His Tongue

 Near Home—February, 2025

Even if you are a new reader, you know that I love variety with sex.  Something slightly different, to make the encounter stand out.  On the last day of February, I had just that experience.  It was a busy Friday at the bookstore; fun, but not memorable until…but I’m getting ahead of myself…

 

I walk in.  There are 14 men here.  And most of them are at least jerking their cock, if not actually engaged in sex.  This is the most men I’ve ever seen here in the new video space.  I find a seat against the wall, opposite the entrance door.  I can see both screens.  I unzip and pull out my hardening cock.  The cocksucking couple is here.  Shy One comes right over.  His warm mouth takes me to the root repeatedly.  I can see his partner, Shaved Head, actively working on a man in a dark corner by the gay screen.  Shy One goes for my balls.  I sigh.

A man across the room gives up his jizz to a hungry sucker.  Shy One glances up and watches the guy leave before he goes back to my dick.  When he finally stops, Shaved Head takes a turn, having finished off the guy in the corner.  I relax into the chair as I feel him go to work on me.  When his knees tire, I see my usual seat is open.  I move.

The seat next to me is a guy in his 50’s I don’t recognize.  He eyes my cock.  Soon his hand reaches out and replaces mine.  I reach for his.  We jerk each other.  I stop.  He stops.  I ask if I can suck him.  He gets flustered and shakes his head.  His hand is off me and he makes a show of watching the movie.

A tall man, with a big chest and a big dick sits on the other side of my stroker.  I have sucked this guy before.  We nod to each other.  He has a man on his dick the moment it is out.  My stroker watches the action, trying to just keep glancing over, but soon he is staring at the sex happening next to him.

The cocksucker changes.  The guy with the big dick has great staying power.  The new man is sure he’ll get the load.  He doesn’t.  I wait a minute, then kneel in front of the guy.  He smiles.  My stroker looks shocked, but is beating his meat faster.  I go for the guy’s balls, ignoring his cock.  Neither of the other men had licked them.  I get an instant groan of pleasure out of him.  I get them good and wet.  I take only one at a time into my mouth, with gentle suction.  Only then do I slowly lick up his shaft. 

“Fuck, yes…” he hisses.

I work hard for another three minutes, but I get the reward.  He gushes out his orgasm, his wet balls pulling up so tightly they almost disappear.  He squeezes my shoulder, as I lick him clean. Hhe takes off.  I sit back in my chair.

“That was hot,” my stroker whispers.  “You like sucking cock?”  There is some disbelief in his voice.

“Sure.”

We watch the screen in silence.  His hand is back on my cock for another moment.  And then he excuses himself.  “I need to go out to my car.  I’ll be back.”

He never returns.

No one is on me for a bit.  The crowd has thinned.  The room count is still likely a dozen, with a few new men taking the place of those who have left.  A man in his late 40’s in a knit hat (not the same guy from the previous post) is working on Shaved Head’s cock.  I’d watched him earlier with another man, who he got off very quickly.  Now, in the same back corner where Shaved Head got a load, he is being sucked himself.  I watch the video, but listen to Shaved Head’s breathing.  It is quickening.  In moments I hear him give up his load.  The cocksucking couple leave quickly, after a wash in the restroom.

I watch this new cocksucker go down on a guy off to the side.  He works intently.  And gets the a mouthful of cum.

More men leave.  Soon there are just two behind me and the new cocksucker.  He is wearing a denim jacket, the knit hat, jeans and motorcycle boots.  His hand disappears down the waistband of the jeans to find his dick while he is sucking.  His face is rather weathered, but pleasant.  He walks over to me.

“May I?”

He waits for my nod to go to his knees.  His face goes to my balls.  He inhales.  Deeply.  And sighs.  He licks up the shaft.  He takes just the head in his mouth.  His tongue is everywhere.  You can tell he is all about sucking—and has the skills of a man who’s been doing it for a long time.  He rarely takes me deeper than two inches, but when he does it is that much more electric.

He moves back to my balls, but is now getting them wet with tons of saliva.  Just like I had done, he takes only one at a time into his mouth, giving them all the attention.  He goes back and forth, repeatedly.  I jerk my dick and squirm.  It’s been a while since someone has spent so much time on them.

Now he gently pulls them up.  He begins licking my cock ring.  Everywhere along it his tongue can reach.  And now above and below it.  He wants my perinium.  He stops and looks up at me.  The look in his eyes is one of real need.  I unbuckle my belt and he pulls my pants down to my ankles.  I hunker down in the seat. He pulls the straps of the yellow jock out of his way.  He licks down my taint, stopping before he hits my tight pucker.  Up and down, leaving tons of saliva that drips down onto the chair.

He comes back up to my balls.  He licks them, still one at a time.  Sucks them.  And goes back again.  He is driving me crazy is in the best possible way.  His tongue snakes down my perineum again.  It hovers just above my asshole.  He stops and rocks back on his heels, looking at my exposed ass.

“You want to lick my ass, don’t you?” I murmur.

He nods, not quite looking me in the eyes.

“You really want it?”  My voice is still hushed.  I realize we are alone in the room; I didn’t even notice the two men leaving as his mouth was so good.  “You like to lick top ass?”

Now he looks at me.  “Please, Sir…”

I nod.  My legs come up and go on his shoulders. He goes for it.  His tongue flicks lightly over my pucker.  Repeatedly.  I stroke harder.  He licks off all the sex sweat from today.  He all but rolls it around his tongue like a fine wine.

He begins to drill into me.  He is making the hottest mewling sounds of pleasure as he licks my asshole.  Deeper and deeper.  I stop stroking my cock and concentrate on his tongue.

He comes up for air.  “You should take a hit of poppers,” he murmurs, handing me his brown bottle.  I do.  The fumes envelop me as he begins to tongue fuck me in earnest.  I touch my dick and then stop myself.  I want to prolong this moment.  His face is now plastered between my butt cheeks.  He pulls back, breathless.

He passes me the bottle again.  I inhale.  His tongue connects as I re-cap it.  He digs deeper.  And deeper.

My hand grasps my dick.  I stroke—and blow a massive load on my stomach.  I am shaking.  He stops licking and just holds my legs on his shoulders as I start to come back to reality. 

I love that he pulls a bandanna out of his back pocket and begins cleaning up the pools of semen…