Looking for Cum

 Near Home—December, 2025

My friend Rudy, the man I would fuck and fist when I stayed with my brother in New Jersey, was going to be visiting his parents in Indiana for Christmas.  We had arranged a meet for later in the month.  But today I was on a mission for Rudy.  He had asked for a devil’s dick.  He didn’t care if it was made with my cum or with seed from men at the bookstore.  Not a big lone masturbator, I decided it would be much more fun to see if I could find donors…

 

It's Saturday night.  I am in the bookstore closest to me.  There is a young Latino here I’ve never seen.  He is hungry.  I’ll have competition.   I watch him suck an older man to completion.  He swallows his prize.  The guy leaves as a hot guy enters.  The new guy whips out a big dick.  The Latino is on his knees before I can even make eye contact with the new man.  The Latino has to work on this guy—but he gets the load.

The man who I met here years and years ago comes in.  He strips down to nothing but socks, as he always does.  He sits next to me.  We both stroke. The young Latino is intrigued.  He stands up and pulls off his tee-shirt.  He has a great chest, defined by work and not the gym.  He kneels in front of my friend and sucks him.  I watch.  You can tell just how much he loves having a dick in his mouth.  It radiates off him.

“Suck my pal.”

The Latino knee walks to his right and begins sucking me.  His mouth is fabulous.  An active tongue that never stops.  Great suction.  Incredibly wet.   But the two of us aren’t instant shooters.  But he sticks with us—liking our dicks.

There is a man at the end of our row.  “I’m so close…” he murmurs.  The Latino excuses himself and goes to get the load.  The guy does a huge hit of poppers and explodes.  The Latino takes the cum—and spits it out.  

I am surprised enough to ask when he comes back to us.  “That stuff’s full of chemicals and shit,” he explains tersely, before swallowing my friend to the root.   I watch and stroke. 

Soon, he’s back on me.  He asks for me to pull my pants down so he can really lick my balls.  I happily comply.  He becomes talkative as he goes back and forth on us.  We learn he’s 40.  (I’d never have guessed it—but even 40 is a young man to me nowadays….)  He loves to get fucked, but is very tight.  He loves swallowing loads.

“Show us your ass,” I suggest.  He drops his pants and turns.  It is a lovely ass—not quite a bubble butt—and incredibly hairy.  He stands showing us and then bends to suck the naked guy.

I go to my knees and bury my face in his hairy ass crack.  He groans and pushes back on my tongue.  “You found my weakness,” he moans.  “Eat me out.”

I do.  I drill into him.  And all time he never stops sucking my friend’s cock.  He finally pulls off the dick he’s been swallowing.  “You can try to fuck me, but that big monster will never fit.”

I accept the challenge.  I grease up.  I push at his thoroughly lubricated hole.  I can fit half of my cockhead in him.  Barely half.  I eat him some more.  I try again—but it’s just the same.  He is so damned tight.

But he likes what I’ve done.  His cock is rampant.  He straightens up and feeds my bookstore friend his load.  Damn—yet another load tonight I’ve missed harvesting.  The young guy goes.

I fuck the ass of my friend.  He can’t quite get off as I do it.  But soon he calls a halt.  I am fucking too hard it seems.  He takes off—thanking me for the fun.

I go piss and rinse off.  There is no one here now.

I stroke—thinking of calling it a night.

The door opens.  A tall Black man comes in.  He sits down in the seat most hidden from the front door.  He instantly unzips and takes out his swollen cock.  He nods to me.  I go over.  This will be perfect—I’m sure I’ll get a load.  I kneel and begin to suck.  He has a tat above his pubic hair I recognize.  I used to suck this guy in the old two theatre set up, but haven’t seen him for years.

He pulls me off his cock.  “I want to fuck you,” he whispers fiercely.

I shake my head.  “I don’t get fucked.  Sorry.”

“Then fuck me.”

I nod and smile.  It’s the same script he’s always used.

He stands up and strips.   He still has a great body.  He bends, holding onto the back of the chair.  I bend to lick his hole, but he tells me to fuck him.  I stand up and push in.  He yelps—and begins to beat his meat.

His hole is hot—and he is squeezing down on me with every stroke.

“Fuck me, you fucker.  Make me take that big cock.” 

I slap his fleshy ass.  The sound fills the small space, making it even louder sounding than it was.

“Use my ass.  Fuck me with your raw dick…”

‘Raw’ is his trigger.  He fires a massive load on the floor, on the wall and the arm of the chair.  I want to cum, but he twists away, disconnecting us.  (I remember that move from before, too.)  He cleans up and leaves.

I wait a moment.  But I figure I’ve had all the fun I’m going to get.  It’s a good evening here, but I’m no closer to having loads for Rudy…