The Choker Rubs Me the Wrong Way

 Near Home—September, 2025

I saw Kris (from the previous post) early in the week and the sex was good enough to keep me from looking for more until Saturday.  I went to my usual bookstore in the middle of the afternoon…

 

I park in the lot, where there are enough cars to pique my interest.  The first person I see is the Choker.  He looks rough—and needs a haircut.  He is standing by the back entrance I always use.  He may have been leaving, but he follows me in and then into the theatre.  I sit on the side wall where I can see both screens easily, as my usual chair is occupied.  The Choker sits one seat away from me on my right, his eyes glued to my crotch.

The gay movie is the hotter of the two—an every-hole-available threeway—and my cock reacts.  I unzip and begin to stroke.  The Choker moves over a chair, the moment I’m fully hard.

“May I suck it?  And if you have to piss…I have to leave soon…”

I nod.  He does have a great mouth.  He kneels and takes me to the root on the first go.   He comes back up, grabs some air and does it again.  This time choking himself on me, so I can feel the contractions of his throat up and down my shaft, buried so deeply in him.

Other men in the room are very aware that sex is now happening right in front of them.  At least two pull out their dicks.

The Choker pulls off me, panting.  He goes for my balls for a brief moment, licking them and carefully pulling them into his mouth.  He isn’t there long, he can’t stop sucking my dick.  But something is off.  He’s never a toothy sucker, but he’s rubbing on me today.  I ask him to go back to my balls.  He does, but reluctantly.  He licks and makes them very wet, but he can’t keep off my dick.  In moments, he swallows me again.  Deep.  Chocking on my thickness.  And I feel it again.  I am about to say something as he pulls off—and goes out the door.

One of the men stroking to our sex is half my age.  He nods to me as he jerks.  I go over and kneel in front of him.  He is Latino and has dark, glossy hair, with a huge nest of pubes.  His dick is uncut.  I swallow him down.  It’s a hot seven incher, but not so thick it cuts off my air.  I suck.  I lick.  I deep throat.  He pulls me off him at one point and guides my mouth to his balls, just as hairy and rather acrid.  I can’t stop licking them.

“Let me suck you,” he whispers.

I stand up, reluctant to let his ball sack out of my mouth.  But I do—and his mouth is all over me, as I stand.  He stays in his chair and I am at the perfect height for him to service me.  He loves doing everything I just did to him.

He pulls off me.  “Fuck my face.  As hard as you can,” he whispers.

I begin.  There is a Black man around my age sitting near us.  He is jerking a gorgeous dick to our scene.  But he won’t let anyone touch him.  The Latino tried as I was sucking—and now a man on the other side of him tries.  He just wants to watch the live porn.

I keep fucking into the young man’s mouth.  I slow and he grunts something that I take to be ‘faster.’  So, I speed up.  He moans out his appreciation as I build in tempo. And more of my cock is going down his throat.  I keep it up until his eyes water.  I pull out.  He is panting, trying to catch some air.  His cock is absolutely rampant.  He grins—and thanks me in Spanish.

I go sit down.

I stroke.  But I’m feeling something.  Right where the Choker’s tooth was rubbing.  I look.  But can’t really see in the dim light.  I go into the restroom.  There is a red patch on my dick, right where his canine rubbed.  The skin doesn’t seem to be broken, but I call a halt to any more sex for the night.

I wake up the next morning and it’s redder yet—with a tiny scab.

I am not happy at all…