Back to My Old Tricks

 Near Home—May 2026

 

Rudy, the man I’d met when I used to visit my brother in New Jersey, was coming to visit his family once again in Indiana.  This time, he told me in a text, he was flying into Detroit and picking up his rental car.  He would be driving almost literally past my house on his was to see his folks.  Could he stop for some sling time?

Of course I said, ‘yes.’ 

Then he reminded me that he had been really turned on when I’d used a Devil’s Dick in his ass made from other men’s cum.  He would love more.

I had just done the same thing for Zane—so I saw no reason not to harvest a few more loads.  On the last Friday night of the month, I began the search…

 

It’s a warm night.  I park in the lot.  There are only a few cars here.  I was hoping for more.  I go in.  Three older men are here.  I don’t recognize any of them.  Incredibly, two of them are jerking their cocks.  I sit in my usual seat.  I pull out my dick and begin to get hard.

The man jerking the fastest is eyeing me.  But not with a “wow, I want that” look or even a “I bet he sucks cock” look.  He is scowling.  I finally figure out that he was the bigger cock here tonight until I showed up.

Suddenly he stands up.  He marches across the room and sits in a chair where no one in the room can see his dick.  He strokes.  Soon, he stands again and splatters the floor with his seed.  He doesn’t clean up; he just shoves his cock in his pants and leaves.

My attention is now on the man in darkest corner.  He can only see the straight video, but he is constantly sneaking looks at me.  I nod.  He nods.  No gesture to come get it or movement to come do me.

We stroke.

I look at the third man.  He is kneading his bulge through his khakis.  He glances occasionally at the bared cocks of the other men in the room.

There is movement in the corner.  He stands up and zips up and leaves.

I stroke.

Seven minutes later, the guy is back, smelling of cigarette smoke.   He sits in a new chair, but he doesn’t get his thin, curved dick back out.  He watches the video.  He doesn’t even touch his bulge.  After half an hour more of viewing, he leaves for good.

I look over at the remaining man.  He’s my age—but incredibly uneasy at being here.  Now that it’s just the two of us, he is even more restless in his seat.  Finally, he looks one last time at my hard cock, sighs, and leaves, shutting the door firmly behind him.

I sit alone for about 20 minutes.  The porn is decent—and I am sure someone else will arrive.

The door opens.  A man just a few years younger than myself comes in.  He looks familiar.  I place him—he’s the last man I sucked off the night I got eight loads in quick succession.  He looks at me, too.  Not quite sure if he knows me.  He sees my dick, remembers it, and smiles.  He takes out his cock.  He’d loved my mouth last time so I’m pretty sure I will soon have a load for Rudy’s ass.

We stroke.  He’s a really good-looking guy.  Just as I’m about to make my move, the door opens.

It’s another man in his late 50’s.  I don’t know him.  He sits right next to me.  I assume I’m going to get some head before I suck off the guy I recognize.

The guy sits.  He is wearing track shorts.  His hand rests on his crotch.  Then it disappears up the right leg of the shorts.  I watch the fabric move as he kneads himself with his hand out of sight.  Soon, he is uncomfortable.  He strips the shorts off, leaving them around his ankles.  He has a pair of old school white Jockey’s under them—and they are being pushed out of shape by his hard cock.  His hand now disappears under the waistband—stroking himself under the fabric.

The three of us stroke—watching each other, not the video.

The underwear hits the floor.  The guy does a hit of poppers.  He begins stroking his short, uncut cock in public.  Suddenly, he turns to me.  “Help a guy out?” he whispers.

I go to my knees.  He let’s go of his cock and I take every inch of him into my mouth.  He pants.  And takes another hit.  I will be getting a load really fast.  His precum is running like the proverbial faucet.  I work the foreskin off his glans with my tongue.  He squirms at the sensation.

“You’re gonna make me cum.  You want it?  Take my cum, man…”  the poppers are making him be very verbal.  But it’s an accurate play by play.  His cock head swells and leaks some more.  He thrust upwards into my mouth just once—and he’s spewing a thick load into my mouth.  I hold it there, resisting the urge to swallow.  I try to lick up the last drop but he won’t let me—he is shaking so with the orgasm.  I stand up and walk towards the gay screen, as if stretching my legs, but actually getting out of sight to drool his load into a condom.  It fills the head of the rubber nicely.  I tuck it into my pocket and go back to my seat.  The spent guy gives me a thumbs up and heads to the restroom—and then out the door.

I look at the guy I’d sucked a few months ago.

“I love watching you suck dick,” he murmurs.  “Ready for another load?”

I kneel in front of him.  His dick is bigger than average.  And tonight he wants me take him deep.  Repeatedly. 

He groans.

His cock swells.

“Here it comes…”

And boy, does it.  A huge load.  And I manage to save every drop—and to clean his dick.

“I hope to see you soon,” he smiles as he puts his cock away.  He goes out to his car while I drool the second load of the night into the same condom as the first…

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The eight loads in quick succession story:  A Night to Remember