Making Him Take It

 Near Home—July, 2025

Anyone reading this knows I love variety.  I had done a lot of fucking at the house party, reported in the last post.  By Monday, ready for sex once more, I knew I wanted a great cocksucker on my dick.  I went in search for one at the local bookstore…

 

It’s busy, but not crowded.  Men are scattered around the room.  Someone is in my usual chair, so sit on the side wall, where it is even easier to see both screens.   I sit and take out my cock and look around.  Other men are stroking to the porn, but no one is doing anything with anyone else.

I wait.  And stroke.

The cross-dressing Latino comes in.  He comes directly to me and sits to my right.  He pulls out a Magnum, flipping it in his fingers as if it were a lucky coin.  He pushes it towards me and smirks.

I tell him I came for oral today.

He thinks, then kneels in front of me.  I have seen him suck a man recently—something new for him.  He grabs my dick and jerks it right in front of his face.  The grip is tight.  Too tight.  I tell him to ease up.  He gives up instead and goes to sit near the gay screen.

I stroke.

My next visitor is a tall man I have fucked in the past.  He’s a good fuck, until he hits the poppers.  They make him unable to control himself.  After nearly bending my dick in two with his poppered antics, I won’t engage with him.  He pleads.  I keep saying ‘no.’

He leaves the room.

I stroke.

There is a huge man in the corner who looks familiar.  He now gets up and moves to me.  He nods to me and sits in the seat to my right.  His hand goes into his open fly.  He pulls out the tiniest nub of a hard cock.  Now I’m sure I know him.  A trucker.  With the thickest tongue I’ve ever had on my cock.  He looks longingly at my erection.  I nod.

It takes him a moment to get down on the floor.  He uses the arm of my chair to support himself.  But he gets there, finally, and takes me to the root, the first moment his mouth touches me.  There it is—that thick tongue working expertly on me as he moves up the shaft.  This is exactly what I needed.  I close my eyes and let him do whatever he wants.

His love for a big cock shines through—with every lick, every tonguing of my piss slit or balls.  He knows how to please a man and revels in doing it.  The thick tongue is everywhere, coating me with his spittle.  He knows me well enough that I’m not going to give my load up anytime soon—and that’s not the reason he’s there.  He loves to service cock—the bigger the better.

But he can’t stay on his knees.  Much too soon, he needs to rest them—long before he gets his reward.  I help him up.  He sits next to me.  I face fuck him a little, as he sits there.  He just ovals that big mouth, keeps the thick tongue out of the way and lets me do it.

Then his phone goes off.  He silences it, glancing at the screen.  He doesn’t like what he sees.  He excuses himself and lumbers out of the room.

I stroke.

A long time.  Most of the room empties.

There is a man sitting near the gay screen.  I recognize him from here, but I can’t quite place him.  He is likely 50-ish, slight of build.  His hand is inside his fly.

The door opens.  A good-looking guy, who tends to look right through me, comes in.  He sees the guy with his hand in his fly.  He moves and sits right next to him.  This surprises me, as the good-looking one usually wants men under 30, not someone this old and mousey. 

I stroke, but keep an eye on them.  Good-Looking Guy suddenly stands up.  He has his cock out.  He reaches out and grabs the mousey guy by the neck and pulls him towards his hard dick.  He resists—but ends up with the cock in his mouth.  GLG smirks and begins to fuck his face.

It clicks.  I had watched the Voyeur use the mousey guy.  He likes to be ‘forced’ into play.  The Voyeur had ‘made’ him suck my cock, too.

GLG pulls out of his mouth.  “Kneel,” he hisses.  The guy refuses.  GLG says it again.  Louder and more firmly.  The guy reluctantly kneels in front of the man.  “Open your mouth.”  He doesn’t.  His chin is pulled down and he takes the cock.  The kneeling position has caused the sub’s cock to come out of his fly.  He is rock hard and dripping.  For all his struggles, he is getting just what he needs.

GLG continues to fuck his face.  I watch him pull out.  He takes the guy by the back of his neck and pulls him into his balls.  The guy makes noises that sound like he hates this, but I see a big dollop of precum fall from his fiery red prick and land on the linoleum. 

Good-Looking Guy sits down.  To my surprise, he gestures for me to join them.  I don’t hesitate.

“Suck his dick,” says GLG.  The sub shakes his head, still on his knees.

“Suck my dick,” I tell him.  A beat.  “Now.”

The man obeys.  He knee-walks closer to me and opens his mouth.  He takes two thirds of my dick into his mouth.  “Now suck,” I tell him.  He does.  Surprisingly well.  My hands go to his ears.  I hold onto his head, but let him suck at his own speed.

“Balls.”

I pull him off my shaft.  He looks at my big nuts, plump and full.  He shakes his head.  Barely.  But he does it.  My hand moves to the back of his head and pulls him into the damp sacks.  “Now lick.”  He does.  Moaning pitifully.  But his tongue is excited.  It’s everywhere, slurping and leaving my sack very wet.  I pull him back, my hands on the sides of his head.

“You want my load?”

He shakes his head.

“Say it!”

His voice is very low.  “I don’t want cum in my mouth.”

“Liar,” I snarl.  “You took my friend’s when I first met you.”

He shakes his head.  “No…”

“You did.  You swallowed it all.”

“He made me…”

I pull him to me.  “Just like this…”  I begin pumping into his face.  He moans and tries not to stroke his cock.  GLG strokes his own dick faster and harder.  I make the sub choke.  He tries to pull away, but I don’t let go. 

“Feed him!” says GLC, beating his cock faster.

I am actually quite close.  I thrust into him again and again.  I notice he’s given in to his desires—he is beating his own cock faster than I am fucking his mouth.

“Fuck…” I grunt.  And begin to fire.  I hold him in place, not so deep it goes down his throat (well, not after the first shot) but so that it pools on his tongue.  I pull out of his mouth.  He makes to spit it out.  I push his chin up…and he swallows…firing his load all over the floor as he swallows my cum…

GLC stands up and shoots his load in the sub’s direction, but it all lands on the floor.  I let go—and the mousey man scrambles for the bathroom, slamming the door.

The two of us just smile…