.  It’s been almost a week of no play.  He swallows and swallows.  The young man greedily takes every drop, thrilled I got off in his mouth once more…