Quality Sausage

 

This is a big work day here for the job I am finishing up.  I will hit the road to Michigan bright and early tomorrow.  I hope to figure out some sort of trouble to get into on he way home. 

 

This is a picture from my visit to the bookstore in Illinois, that I just wrote about on here.  The meat packing plant is closed now, but it was right next door to the bookstore—where there was a shared driveway to both from the main road.  I love that it pointed the way to sausage and meat—and now we can’t quite tell whether it meant the packing plant or the bookstore…

"Fill Me Up, Stud!"

 Eastern Illinois—October, 2023

 

I arrived at my work gig feeling quite refreshed after the bookstore visit detailed in the last post.  Which was a good thing, as I had two weeks of intensive work with no time to play.  Things relaxed a little by the third week and I finally had a full day off.  Two actually.  I had scheduled a meet with Keshawn on Tuesday, but I also had Monday to myself.  And I needed relief!

I chose to go to the bookstore I visited in Eastern Illinois when I had worked this gig the last time.  I loved the set up there:  the two theatres were behind the same door.  The two spaces also had their own restroom which was really convenient.  I packed a lunch and made the drive…

 

I buy my admission—as does the man behind me in line.  The store has only just opened.  We go in.  He makes a beeline to the straight side as I go the other direction and piss.  There is one man in the gay side, sitting on one of the two couches.  He looks familiar from when I was here before, but I can’t be sure.  That is until he opens his mouth and begins critiquing the video.  I’m right.  He never is happy with anything shown here—and is very vocal about it.  I move away and go sit in the straight theatre.  The other man is there and kneading his crotch.  He stops the moment he sees me sit down on the opposite side of the room.  The movie is slow—but the action fun.  I am yet again surprised by internal cum shots in a straight movie.

The next scene begins with a lot of dialogue.  I am obviously not going to have any fun with the other man here—as he has sat rigidly, looking at only the screen, with his hands by his side.  I wonder if he has even noticed my cock out?  I cover it up and go to the other room.  The critic has moved to standing in the back.  I sit where he was earlier.  He takes note of my dick coming out, but soon moves on to the other room to offer his opinions on that video over there to his captive audience.

I stroke.

A new man arrives.  He is around my age, white, with a full head of very white hair.  I remember this guy, too.  He gives very enthusiastic blow jobs.  He sits next to me.  He takes out his dick.  He looks at mine, longingly.  I nod.  And he is on his knees in a flash.  H takes me into his highly practiced mouth.  He sucks.  He licks.  He deep throats.  I nudge him down to my balls.  It feels good—he knows what he’s doing.  But somehow it isn’t remotely sensual.  I could no more cum from it than I could from doing push-ups.

He takes a break when his knees tire.  I am alone for quite some time, but it’s a hot movie in here, all very juicy threeways.

The door opens.  No one comes in here for a bit.  Then a man I played with a lot last time comes in.  He recognizes me, too.  He sits next to me.  He’s likely 45 to 50, Black, and big boned.  His dreads are pulled back and under the hood of his sweatshirt.  He looks at me—and looks at my dick.  I nod and he goes down on me.  He has a large mouth and his tongue is thick and muscular.  And he loves sucking cock.  Every move he makes tells you he is right where he wants to be.  I sigh and let him lick and suck where ever he wants.  My cock.  My piss slit.  My balls. I even undo my pants and shove them around my ankles so he can lick under my balls.  He flirts with sweeping that thick tongue over my pucker, he teases me for a moment, but then makes the long slurp up from under my balls to the top of my cock.

He pauses to pull his own pants down to his knees.  His thick, if not long, cock is rampant.  I lean forward and suck him for a moment.  He is one of those men who get so hard when they are doing the sucking, but deflate when someone does any reciprocation.  He enjoys my mouth—but is eager to get back to sucking me. 

And I let him.  He sucks me long and deep.  We kiss—something new for us, but I desperately want to taste his mouth with my precum in it.  It’s long and passionate.  His cock is fully erected again.  He is still on his knees, his ass jutted out to the room.  The enthusiastic guy comes back.  He crawls under him and sucks on his cock as that large tongue goes back to work on me.

