Near Home—September, 2019

The last trip to the bookstore had been fun and varied.  I had met new men, likely for I had gone on a different day and time.   I repeated it again the next week.  Some fun.  Some odd…

My legs are splayed widely apart.  A man who called me by name, but who looks only vaguely familiar, is kneeling on the hard floor and sucking my cock as if it were the only one in the room.  It’s not.  Five men are jerking to what we are doing.  My sucker shows off for them—rubbing it in that he is on ‘the big one’ and taking it to the root with ease.  He comes up for air with a big satisfied smile on his face.

He stands.  His own cock is wet and dripping from having mine deep in his throat.  I lean forward and suck him a little.  He sighs—but pulls back, whispering “I’ll shoot.”  He tucks himself away, nods at me to follow and exits.

I hear him go into the gay cinema.  I stand, try to fit my dick into the once white jock, and button up.  I attempt to follow him, but I am stopped in the hallway by a door of a preview booth swinging open and almost hitting me.  I look inside.  There, with his pants around his ankles, is the Black kid from last week with the same Army tee on.  He gestures me to come in and shut the door.  I do both.

Last week I was allowed to only lick his balls—and to lick up his spent load off his thigh.  I want to see it I can expand things this week.  I hunker down and push my tongue into his hairy ball sack.  He groans and stops stroking his dick.  I begin moving my tongue all over his balls.  I work down, away from his dick and towards his perineum. 

The kid gives his cock a couple of strokes, sighs again and closes his eyes.  I work up, back over his now wet balls and slowly up the base of his thick ebony shaft.  He doesn’t move.  I keep moving up.  Suddenly my tongue is on his wet cock head.  I oval my lips and take him into my mouth.  Not for long.  But enough.  He groans.  He opens his eyes.  He realizes what he is letting me do.  He stands up—which pulls his dick out of my mouth.  He grabs it and jerks.  He is obviously going to shoot.  I cup my hands below and am rewarded with a massive blast of jizz. He stares at me, waiting.  I don’t disappoint.  I bend and lick up all of it on my left hand.  Then I stand up and spread the rest of his cum on my dick.  He grins and gives me a thumbs up…

*

I can’t find my former cock sucker.  He must have gotten busy when I got sidetracked.  But I do find the Guy with the PA from a few weeks ago.  He nods at me and goes into a preview booth at the other end from where I was with the kid.  He is stocky but no stranger to the gym.  I lock the door and that is his cue to strip totally naked but for athletic socks.

“Suck me,” he blurts out.

I go to my knees and service his cock, carefully folding the piercing back against the cock head with my tongue.

“Nice,” he hisses after a bit.  “Let me do you.”

We change up.  He’s good, but rather abrupt about it all.  I wonder if he can taste the jizz I smeared all over my cock.

“We should be 69ing,” he decides.  “Lie on the bench.”

I do.  He gets a knee past my head and his PA swings down and hits my nose.  His massive bulk is only slightly crushing me—but we each want the other’s cock in our mouth so we make it work.

“I can’t hold it.”  He pulls his cock out of my mouth, gives it two strokes and sticks it back in.  He gives me a load big enough to choke me.  It’s like a piss load—it just keeps filling my mouth as I swallow faster and faster and faster....

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