"Daddy is a Cock Sucker..."

 Near Home—April, 2025

Out of the blue, a man that I had fucked repeatedly ten years or so ago resurfaced.  He contacted me and told me he had graduated to fisting.  He sent me pictures.  And video after video.  Would I like to re-unite?  I told him I would and we set a date.

As the day arrived. I got the dreaded text.  No matter how hard he tried, his clean out was not working.  Could we postpone?  We could.  I had set the entire day aside for him, so I was at loose ends.  Of course, my hard dick led me to the bookstore…

 

I walk into the dark room.  The cocksucking couple is here.  There is also a guy just doing up his pants.  I assume that one or the other of them has gotten him off.  I sit and haul out my meat.  Shaved Head is right there to be my first suck of the day.  He goes to his knees and gets my cock drooling.  I am even luckier that Shy One seems to really get turned on by this.  He comes over the instant his partner gets up and gives me even better head.  (Some day, I want to give him my load, but it will never be in the first 20 minutes there….which is when they routinely do me.)  Then the unexpected happens, Shaved Head comes back for round two.   When his knees tire, the couple takes off.  This leaves me with one man—who is far more interested in his phone than either the porn or me.  He takes off soon after.

I am left alone for a very long time.  The porn is good.  I am optimistic that others will turn up, though it is a mid-weekday and I have no idea if that will be the case.  I stroke.  The porn actually improves with a new video.  I am quite content.

And slowly the men start to arrive.  After being alone for about 30 minutes, there are now six of us here.  And a blowjob is already happening between two guys on my right.  My attention is drawn to a mixed-race man in his late 30’s.  He has a bearish build. He has taken his cock out the moment he sat down.  He sits to the side and happily strokes to both the gay and the straight videos.

I glance over at him again.  He takes his hand off his cock, exposing a very wet and glistening five-incher.  He makes a hand gesture, meaning his cock is all mine if I want it.

And I do.  I go over and kneel.  “So the hung daddy is a cocksucker,” he whispers.  I start with his balls.  They reek of sweat in the best possible way.  I can only lick the top of the sack as they are mostly in his underwear.  He stops me and pulls them out.  I lick them; I take them individually in my mouth.  His cock drools as I do it.  Occasionally I come up for a quick lap of his precum and coat his balls with it. 

He groans and tells me my tongue feels great. 

Only now do I really concentrate on his cock.  It is average in girth and short enough to not ever cut off my air.  I begin to lick up the shaft.  I toy with his piss slit with my tongue and then deep throat him.  Over and over.

His breathing changes.  “Suck me, fucker,” he moans.  “So good…”

I go back to his balls for a second.  As my tongue works up his shaft, my left hand holds the hairy wet ball sack.  I give him the tiniest squeeze and am rewarded with a pearl of precum.

He pants.

I take him to the root.  Repeatedly.  The panting continues.

“Suck it!” he hisses.  His big hand comes up and holds me down on his cock.  He pumps up into my mouth.  If his cock was bigger, I’d choke.  Instead, it’s hot as fuck as he fucks my face.  He slows down…and releases me.  I pull off him.  I drool all the saliva mixed with precum in my mouth.  It is a lovely white cascading down the light chocolate colored cock. 

I lick it all up.

He moans.

He holds my head again, bucking up into my face.  “You want my load, dontcha?”  I can only make the tiniest affirmative sound with the cock in my mouth.  He let’s me go.  I grab a breath and go back down on him on my own.  Repeatedly.

“Here it is…take it!”

I can feel his cock expand.  Instantly I am treated to a huge load of cum.  He can’t seem to stop spurting.  I can’t quite keep up.  I swallow all I can, but I find there is a small pool of jizz on his ball sack.  I clean it up as he writhes in his seat.

I keep cleaning him up until his breathing calms down.  I stop and look up at him.  “Damn…” he whispers and puts his cock away.  I stand up and sit next to him.  Sometime during the blow job, the Voyeur arrived and is sitting across from us, stroking his cock, obviously having watched most of it.  The Bear nods to him and says, “He’s really good…”

The Voyeur grins.  “Oh, I know…”

I move to the Voyeur’s cock as the bear watches me swallow the Voyeur’s long, thin cock, before slapping the Voyeur’s shoulder and heading out the door…