Near Home—October, 2021

I finally returned to my usual bookstore for my first play of October.  It was fairly dead. But it still merits an entry for the continued corruption of Cute Boy—getting him to play in public and not locked away from other’s eyes.  (If you need to read the earlier entry, you will find it here.)

The porn in the gay cinema is the hottest I have seen here for quite some time.  It has a slightly harder edge to it—lots of ass to mouth, cum in the ass, cleaning of cock afterwards and even snowballing—not at all like the vanilla, condomed movies that often end up on the big screen television here.  I enjoy the first scene, all alone in the room.

By the second scene, a couple of men have stopped by—taking a break it would seem from being alone in the maze.  Neither linger.  The third to come into the room is a very large man of around my age, who I recognize from here.  He gives excellent head—and his eyes light up when he sees me.  He sits across from me.  I nod to him.  I let him get settled.  He likes the movie, too.  I can tell by the continual kneading of his crotch.

I stand up—my hard, slicked up cock swinging.  I take it to his mouth.  He engulfs it.  He gives me the exquisite service I remember.  Instantly, as if a lighted sign had flashed in the lobby that sex was happening, two men come in.  One takes my vacated seat and the other lingers by the door, watching.  I turn slightly so they can both see more.  Neither opens their pants, but their eyes watch us, not the movie.  I now do a little face fucking to change it up.  And the door opens again.

It is Cute Boy.  He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me, his hand still on the door knob.  The man by the door reaches for Cute Boy’s crotch.  CB pushes him away and goes to sit way down front.  He will have to turn to watch me.  I wait.  He turns—and watches me use the large man’s mouth for my pleasure.

I finally pull out and thank the guy by squeezing his shoulder.  With my seat taken, I move down to where Cute Boy is sitting.  I stand in front of him.  “Suck my dick.”

He is totally conflicted again.  Not only is it in front of others, but I am still wet with spit from some man who he likely considers unattractive.  I wait.  All eyes are on us.  The man by the door pulls out his cock to stroke.

I smack Cute Boy’s immaculately shaved cheek with my wet cock.  He grimaces—and opens his mouth.  He begins to suck—nervously glancing at the others in the room. 

“Good boy.”  It sounds louder in the hushed room then I mean it to be.  But it makes him really work on my dick.  His hand comes up to jerk me so he can just lick the head.  “No hands,” I tell him firmly.  “Just your mouth.”

Now the other spectator unzips and begins to stroke.  Even my initial cock sucker undoes his pants and sticks his hand inside.  Cute Boy is working hard, but is only taking perhaps three quarters of my cock down his throat.  I hold the sides of his head and begin a slow face fuck.  I give him maybe just half of my dick.  He ovals his cute mouth and takes it.  I go a little deeper.  Maybe two thirds of my shaft now.  Spittle is coming out of the sides of his mouth.  I step up to almost the whole shaft.  He is tearing up, but refuses to give in.  Finally he chokes…and I pull out, ruffling his hair and calling him a “good boy.”

Cute Boy is now hard.  His jeans are tented.  “Take off your pants.  I want to suck your cock.”  He willingly unzips.  “No, all the way off.”  He pauses.  Then stands up, unbuckles and drops his jeans to his ankles.  He sits on the metal chair.  I kneel and lick the pre-cum off his cock head.  He sighs.

I take him into my mouth.  I do all the things the big man did to me, now with my tongue.  After a bit I push him back, so he is leaning against the back of the chair.  My finger finds his hole.  This sends something akin to an electrical shock through him.  His hand finds my arm and pushes it away.  I spit on my finger and touch his pucker again.  He looks at all the men watching him about to take my finger up his tight asshole.  He is so conflicted for others to see him do something so intimate.  But my wet finger is giving him too much pleasure.  He relaxes and his ass welcomes me up to the first knuckle.

“Stroke your cock.”

I begin to lick his balls and finger fuck his ass.  Every man in the room is stroking, one way or another.  It raises the temperature of the room.  I pull my finger out and spit on it again.  I go deeper.  I find his prostate and stroke.

“Ohhhh….” He sighs.

“Cum for me.”

He concentrates.  He strokes harder.  And faster.  It takes a long time.  My erection actually goes down I am working so hard on him.  He suddenly shudders.  Cute Boy shoots.  Two or three tiny drops…but he looks totally spent.

The other three men leave, making no move to play.  We clean up—and that is that…

Except Cute Boy has done a few more things in public that he has never done before…

The original, with the link to an earlier story about this cut young man, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Continued Corruption of Cute Boy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 22, 2021