Near Home—August, 2020

Having fun with the Arab (not to mention not getting off) made me go back to the bookstore just two days later.  This time it was an evening…

It’s going to be a good night.  The moment I sit down in the straight theatre, a regular, standing against the back wall, recognizes me.  He comes over and kneels to suck my dick.  It’s great warm-up head.  Another man, who I don’t know, proffers me his dick to suck while the first man works on me.  This new guy gives me a load with very little effort.  I thank the guy between my legs as I get up to stretch.

As I move to the door a young man comes in.  At first I barely recognize him—he has a new pandemic beard—thick, bushy and very black.  It looks great on his handsome brown face.  He is lean and wearing just shorts and a tee.  It’s his eyes that make me recognize him, with that look of naked desire.  This is the man, maybe 30 now, who used to beg me to fuck him, but he would only do it in a booth.  I loved playing with him (well, maybe not with the condom he insisted on for anal) but not in the booths.  They were reserved for men to rent to watch a movie of their choice, and were a risky place to play.  If caught, you could get booted out of the theatre.  And I hated to be locked away from the other men watching…

He touches my sleeve and follows me out into the hall.  “Come on.”  His head indicates where he wants me—the booths are right there.

I shake my head. 

He tries to pull me in that direction again.

I stop him with “The new guy at the counter is much more strict about those.”  (It is true I had witnessed him toss a pair of guys out of the store one afternoon.)  “And you know I love to show off…”  I move on to the gay cinema.

I find a willing mouth in the cock suckers chair—the one against the back wall where a guy can stand and be sucked.  I unbutton and give the guy my dick.

The newly bearded cute boy comes in moments later.  He stands—watching me get head.  Then he moves to the nook behind the entry door.

I thank the guy and go to sit down.  I stroke and watch the movie.  If I turn towards the door—I can just make out Cute Boy standing in the shadows.

There are quite a few men in the room.  Another takes a turn on my dick, kneeling and licking me with gusto.

When he stops, unable to get an easy load, I get up to piss.  Cute Boy grabs me as I reach for the door handle.  He sinks to his knees and undoes the button fly.  He takes my still semi-hard dick into his mouth.  He gives me the best head I’ve had tonight.  Finally, I need to piss more than get sucked.  I pull him up and thank him in a whisper:  “I loved that.  I really loved that one guy watched you do me.”

Cute Boy makes a face.

“I’ll be right back.”

I piss and return.  He’s still there, thinking he will get more.  I smile at him and return to my seat.  I jerk to Lucas Men.  Eventually he emerges from the nook and takes a seat across from me.

I let others suck my cock—or vice versa—as he sometimes glares, sometimes entreats me with his eyes.  Each time I just spread my legs, offering him the goods—but right where I am.

Thirty minutes later he gets up and sheepishly comes over, kneels and pushes my hand away from my drooling cock.  He goes down on me in plain view of six men.  The entire room is agog.  They know this kid’s habits, too, though likely most have never felt his mouth or ass. 

Cute Boy works hard—making really noisy sucking sounds.

Every man in the room is now jerking.  Cute Boy looks up and seems astounded at the sexual energy in the room—energy that we are making.  It’s enough to make him unzip and stroke as he sucks me.

“Lick my balls.”  My voice, though soft, seems really loud in the circumstances.  He does as he’s told.   The man nearest us sighs audibly.  This makes Cute Boy work harder.  He is getting into being a good cock whore in front of these men.  I use this.  I tell him when to go back to my dick, or my balls, or under my balls with my infamous line ‘get your tongue between my cockring and my balls.  It’s my secret spot…”

Cute Boy is beating his meat like crazy as he is told to go back to my cock.  I stand up.  I fuck his face, one hand behind his head.  He takes almost the entire shaft on each stroke.  Over and over.

I pull out.  I pull him up and kiss him.  Then I drop to my knees and suck his long, thin cock.  He gasps but let me do it.  With every eye in the place devouring his body.

We change back—me sitting and him on the floor.

Then I pull him up to let me suck him as I sit there.

Finally, I put him in the chair and begin a slow face fuck.  He has to feel my cock engorging even more.  I am so close—but not quite there.

I pull out.  My hand goes to my cock.  “Open your mouth.”   

My command fills the breathless room.

The first shot splatters his nose and drips into his new beard.  The second is right on target in his mouth.  I push my cock deep into him and fire the final  five or six  right down his throat.

Beneath me, he shoots his own load—while he milks me of every drop…

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