Jackson—February, 2022

This picks up immediately after the previous post:

I sit back down and stroke for a bit.  A few men come in to look, but not play.  The next one in is around my age.  He’s of medium height, with sparse grey hair.  He looks at me—and begins to strip.  Every article of clothing is taken off but his socks.  He folds them carefully and stows them under his chair.  His t-shirt is left on the seat for him to sit on.  His body has definitely gone soft, plus likely some Covid weight.  His cock is plumped, but not hard.   I take it all in, but I can’t take my eyes off his nipples.  They are huge.  Erect.  And pointing right at me.

He sits down, and rather listlessly strokes his dick.

Finally he looks at me—“Would you let me suck that magnificent piece of meat?”

I stand and walk over.  He reaches up, holding my cock at the base, just looking at it for a moment.  Then he guides me between his lips while his hands go to working his nipples.  He’s good.  I like to use men’s mouths my age or older.  Most of them have decades of technique.  This guy is good—but not quite as good as I hoped.  I knock his hand away from the closest nipple and twist it myself.

He grunts.  And I swear his sucking improves.  I get the other one in my other hand and tweak it.

“You can do that as hard as you want,” he tells me, coming up for air.

I was pretty sure of that, but it’s always good to know.  I twist and squeeze.  He sucks.  His cock stands up all on its own.  I let go of one nipple and grab the back of his head.  I start to fuck his face.  What thumbnail I have is grinding into the swollen flesh of his nipple.  He is whimpering around my cock.  In a good way.

Suddenly he pulls off me.  I wonder if he’s shot.  His cock is soft again and oozing, but no other load is evident.  He thanks me—and moves to get dressed.  I sit back down.  I love watching his face as the T-shirt goes on and the fabric rubs those over stimulated giant cones on his chest…

*

I wander—but come right back to my alcove and chair.  I have managed to catch the eye of a tall, handsome man somewhere in his 40’s.  I sit down—and in moments he comes in, too.  I get out my cock.

“That’s even bigger than I thought you’d have…” he says softly.  “May I?”

I nod.

He unzips himself as he kneels.  “It’s always the tall, skinny guys with the big dicks…”  I can’t disagree.  His mouth connects with my cock. He is fabulous.  I thought that bearded guy from the last trip here was great—but this man could give him lessons. 

His mouth is wet.  I sigh.

Active. 

With a great tongue.  He teases my piss slit and I moan.

There is just the right amount of suction.

I actually reach down and unobtrusively twist my balls—so I don’t shoot.

He pulls off my cock and, without direction, starts licking my swollen, hairy orbs.  It’s his turn to groan.  He stops long enough to say “You’ve been busy—I love the taste of ‘em.”  He goes right back to nuzzling them.  Licking them and only then, pulling them one at a time into his mouth.  Tonguing every wrinkled inch of them.

“Let me fuck your mouth.”  I stand up—and the hot man takes my place in the chair.  I begin slowly, but when I can see he can take me deep with each stroke, I give it to him.  All of it.  His cock has come out.  He is now beating it as I thrust into him.

We change back up—me in the chair and him between my splayed legs.  He’s taking me deeper now all on his own.   I close my eyes.  I think I may be giving him a load soon.  Suddenly my face is slapped with a very hard cock.  I turn and it’s the Marathoner.  He feeds me his dick with a grin.  The angle is terrible for me to do much—and made worse by the thickness of his cock.  Handsome man seems to love that I have a dick in my mouth—and seems to have no interest in sharing it with me.  He’s quite content with mine.

The Marathoner pulls out of me abruptly. He turns and grinds his ass into my face.  My tongue easily finds his hole.  I work him open until my tongue is poking deeply into his once tight pucker.

Handsome man seems to love this—he is working faster and faster on me.

And suddenly I know why.  He stands up, I turn and he feeds me his dick just in time to shoot a massive load.   I swallow and I still can’t help but let some run out of my mouth and into my beard.

The Marathoner pulls up his pants and leaves the room. (He won’t want a mouth full of cum licking his hole.)  Mr. Handsome pulls me up out of the chair and kisses me, licking some of his seed out of my beard.  It’s a hot intimate moment—tuning out the blaring porn and the other men milling around.

 “See you around,” he tells me as he does up his pants, after seeing his cock has been cleaned so well, there are no last drops of cum.  “I want you again.”

But so in the five weeks since, I have never seen him…

One more installment to come/cum…in a willing ass.

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Saturday Two: "Even Bigger Than I Thought..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 15, 2022