Working for His Load

 Near Home—September, 2025

 

I may have gotten off (finally!) at the strip club arcade, but I craved connection.  I really longed for it.  I checked with two men who live fairly close to me, but they were both unavailable, so I went to my usual haunt.  It was Sunday afternoon.  And it was not what I expected…

 

There are few cars in the lot.  I think about turning around and going home.  But I don’t.  I go in.  Four men are in the room, paired up and having sex.  Two bears are in the back corner.  They seem to be alternating on who is sucking who.  The moment I sit down, the guy on his knees stands up and feeds his dick to the guy he’s just been sucking.

A few seats away from them are the other pair.  I don’t know the sucker, who is a rather cubby man in his late 30’s.  But the guy getting his dick sucked is a man I know well.  He’s likely in his early 30’s, lithe and slim.  His hair is a little shorter than before and is now cut in an asymmetrical way.  The stud in his nostril catches the light from the screen.  He has those big chunks of plastic in his earlobes, whatever they are called.  There are tats on his arms.  I smile at him and he looks right through me.

I have a long history with this guy in this space.  The first time I met him, back in the two theatre days, he was a newbie here.  He had had three guys try to get him off with their mouths and they had all failed.  I offered and succeeded.  He was not a regular, but anytime he was there, he sought me out.  One time, when we were all by ourselves, he let me eat his ass—but it has never happened again.  I am pretty sure men are not his usual fare.  He’s not a quick blow n’ go.  He takes work—and I seem to be the only man willing to do the long haul to get him off…

I stroke to the cub working on the young man.  Finally, the guy I know focuses on my face.  I see recognition sink in.  He nods, ever so slightly, to me.  The sucker has been working on him for the 15 minutes I’ve been here and who knows how much longer before that. The young man’s phone goes off.  He tells the guy to stop and he grabs it.  He stuffs his modest endowment into his pants and goes out the front door, phone to his ear.  His cocksucker stretches, sees me and comes over.  He sucks me for a moment.  He’s not bad, but he’s not anywhere good enough to get the young man off.

“I guess it’s not my day,” he says as he gives up.  He goes out the door.  Behind me, one of the bears gets off in the other’s mouth.  The guy who shot his load leaves, too.

I stroke.  As does the remaining bear.

The door opens.  It’s the young man, his long phone call finished.  He sits next to me, smiles—and then asks if I’ll do him.  He motions to the back corner.  We go there.  The bear senses we want privacy and moves away from us.  The young guy takes out his dick.  He starts to get it hard and I brush his hand away.  I want him to erect in my mouth.  I love that—and don’t get it very often. 

My tongue seems to work wonders.  He stiffens right up.  He closes his eyes and just concentrates on the how I’m making him feel.  I get a tiny groan out of him as I do a repeated deep throating of him.  This even makes his cock drool. 

I move to his balls.  He is so hairy below the waist—I love it.  I work each nut—they are bigger than you’d think with the size of his dick.  He loves this, too.  So much so he makes me stop so he can lose his pants and boxers.  Now I can get under his balls, as well.  It is where the hair is thickest.  He moans again—so softly, only I can hear.

More men are coming in—but they are leaving us alone in our back corner.  I hear the bear, who moved for us, begin to suck a new arrival.  I finally rock back on my heels and take a breather, slowly jerking him with my left hand as I do it.

“You have me so close…”

But I know what that means.  We aren’t talking in the next few minutes.  But in the next ten.  Or more.  I go back to work.  He indicates he wants to stand.  I let him—and he fucks my face.  But he likes my tongue too much to keep that up. He sits and I devour him again.

He is juicing now—and it makes sucking him a treat.  His precum is so sweet.   I reluctantly leave his shaft to do his balls again.  And under them.  It’s a great sign that he is now audibly moaning as I lick him there.  I go down his perineum.  I flick my tongue across his tight pucker, but his hand guides me up to his balls, and up his shaft until I can oval my mouth and swallow him whole.

Bam!  He’s there.  He spurts a huge load—at first hitting the back of my throat and then pooling on my tongue.  He lets me clean him up.  There is not a drop of cum left on him.  He leans down and thanks me before I stand up.

“I always look for you…” he whispers.

He kicks into his jeans and takes off.

There are three new men here.  The moment I sit down, a bigger guy in an MSU sweatshirt, asks if he can blow me.  I let him.  He is working his own dick harder than mine.  In moments, he stands up and feeds me his load.

Not as much volume—but thick and good.

As that guy leaves, a guy in a hunting cap comes over.  I must have ‘resident cocksucker’ tattooed on my forehead.  He sticks his dick in my mouth as I sit there.  He is not hard.  And he never hardens up.  But I play with his balls and let my finger flick across his asshole.   Bam—load number 3.  Rather bitter, but I swallow.  And reach for my water.

A guy near me is stroking, having watched me suck that dick.  I am sure I have met him at the gay campground.  He indicates he wants some attention, the moment I but the cap back on my water bottle.  I kneel in front of him.  He has huge balls.  I can’t get them in my mouth—but I keep trying.

I get his load in under five minutes…

This is where I should have gone home.  Quite happy, but I lingered.  But I was glad to stay, in my role as recorder of how we have sex here in 2025…

More men arrive.

And a straight couple.  (On a Sunday afternoon?!?)  A guy in a leather jacket trails after them.  (They had to arrange this online.)  The couple sits across from me.  Leather Jacket to my right.  The husband is pretty good looking.  She is not someone I’d choose to play with…so I switch to my Field Reporter mode. She gets the man she came with hard with her mouth.  Then she sits to his side, naked from the waist down.  Leather Jacket gets up and sucks the husband while fingering the woman.  Then he reverses, jerking the husband as he licks her.

“Ride me,” grunts the husband.  I’m not sure which one he’s talking to—but she gets up and sits on his cock.  It is the least passionate fuck I’ve witnessed in a long time.  Leather Jacket stays on the floor and licks the cock disappearing into her.

The next moment is unclear.  Leather Jacket gets up and all but runs out of the room.  I can’t tell if he’s spooked by something—or if he shot his load in his pants.

The husband, with her still on his lap, gestures for me to join them.  I stand up and the woman freaks out at my big dick.  She gets off her husband in a huff.  He gives me some uninspired head.  I move away, before he nicks me with his teeth.

They get dressed and leave.  He looks pleased.  She, anything but…

I stay for a moment.  But I’m done—and content…