Cum Slut (Part One)

 Near Home—April, 2025

The house party I love so much was coming up on Saturday night.  Here it was Friday and I was horned just thinking about it.  I knew I’d do a lot of fucking the next day, so I was content to get my dick sucked and maybe suck one or two myself.  The gods of hot sex must have heard my wish…

 

I go into the theatre.  It is crowded.  A good-looking guy is sitting in my usual chair.  I sit in the same row.  Instantly a very old man moves to sit in the only other vacant chair in this row, right next to me.  He is all smiles, bobbing his head as if we are old friends.  He may well have seen me before, but I don’t remember any interaction with him.  He reaches for my hardening cock.  His soft hands stroke it to full hardness.  He grins at his expertise.

A man, sitting to the side, is desperately trying to get his cock hard.  It erects as he watches me be stroked.  He has a full two inches of dick.   He looks at me and waits for my stroker to stop.  When he does, he comes over.  He kneels and takes me in his mouth.  I take a sharp intake of breath from the pain.  I have never connected with so many teeth at one time.  I tell him to cover them.  He doesn’t do it and tries again.  I wince and tell him to stop.  He goes back to his seat, his cock wilted.

“Let me soothe that,” the old man next to me whispers.  He slips to his knees and gives me wonderful head.  I revel in his mouth, squeezing his shoulder.  When he tires, he gets up and wanders off towards the gay screen, which is out of my sightline today.

The door opens.  The hot young man who asked me to rim him for the first time comes in.  There is a vacant chair in the corner, two away from me.  He sits.  He smiles at me.  He bares his slender cock, coaxing it to hardness.  I wait a moment then get up and kneel in front of him.  This is a great cock to suck.  It never cuts off my air, even though it is long enough to enter the throat.  I work on his shaft.  The piss slit.  His balls.  He pulls his shorts down farther so I can get at them more easily.  He is certainly not going to ask for a rim job today with all these men around.  He groans each time I take him to the root.

A good-looking guy, who’s just come in, is now standing next to us, stroking a dick that is just slightly smaller than mine.  I secretly hope the young man will take him in his mouth, but he doesn’t.  But he is getting off on being the center of attention.  Another man, on the other side, is stroking himself with a hard beating fist as he watches me work him over.  The hot young man groans again as I take him deep.

“Give him your load,” whispers the seated stroker.

“So close…” he tells me.

The words act as his trigger.  He fires off a huge young man’s load down my throat.  I pull back slightly to get the last three spurts on my tongue.  I wipe them all over his wilting cock, just so I can lick them back up.  I suck him clean until he pleads with me to stop—as he’s just to sensitive.  I rock back on my heels and he makes a beeline to the restroom.

I sit in his chair he just vacated.  The big dicked stroker is still right there.  “Want some more?” he asks.  I do.  Once I taste jizz, I can’t get enough.  It’s like a switch.  I reach for his big balls and guide him to my mouth.  It’s not the best angle sitting there, but my knees are sore enough I don’t really want to return to them.  They guy doesn’t seem to mind.

Suddenly, the man stroking on the other side is on his knees sucking me.  This is perfect.  He has a great mouth and I have this big dick in mine.  I let the guy go to town on me and work on improving the angle with the guy standing.

“Do my balls.”

I am happy to lick them.  They are hairy and tight to his body.  They also have the sweat from the first half of his day on them.  I groan.  He strokes his dick as I lick them.  I try to go back to his cock, but he holds it out of my way and grabs the back of my head, guiding me back to his wet scrotal sack.  I’m happy to be there.

The guy on my dick is panting.  He comes up once for air.  “You taste so damn good.”  Only then do I place him as a man who has done this for me before.  He renews his efforts to get my jizz.

Good-looking guy is breathing fast.  “You want my load?”

I grunt an affirmative into his ball sack.

“In your mouth?”

I grunt again.  I really want to taste him.

He moves my head and pushes the head of his cock into my mouth.  I swirl my tongue around his cock head.  Instantly, he begins to unload.  He flows more than spurts.  I swallow hungrily.

“Take it…” he breathes through gritted teeth.

It goes on and on.  When he stops, he allows me to clean his cock before he puts it away and heads out the door.

The man on my dick gets up.  He offers me his cock.  I expect a load.  I wish for it.  But he sits down after a moment, exhausted from his own sucking.

I look at my usual chair.  An attractive guy around my age with a shaved head is getting head from the guy with two inches.  In the attractive guy’s mouth is none other than Road Worker.  He has, as usual, totally stripped down to just his socks, showing off his lean, hard body.  As I focus on them, the attractive guy shoots his load into Two Incher’s mouth.  He stops sucking Road Worker and cleans up.  Road Worker moves towards me, more to avoid Two Incher than to bring me his cock.  I stand up, step in and kneel in front of RW.  He smirks and sticks his wet cock in my mouth.

When he’s not bent over, taking my dick, he likes to be cocky.  He makes a show of really fucking my face.  He is as deep in my throat as he’s ever been, once even making me choke.  He loves that my throat spasms around his slender dick.

He pulls out.  I go for his balls.

“You like this, don’t you, fucker?” he grates out.

I nod and keep lick his testicles.  They are tightening, pulling up into his body.  He shoves his cock back into my mouth.  I tongue the piss slit.  He begins to fuck my face again.

“Ah, shit!” he moans.

He rips his cock out of my mouth.  One splat lands on my face.  The rest on the floor.  He stands, panting, like he’s run a race.  I make a show of wiping the cum off my face and licking my finger clean.  RW smirks.  And lets my tongue lick the last drip from his cock head.  He even lets me clean his entire cock.

He gets dressed.  I stay on my knees a moment, my breathing slowly returning to normal.  From behind me, a man touches my shoulder…

(to be continued…

There is so much more still to cum!)