I squirm in pleasure.  I keep seeing his naked ass.  A fat one.  I want it.  I slide out from under him, and with the other guy still on his cock, I begin licking his hole.  This is new for us.  He groans.  Loudly.  Enthusiastic Guy comes up to watch me rim and to jerk himself.  EG shoots his load on the floor.

“I’m gonna shoot,” groans the man bucking back on my tongue.  He does.  I get to clean up what is left on his cock.

We talk a lot.  He has Detroit connections.  He takes my number and swears he will let me know when he’s in Michigan.

I jerk.

I talk to the video critic.

The door opens.  “Well, well…”

It’s the guy who was a staple the last time I was here.  White, my age, tall and slim.  I had fucked him—the first time he’d allowed himself to have anal sex in years.  And here he is, wanting more.

“I got a text from…” and he names the man I had just rimmed and made shoot.  “He said I better get over here…”

We catch up a little.  He sucks me, making me squirm.

He sits on my cock again to open himself up.

I tell him I want to really plow him. 

“Do it.”

We change positions.  He kneels on the couch and lets me pummel his ass.

“I’m going to shoot,” I groan out.  “Can I breed you?”

“Fill me up, stud!”

And I do.  Two weeks of load…saved for a hot hole…

A Trio of Cocksuckers

 Eastern Illinois—July, 2021

 The next morning I went on to my new job in western Indiana—a contract that would take me through July.  I spent almost two weeks getting the preliminaries done—and finally had some time for sex.  I decided I wanted to go back to the bookstore over in eastern Illinois, where I had so much fun the last time I was in this area.

Here is the description of the theatres I wrote on my first visit:  “I loved the layout.  Both theatres and a restroom were through the same door.  Guys could go back and forth without going into the sales area as you do at my regular bookstore.  I have seen so many hesitant men not venture into the gay room, for fear of being seen entering it—and here no one would ever know—they could just go around the corner.  There were really comfortable chairs and couches to sit on.  There was a place to stand and watch in both areas.  Two, actually, in the straight theatre.  And the porn was mostly good.”

I packed a lunch and went east on my first day off…

 

I walk into the darkened space.  I find the bathroom and piss.  I move to the straight screen.  One man is there, leaning on the low back wall, obviously jerking his dick, hidden in the shadow made by the partition.  I stand next to him.  He is my age.  Shorty and compact with closely cropped gray hair.  He glances at me.  I look at him.  He looks away and jerks harder.  I move behind him and stand against the true back wall—near a chair.  It takes a long time, but suddenly he comes my way and sits—presenting me with his tiny dick.  I kneel and suck.

It is over the moment the door from the lobby opens.  He sprays my mouth with cum and is zipped up before the new arrival enters the room.  I stay in place as he scurries to the bathroom to wash.

I check both theatres.  There is one man in each cinema now, the new arrival in the straight, and a lone figure on the gay side.  It seems early in the day.

I sit against the wall in the gay theatre and stroke.  I can keep an eye on the gentleman standing in the back corner there—behind the same kind of low wall to lean on.  This man is older.  And seemingly very shy.  I get up and stand nearer to him.  I let the available light fall on my cock—and guess he will want a taste of me.

We stroke, doing the quick glance thing, one after the other.  Finally I turn to him, confident he wants my dick.  He looks at me, then my cock and back at my face before he whispers:  “Would you suck me like you did that other guy?”

I nod and go to my knees.  He has a much bigger dick.  It stiffens to its full length the moment it goes in my mouth.  I do a lot of tongue work that makes his cock drip.  It makes even more precum when I hold it and lick his fairly hairless balls.  It explodes when I take it back into my mouth and deep throat it.

He pats my head with his incredibly soft hands, thanks me and leaves.

*

I am on the straight side.  The porn is actually hotter here with two mega-hung men on one petite woman.  I have heard the lobby door open a few times—and no one has joined me and a straight man (who seems to be here truly for the movie.)

I get up to investigate.  A good looking white guy, around my age, is against the side wall feeling a bulge in his pants.  A large Black man is sitting on the chair.  He can just see the movie over the wall.  He is likely 45 with am ex-football player’s build.  He has his cock out and is stroking.  I stand against the back wall—fairly close to him.  I take my cock out.

