Near Home—October, 2021

As I didn’t get off (nor did I expect to) with my fisting of the Ginger Bear I went to the closest bookstore on a Thursday afternoon.  It was a small group of men hanging around…but very playful…

I can feel the sexual tension in the air the moment I enter the gay cinema.  There are five men in the room.  I have obviously interrupted a blow job.  A 40-something white guy with a shaved head, sits along the back wall and makes no move to cover his saliva covered cock.  A man is standing with his back to me who was likely servicing the guy.  I can’t sit in either of my two regular seats.  The one against the right wall has a man in it, who is kneading his cock mound.  Another man sits next to him.  The third stands by the door, looking like he wants to unzip.

I move to the left wall and sit down.  It’s an outside wall, but warm enough today on this bright October day.  The guy who was likely sucking is adjusting his package.  He doesn’t go back to sucking the guy—he comes down to me as I take my dick out.  And I realize why—it’s Braydon.  He’s the bearded cub who threw the motel party where the cops were called.  He’s also been to the old house to take on three of us and we’ve met here, occasionally.  He has cropped his hair very short.  The beard is also much more shaped and trimmed.

“Let me suck it.”

I spread my legs.

The guy kneading his mound opens his fly.  The man next to him eventually reaches over and strokes the hardening dick.  Braydon has gotten me dripping in short order.  The man he was sucking earlier starts beating his cock—knowing just what I am feeling.  I nod to him and gesture for him to come and join us.  He gets up, his hand never leaving his stubby, fat cock.

“I want to see you suck him,” I hiss to Braydon.  He bobs up and over to the man who is now standing at my side.  Braydon sucks him.  Stubby Cock grabs his head and face fucks him.  Then he pulls Braydon off him and pushes him back down to my cock.  He prods his thick cock against my lips.  I open and take him to the root.  He does not face fuck me, but just as suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth and kneels.  Braydon goes to my balls to allow Stubby Cock access to suck my prick.  He does, with gusto—if not much skill.  This must excite Stubby.  In moments he stands up and gestures for Braydon to take his load.  But Braydon is busy.  I give him a mouth to shoot in.  He gasps out his orgasm.  I love watching his body shiver as he unloads.

Braydon comes up for air.  “Fuck me.”  He pulls a chair away from the wall, pulls his jeans down and leans against the back of it.  I don’t bother to tell him my mouth is full of jizz.  I go to my knees from my chair and stick my cum covered tongue up his hole.  I begin to reverse felch the guy’s semen up into Braydon.  He can feel it and groans, even asking me if that’s what I am doing.  I make some sort of affirmative sound and poke more cum up his ass.

When my mouth is empty and Braydon is feeling well lubed, I stand up and add my cock.  I glide in, with a hole coated in cum.  He’s a great fuck anyway, but this makes him feel spectacular.

“I knew you wouldn’t want me to waste his load,” I grunt out as my hips slam into him.

“So…Hot…” he pants.  “Use my ass.”

The guy to our side giving the hand job is now sucking the cock he was jerking.  I encourage the guy by the door to give Braydon his cock.  He shakes his head.

I pause the fucking and go to my knees.  I have churned so much of the load out of his hole.  It is hanging there on the hair of Braydon’s ass crack.  I mop it up with my tongue and push it back inside.  I can’t help but swallow some of it.

I fuck him again.

The guy by the door sprays his load on the floor.  The guy getting blown convulses in his sucker’s mouth.  They all leave.

I slow on Braydon’s ass.  Neither of us wants me to be done yet.

We go off to look for others—he to the arcade and I check the straight side.

There is nothing of interest.

I go back and stroke to the gay film. 

Braydon comes back.  He has found no one either. 

“You want my load?”

“Are you serious?”  He bends over, dropping his pants again.  “Breed me.”

I eat his hole a bit.  Cum is working out of him.  I swallow some.  And also spit a dollop of used seed on my dick.  I stand up and sink into him again.

I love showing off—but being alone with him is nice in an entirely different way. 

I do a very slow fuck. 

I can’t help but build the rhythm quickly.  He is super slick. I think about the cum in him, where it came from, what I did with it…and I explode.  I replace the first load with a fresh, bigger one…

The original, with comments from readers, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Reverse Felch (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 7, 2021