Cute College Kid Empties his Balls

 Near Home—December, 2025

 

My last sexual escapade of the year was on the day before New Year’s Eve.  The long and varied sex I’d had on the previous Saturday kept me content for two whole days.  But off I went on a Tuesday afternoon, not sure I’d find many people there—and not really caring.  I just needed to get out of the house…

 

There are a few cars in the lot.  I go in, buy my ticket and chat with the clerk (who considers me a friend.) I go into the darkened room.  There are three men here.  Two are on their phones.  The other watches the straight screen but looks like he could fall asleep at any moment.

I sit in my usual chair and unzip.  I stroke.  The other men are oblivious to me.

Fifteen minutes later, nothing has changed.  One phone is particularly annoying as the owner has not muted it—and his message arrival chime is going off constantly.

The door opens.  In walks Cute College Kid.  I have known him from here for at least five years, maybe more like eight.  He is no longer in college, but he is one of the youngest men I play with regularly.  He has let his dark hair grow out from being closely cropped and it suits him.  He has a tattoo on his wrist and one on his side.  He used to have thick black framed glasses.  They have been gone awhile now, replaced with contacts. 

He smiles when he sees me and takes the chair to my right.  In moments, he stands up and takes off his pants and briefs, folding them and tucking them under his chair.   He sits and strokes himself hard.  Then he stands up and kneels in front of me.  He begins by licking my balls.  He moans in the back of his throat, loving the manscent of them.  He licks every inch of them, before taking one and then the other into his mouth. 

Now his tongue snakes up my shaft.  He ovals big and swallows me down.  Not to the base, but about two thirds of me.  Over and over again.  He pulls off me for a deep breath, with a satisfied look on his face.  He stands up and offers me his cock.  I lean forward and take his regulation sized dick to the hilt.  CCK steps back, pulling out of me.  He glares at the guy with the annoying phone, who is now watching us.  CCK grabs his clothes and goes around the corner and sits near the gay screen, out of the guy’s sight.  I follow.

He is sitting with his legs splayed and slowly jerking his dick.  It’s my turn to kneel between his legs.  I do the same routine he did, starting with his more diminutive balls, up his shaft and engulfing his drooling cock head.   I suck him for a bit like this, then go back to his balls.  I try to go under them—as I know he loves me to rim him—but today he pulls me up with a quick shake of his head.  I get the message—no time for him to prep today.  I go back to his cock.  “Balls,” he whispers.  He strokes himself as I lick his moderately hairy nuts.  His left hand grabs the back of my head.  At first it pulls me into his ball sack—but now it’s guiding me up.  I know what this means—he’s about to shoot.  I take his full length into my throat.  As I pull up to his flared head, he explodes.  It’s always a big load with him.  He moans and pants.  I swallow every drop.

I get up and sit in my chair.  He gets on his phone for about ten minutes.  I watch the video, but keep an eye on him.  The moment the phone goes down and he grabs his cock, I know he’s ready for round two.  I go back and offer him my cock to suck as he strokes.  He does, for a moment, but soon indicates I need to take his cock again.  I kneel.  I skip his balls and go right to swallowing the shaft.  I work it three or four time and am treated to his second load—almost as big as the first.  Creamy and sweet.  I lick him clean—and he quickly gets his pants back on.  He smiles and squeezes my shoulder on the way out the door…

*

I stay a little longer, though I doubt I will get any more play.  The man who is on his phone without the annoying sounds seems to have made a connection.  He waits, looking at the door, seemingly for someone to arrive.  A good-looking older man in his 50’s comes in.  Phone guy, who is pushing 40, takes one look at this guy, gets up and leaves.

The new man sits next to me, shaking his head.  It’s not long before he asks if I want some head.  I nod and he gives me very good head indeed.  I return the favor.  He is so turned on from sucking my cock, I get his load just minutes later.

He takes off.

I stroke for a moment more, but soon decide I’d rather go home and get that pork chop under the broiler…

Farewell, 2025!