Instantly his eyes go to me.  “Get that thing in my mouth,” he hisses.

I step to him and let him envelope my cock.  He is one of those men born to suck.  He is the best I’ve had in a long time.  Great suction, the right pressure and superb tongue action.  All that—and then he deep throats me for the first time.  Amazing.  I groan out my pleasure.

I have to pull out of his mouth or I’m done.  I step back.  His big cock has hardened even more with sucking me.  I go to my knees and start to take his cock.  He grabs the shaft away from me and guides my mouth to his enormous, hairy testicles.  I lick them as he jerks.  The aroma is incredibly manly and makes me moan deep in my throat.  When he has finally had enough tongue on his balls, he lets me suck his cock.  Not for long, but to get a good taste—and to get it good and wet.

“Stand up and put it back in my mouth.”

I stand, but before I enter him, he says, “Dan, get over here and help.”

The guy in the chair to the side joins us.  He is balding with a fringe of grey hair and a darker mustache.  He is likely around my age and in good shape.  He goes to his knees and pulls my pants down as the other man goes back on my dick.  Dan spreads my ass cheeks and his tongue hits my hole. 

Well, fuck!

When he comes up for air, Dan says:  “Glen, you need to taste his ass.”  I am turned so Dan is now on my cock and Glen licks my crack with his thick tongue.

For fifteen to twenty wonderful minutes, we give each other oral pleasure.  I take a turn on Dan’s cock, Dan on Glen.

Both of them on me. 

Now two on Glen.

Or both of us on Dan.

Sucking the same cock turns into kissing with whoever you are sharing with at the moment.  Deep and forcefully, sometimes; tender and rather sweet the next.

We finally break.  None of us want to get off.   We want it to last.

They go out for a break in the sunshine and to get something to drink.

I watch the gay porn on the couch.

They are back in ten minutes or so. Swigging from their water bottles.  Dan pulls my pants off again.  He crawls between my splayed legs and licks my taint and balls.  Glen sits next to me.  He leans down and effortlessly deep throats me again and again.  I try to reach for their cocks at different times.  Each time my hand is batted away or my arm held up out of reach.  They are intent on making me blow my load.

And it’s working.  It is so rare that a mouth gets me to cum, anymore.  But these dueling tongues and lips are doing it.  I can feel it growing. 

My balls tighten.  Dan nods—and keeps licking them, with his thumb massaging my wet taint.  Glen picks up the pace with his mouth.

And I’m there. 

I blow my load deep into Glen.  Dan comes up—looking for a taste.  Glen pulls off my dick and allows Dan to lick some cum off my shaft, all while I writhe on the leatherette couch…

A link to my last time here is HERE.

Straight, But Open...

Eastern Illinois—February, 2020

I didn’t try to do anything else in Memphis.  The conference dragged on and I just saved my seed.  I had plans:  I was going home by way of Chicago to breed a piggy boy I had fucked during the IML Cum Union held in the Hole.

I knew I would be dead and worthless in bed (or the sling) if I tried to make the trip to Chicago in one day.  So I overnighted in the small town where I had found a new bookstore during my November and December contract.  I had never done an evening there and I was curious to see how it was.  I wanted to get a week’s worth of cum out of my balls so I could do a long session the next day in with the young man.

I checked in to my hotel, ate and changed into old clothes.  I got to the bookstore right at the end of the after work rush—if there was such a thing…

I go through the door that leads to both the straight and gay theatres.  The parking lot has enough cars to make me feel hopeful.  I walk in and piss in the restroom in the hall between the two.  I look in the gay theatre.  No one.

I move over to the straight.  No one.  No, that’s not true.  In the shadows is an older man scrambling to cover his crotch with his coat as he becomes aware of me standing there.  I sit down in a single chair across the room from him—where I can see him and he can see me.  I unbutton and am instantly hard.  It is a cream pie movie showing.  Jizz is being shot into either ass or cunt (or both) in every scene.  True interior shots, shot shallowly, so it can be worked out by the girl.  Why can’t more gay porn do this more often??

My presence and my stroking, far from turning the other guy on, seems to make him nervous.  Soon enough he stands up to leave.  He walks by me, pausing to get a good eyeful.  He goes to the door—and suddenly comes back.

