Lansing—February, 2020

(This picks up right where the last post left off…)

I need to stretch my legs after sucking the load out of the man with porn on his phone.  I walk the length of the building to the big screen gay area.  I sit in the shadows against the back wall and take my cock out.  I take a long drink from my water bottle—for a moment it brings the taste of the last man’s cum to life before it washes it all away.  My cock stands back up—and I lean back in my chair, shutting my eyes.

I hear someone approach.  I don’t open my eyes.  I hear him kneel.  He takes me in his mouth.  It a sloppy blow job with lots of saliva.  My cock adds some precum to all the extra spit in his mouth.  I sense someone standing near my shoulder—watching, I assume.

“You try,” the man between my legs says.  “I can’t get him off.”

The men change places.  I will myself to keep my eyes shut.  I want to keep it totally anonymous.  This new mouth is not anywhere as experienced.   He concentrates on my cock head and uses his hand on my shaft.  His teeth connect on the ridge of my cockhead more than once.

He, fortunately, gives up quickly. 

My cock is in the cool air for a moment.  Just as I am about to move, another man kneels.  Or is it the first guy again.  There is lots of wet suction—but it feels slightly different.  He also doesn’t take as much of my shaft into his throat.  It must be a third man taking the bait.

I hear the new guy sigh—and use my legs to help him get up from the kneeling on the hard concrete.  “That’s a wonderful dick,” he says once he’s on his feet.  “I’d sit on it if I’d known to clean today.”  He shuffles off.

I wait a moment and only then do I open my eyes.  There is no one in the room with me.  Perfect.

*

I go back to my original chair near the padded fuck table.  The handsome foot guy returns.  As much as I enjoyed his ministrations to my right foot, I decline his working on my left.  He easily gets another man on the table and I like watching the new guy try to take the big dick deep into his throat.

I am interrupted from being a voyeur by the man with the phone.  He stands in the doorway and beckons me over.  “Can you do me again?” he whispers.

I nod and follow him.  This time we hide out in the sling area.  It goes down exactly the same way.  I suck as much as I can of his thick cock into my mouth and he watches straight porn on his phone.  It takes slightly longer, as it’s only been 45 minutes after his last ejaculation.  But he’s every bit as hard.  And the load seems just as big.

The crowd in thinning when I emerge after his jizz is shot.  I sit on a bench near the now deserted gloryholes to watch an orgy scene on the gay porn screen.  My cock is out.  Of course.

A younger Black man finds me there.  He is around 30, maybe 5’9” and rather stocky.  He sits next to me.

“I bet you’ve been busy,” he says, gesturing to my dick.

“Yeah.  More than my share, I guess.

“Can I suck it?”

I shrug an ‘of course.’

He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  His tongue is velvety.  I have rarely felt anything like it.  And his mouth is big.  He has all his teeth, but it feels like those guys who take out their plate or their dentures to suck.  It’s heavenly.

He comes up for air.  I tell him how good it is.

 “Let me do your nuts.”  He pulls my pants down to my knees and begins sucking and licking the swollen ball sack, pulling the strap of the jock aside.  He licks my balls and then does huge swipes of my tongue across my perineum. 

He pauses—and then takes the pouch of my jock, which is bunched to the left of my cock, into his mouth.  He groans.  Finally, he stops.  “You taste so good.  Tell me you don’t use deodorant.”

“Not at this time of year.”

“I need to taste you.” He stands up. “Let’s go in here.”  He pulls me up, and I waddle with my pants around my ankles to the padded fuck table where I had my foot worked on.  He kneels and unlaces my boots and pulls them off. Then the pants.  I take off the sweatshirt.  I am naked but for jock and athletic socks.

I expect him to go for my pits, but he tells me to lie down.  He strips himself until he has nothing left on but dress socks and some brand of designer underwear I don’t recognize.  I lie with my hands behind my head, pits exposed.  He gets between my legs and sucks my cock.  And my balls.  Only then does he come up to lick my pits. 

And kiss me for the first time. His tongue is large—very large.  And so supple and active.  I love the acrid taste of my pits on it.  So does here.  He attacks them again.  And again.

“Roll over.”  I do.  I have never been so naked or vulnerable in a bookstore.  He sits astride my thighs and gives me an expert back rub.  I melt.  He moves down, his hands kneading my butt cheeks.  He bends.  His tongue drills into my tight pucker.

“Fucccckkkk…” I moan into my folded arms.  After the initial taste, he won’t stop licking and prodding me with that massive tongue.  Over and over again. 

He flips me so I am on my back.  My thighs are now on his shoulders, so he can eat my hole that way.  Neither of us like this angle, so I get on all fours.  He buries his face in my ass.  I groan and tell him to eat me out.

A man comes in.  He unzips and strokes.  Eventually he offers me his cock.  He fucks my face as my ass is tongued and eaten.  The new guy gives me a load.  I hold in it my mouth, guessing the man on my ass will want to share it with me. 

He does.  I roll over and we both sit up to snowball it back and forth.

And that does it.  I’m going to cum.  Finally.  He is right there to take every drop as I explode all over his face and open mouth…

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