“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…