“You’re bigger than those guys,” he says loudly, gesturing to the screen.  “You should be up there.”  He reaches down and grabs my cock.  Tight.  “Damn that’s thick!”  And he twists it.  As if that is supposed to feel good.

I yelp.  He lets go.  And leaves.

I am on my own for a good half hour.  But the porn is great—so I’m entertained.

A younger trucker comes in.  A cub.  Dirty blond hair under a ball cap.  A fairly full redder blond beard. A leather jacket and rather grungy jeans that have been on him for a long time.  He sits down in a chair against the low backwall.  We can easily scope each other out.  He loves the porn, too.  He is unzipped in the first five minutes.

Soon we are chatting.  He’s never been here, he tells me, but other drivers have told him about stopping here for his overnight.  He loves this movie.  He loves to watch his seed run out of his girl friend, just like that.  Then he adds:  “I’m straight, but open…”

He lets the sentence hang there.

“Like my sucking your dick?”  I ask.

“I’m down for that, yeah.”

His dick is rock hard and oozing.  He is likely just over the regulation 6 inches and rather slender.   I kneel in front of him.  He has no issues in touching me like some straight men do.  His hand rests on my shoulder, then the back of my neck.  Lightly.  Not holding me in place.

His cock is responding to my lips and tongue.  He is precumming like the clichéd faucet.  I lap it up.  His cock spasms as my throat tightens to swallow.  “Jeez…” he croons.  I do it again.  His cock keeps oozing.

I vary the rhythm.  Now I deep throat his shaft on every stroke.  This does it.  He fires off a big load.  Over and over.  It’s creamy—and I can tell he’s a smoker.  I swallow it all before cleaning his cock of every last drop.

“That was great.  Thanks.”

I stand up and my cock juts out—right at his eye level.

“Wow,” he mutters.  He reaches up and hefts my hard dick.  I am praying he’ll lick it—but he doesn’t.  After all, he got off.  I should have done it before he shot.  I go back to my seat.  He stays.  Still hard.  Still stroking to the hot porn.

The door to the lobby opens.  A man comes in and stands behind the low wall.  I recognize him from my time here in the fall, but I have not played with him.  He observes the two of us with our cocks out.  I hear him unzip.  I look back and he is obviously stroking his dick, though I can’t see it with the wall.

The man is my age and a little shorter and heavier.  I keep hoping he will step out from behind the wall.  But he stays there.  So I go to him, my cock swinging, fully on display.

I am met by him on his knees.  He gives me great head.  Tonguing every inch.  He doesn’t forget my balls.  I stroke myself as he makes them good and wet. 

He stands up.  It’s my turn to suck him.  He’s so much thicker than the Trucker.  I can’t take him as deeply in my throat.  But I must be doing something right.  He’s panting.

I stand up.  “Let’s move around,” I whisper in his ear, gesturing out from behind the wall.  I willingly lead him right next to the Trucker.  My new man goes back on his knees and blows me.  The trucker’s eyes are riveted on us—at the live porn happening within inches of him.  I reach down and hold onto the Trucker’s shoulder—as if for support, but really to include him.  His hand tentatively brushes over my hairy ass cheeks and the strap on the jock I’m wearing.

The new man stands up.  “I’m going to shoot…you want it?”  I go to my knees.  He fires a much bigger load—from much bigger balls— straight down my throat.  He grabs my shoulders and hangs on as his body shakes. 

When I have every drop I pull off him and stand up.  He quickly does himself up and leaves, with a whispered, “Thanks—that was fun.”

I turn to the Trucker.

“Damn.  That was hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and I have another load for you…”

I go to my knees.  He has no problem with my mouth being freshly filled by another man.  I take him into my mouth.  I have to work a little—but he gives me another load.  More powerfully shot than the first. Blast after blast.

I find the whole scene so hot I shoot my week’s worth of cum under his seat, as his cock finally goes limp in my mouth…

Final Fling at the New Bookstore

Eastern Illinois—December, 2019

My job in western Indiana was winding down.  On my last day off, I tried, unsuccessfully, to find a hot man to unload in.  On the spur of the moment I decided to head to the new bookstore I’d found in eastern Illinois.  I was determined to have at least some sort of play on my birthday…

I arrive later than usual.  I have missed the lunch time ‘rush.’  I am on the edge of missing any men stopping in after work.  I pay my admission and go through the one door that leads to both theatres.  No one is in the gay theatre.  Two men are watching the straight video.  I sit there.  The porn is nasty enough to be interesting.  I take out my cock and stroke.

I am being actively cruised by a man sitting on the side wall opposite me.  I even inspire him to stop kneading his crotch and to take his cock out, once the other man in the room leaves.  I feel pretty confident that something will happen—until the outside door opens and a new man walks in.  My admirer’s cock disappears the moment he hears the door—and he disappears the moment he sees who it is entering the space.

I sigh, before looking at the new arrival.  He is a well dressed man in a suit (clothes I would not wear here.)  He is likely my age with a full head of grey hair.  His shoes are so well polished they catch the light from the big screen television.  He glances at my cock and walks right by me.  He goes around the corner of the low wall to the side section.  Over the wall, he watches the screen—and me—in a nice back and forth movement of his head.  I wait until I hear his zipper go down before I join him.

I stand in front of him.  His soft hand finds my cock.  I really want him to kneel on the grimy floor in that expensive suit and suck my dick.  He strokes me once or twice and then his hand goes to my shoulder.  I feel the slight pressure of his hand.  I kneel and find a very average, but very hard dick.  I take him into my mouth.  I spend less than a minute on him before he dribbles out his load.  I clean him up, but he still takes a white handkerchief from his pocket and wraps his cock in it before putting it away.  He pats my shoulder and leaves.

I am alone for a long time.

Two men come in.  One goes right to the gay section, so I only hear him, but don’t see him.  The other comes in and stands near me.  He is my age, short, slightly chunky, and has the biggest smile on his face when he sees my cock.  He gropes himself before he comes over to me. 

“Come to the bathroom,” he whispers.

I don’t want to play in there…but I go down the short hall.  I shut and lock the door behind me.  The light is blinding after the darkness of the theatre.  He has dropped his pants.  A nice sized cock is poking out from his shirttails.  He waddles over, with the trousers around his ankles and kneels.  He gives good head.  Enthusiastic and varied.  He pulls off me and looks at my cock.  “Fuck me,” he says.

I ask if he’s prepped.  He says yes.  I help him up and he leans against the sink.  I hunker down and am just about to rim his ass when he reaches behind himself and smears the foulest smelling lube down his ass crack and into his hole that I have ever come across.  I stand up and just stick my dick in him.

The issue is not his cleanliness—that seems to be great—but he is so short, I am doing deep knee bends to fuck him.  But it sure is working for him.  He grunts and fists his thick cock.  “Fuck, yes!” he grunts.  “Plow me hard.”

I keep it up as long as my legs can take it.  I finally have to pull out and step to one side.

“Shit, I am so close,” he announces.  I kneel and take his cock in my mouth just as he blasts a major load.  The moment he comes down from shooting he is all embarrassment.  I leave to let him get cleaned up in peace.  But not until after I wash that foul lube off my cock.

*****

The man in the gay cinema has vanished during our time in the bathroom. 

I sit in there as a new movie is playing—(and no one is in the straight theatre.)

I stroke for about 15 minutes.  Alone.  I am on the edge of leaving and taking myself out for a nice birthday dinner.

The door opens.  I hear the new guy check out the straight side, utter a vocal grunt of disgust and walk in this direction.  It’s the talker—from the last time I was here.  The one who reviewed the technique of the men and women in the porn.  And the director.  And the décor.  And how he could do it better.  He goes behind the low wall and leans on it.

“He sure can take it,” he says, watching an adorable 20-something get fucked by a daddy type on a frilly bed.

I can’t listen to it all a second time.  I stand up and cut to the chase.  “Good to see you again,” I say as I kneel next to him.  This literal shocks him—but also arouses him.  I unzip his pants and take out his semi-hard.

“I thought I recognized you,” he says as his cock goes in my mouth.

He has a short fuse.  He has one moment of taking control and fucking my face before he blows.  At least it’s the biggest load of the day.

He does himself up and leaves.

I wait 15 minutes.  If no one comes in, I tell myself, I’ll leave.

In no time I am in my car and in search of my promised birthday dinner and settling into a good book while I wait for it.

Back to the New Bookstore

Eastern Illinois—December, 2019

Around the top of the month, I had some exciting news.  Alejandro, the piss pig from the east coast, had solidified his plans and would be coming to Chicago for a wet session at the top of next week.  I was excited.  And just thinking about it made me need to blow off some steam.  I had the day off, so I decided to try the new bookstore again.

I left mid morning.  It was a bright, sunny winter day.  I stopped in a rest area, just before my exit, for the lunch I’d packed.  With the change to central time, it now just noon.  My cock shifted in my jock as I drank the last of my hot tea.  I wanted to see what kind of lunch time crowd might be there. 

I arrived ten minutes later.  I paid my admission and went through the thick metal door to the two theatres.  I found the bathroom in the pitch black hall and pissed.  There were four or five men seated in the straight theatre and one standing behind the low wall.  The gay side was empty. 

I went out to sit with the other men.  Not one had his cock out, but there was lots of groping of slightly tented trousers.  I sat in a lone chair, set my water bottle down and unbuttoned.  My cock sprang free.  I spit in my hand and began to shamelessly stroke in front of the others…

The porn is good.  We watch a big dicked man use a very small Latina in every hole she has available.  I am very aware of different sets of eyes glancing in my direction and then back at the screen.  One man pulls his coat from behind his chair and puts it in his lap.  His hand remains under the garment.

Another man leaves by the outer door.  A third, a good looking and well dressed older man, goes to the restroom.  He doesn’t come back—but there has been no sound of the outer door.  He has to be on the gay side.  I wait another moment—and go into the other room.

I can’t see him at first—he’s not sitting down.  He is standing in the darkest corner behind the low wall.  I lean on the wall and watch the movie.  God help me, it’s a movie where the guys have to act.  I ignore it and glance over at the man.  I can now just see his hand is in front of his crotch.

I wait a moment for him to make some sort of sign. 

Nothing. 

I pull my cock back out and show it to him.  I really want this distinguished grey haired man to bend over and suck me.  I move closer to him.

“Suck my dick…” he whispers.

I go to my knees and take his Viagraed cock into my throat.  He has a nice mouthful.  His soft fingers find my ears and hold on.  It doesn’t take much to get his load down my throat.  I clean his dick and he pats my head.  He moves away before we are discovered by anyone.

And that seems to be the key here with anyone over 40—don’t let your neighbors see you doing anything gay.

I sit on the gay side for a bit, but the movie is short on sex and long on set up.  I go back and sit in my first chair.  Slowly the rest of the room empties—but for the man behind the low wall.  Could he be stroking?  I move to the other secluded area in this theatre—another low wall on the side of the room.  I look right at him.  I can see the struggle in his face.  He wants to play—but should he?  Who is this guy?  I move slightly and bump into a chair I couldn’t see.  I sit down.  I’m lost to his view—but will he see it as an invitation? 

I wait.  I’m turned so I can see the movie—just—over the wall.  Suddenly, with his hand covering his crotch, the man appears.  He is in decent shape for his 50’s, balding, and a little doughy around the waist.  But he kneels between my splayed legs and sucks my cock.  I let him.  He’s a little toothy around my flared head, but he’s doing okay.  He strokes himself as he does it.

His knees tire.  I stand and help him up. 

I take a turn on his dick.  It’s still soft.  His balls are huge—so I lick them, too.  “Don’t!  I will cum in your mouth!” he hisses—though the theatre is empty.  He begins to pant.  I take his soft dick back in my mouth and he shoots—never remotely getting hard.

Time passes.  I am still off to the side, leaning on the wall.  Men have come and gone with no interest.  I sit down to find my water bottle as I want to move.  Suddenly a big man is by my chair.  He must have come in when someone was going out for I hadn’t heard the door.  He has the biggest, hardest cock I’ve seen today.  It’s sticking out of his fly and he is moving towards me.  He grabs my shoulders and pulls me onto his dick.

Just in time, too.  It explodes.  Had he been jerking in the other room and didn’t want to waste his load?  He thanks me, slurring his words, and leaves—tucking his wet cock back into his suit pants as he stumbles for the exit.

I go to the gay side.  The movie is new.  And better.  I stay behind the wall.  Two men come in the main door.  They both come in here—not the usual routine.  One is a big hairy bear in his late 30’s.  The other man is around the same age, short, wiry and has the longest, bushiest beard I’ve seen in ages.  The Bear comes right to me, glances at Bushy Beard and goes to his knees to suck me.

This guy is good.  And likely gay.  Bushy Beard watches us and feels himself up—but doesn’t unzip.  I grab the Bear’s head and fuck his face.  I hear him unzip and jerk as he sucks my dick.

“Lick my balls,” I whisper.

He does, reveling in their smell. 

Bushy Beard moves to us.  He taps the Bear on the shoulder who stands up.  I go to my knees and suck the Bear’s thick cock.  Bushy Beard unzips.  The Bear’s pants fall to his knees, pushed by BB.  I can hear BB lube up a finger.  He intends to fuck the Bear.  He jabs it into the man’s ass.  The Bear groans and gives me his load.  Do none of these men have any control?

I clean him up before the Bear heads to the bathroom.  I stand up.

“Let me fuck you,” Bushy Beard hisses, grabbing at my ass.

I shake my head.  “I’ll suck you, though.”

He’s disappointed, but takes his hand away from his cock.  He’s a good size and uncut.  The foreskin has not pulled back.  I go down to my knees.  I work the hood off his cock with my tongue.  The skin is thicker/tougher than any foreskin I’ve ever touched.  “That’s right,” he croons above me.  “Suck that dick, boy.”

I use lots of saliva and lots of suction.  He surprises me, too.  He’s pretty damn easy to get off.  Not as fast as the other men, but still in a hurry.  His load is big and salty.  He surprises me by pulling me to my feet, grabbing my dick in the slippery lubed hand and kissing me full on the mouth.  I give him some of his load, thinking he might jerk me as we kiss. 

Nope.  He turns and goes to wash up.

I sit and stroke to the new gay porn.  I am alone.  No one on either side.  A scrawny, shaved head guy, a little older than me, comes in and instantly crawls between my legs and sucks my dick.  He’s good.  I just get the feeling he’s gotten everyone off in the arcade—and is now going for the men in the theatre.

“Come back here.”  He stands and pulls me up, leading me back behind the wall.  He leans on it, arching his back towards me.  I kneel and tongue his ass.  He hasn’t had anyone back here today.  His pucker is tight—until my tongue gets at it.  I break it off and stand.  I am more than ready to fuck.  No mention of condoms.  I slide into his hole.  He groans and bucks back.  There is no wait period for him to get used to me—he wants me to fuck—Now!

I give it to him.  Over and over.  His ass bounces with each stroke.  “Fuck me!  Fuck!  Fuck!” he chants under his breath.  I pull out to taste his hole again.  I shouldn’t have stopped.  Dirty.  And too much to ignore.  I go to wash up.  He is gone by the time I come out of the bathroom.

I move to the straight side. 

I wait.

Not too long. 

A man comes in.  He’s tall, late 50’s, rather too dressed up for being here.  He leans on the back wall.

“She sure can take it.”

This begins a verbal critique of the video.  He covers how well made it is, how well she takes dick, how she had better do anal, how he could write better dialogue and how the camera must add inches to the guys on the screen.

To some things I respond as we are the only two men here.  Some I ignore.  And some observations get a noncommittal grunt.  But it’s endless—I take a break to the gay side to get away.

Nope—he follows me.  The video with the bad dialogue is back on.  This sets him off.  We lean on the low wall as he blathers on.

I have had enough.  I’m ready to go.  But on the off chance…“Did you want your cock sucked?”

It sounds loud in the empty theatre and it shuts him up. 

He doesn’t know how to respond.  “I…”

I kneel.  “You’re hard.  I can tell.”  And he is.

He unzips.

It’s the biggest dick of the afternoon.  And he says nothing the entire time I suck his dick.  Nothing, that is, until he explodes deep in my throat...