Near Home—February, 2022

After the less than stellar bookstore experience, I was still horned.  I decided it was time to go back to my usual stomping grounds slightly closer to home.  It was now Super Bowl Sunday—I was intrigued to see who wasn’t a sports fan…

The place is busy.  Lots of men in and out of the two video rooms.  The porn is exceptionally good on the gay side.  A Lucas Entertainment daddy epic.  My cock drools as mouths on screen suck the cock fresh from the perfect ass it was fucking.

Many men have looked in.  But now one sits across from me.  I think I recognize him, but he has still opted to wear a mask, so I’m not sure.  He has the body of a former football player.  He now likely late 30’s—but I am no longer a good judge on ages.  He nods to me.  I nod back.  We watch the film.  It takes no time before he is groping himself.  Soon enough he unzips and he takes out his bigger than average cock.  It looks very black against his white t-shirt.

We stroke to the two daddies using a young man.  There is rarely a moment the kid onscreen does not have two big dicks in him.  One way or another.  His moans are hot—not annoying.

Finally my theatre companion turns to me.  “Will you suck me?  I love your mouth.”

So I do know him.  I go over and kneel in front of him.  I take him down easily.  He is longer than usual, but not particularly thick.  He also has a curve that perfectly fits my throat.  He lets me do all my tricks of tongue and playing with suction—but will then hold me still to fuck my throat.

He finally stops me with “I don’t want to cum too fast.” 

He does himself up and he must get off in the arcade for I don’t see him again.

I check in next door.  A straight couple is watching the porn.  His hand is under her short skirt; her hand totally covers a very small cock.  There are at least eight men in the room before me.  They just know they are going to get a game day blow job—and soon enough the guy starts choosing men for his partner to service.

A man next to me, who has his dick in his hand, reaches out and strokes my dick—unusual when there is a woman present.  He goes to his knees in front of me, but still continues with just his hand.  Stroking. 

And whispering:  “Do you like women?  My wife would love your cock.  Sooo thick.  She’s cute—not like her.”  He tosses the woman in the room a look of contempt.  (He’s right, but I say nothing.)  “I want to see my wife suck you—and watch you fuck her.  And fill her with your cum.”

I lean forward and whisper:  “Which you’d eat out?”

And the guy shoots on the spot.  All over the floor between my boots.  He promises to look for me to make his fantasy a reality. 

(I have never seen him again.)

The man offers me his woman.  I smile and decline. 

She gets four men off (all over her breasts and mouth) before they leave.

A bearded guy, who stayed well behind the couple, has been watching me.  He comes toward me now.  He is tall and thin.  He unzips, revealing he is built like me all over.  He goes to his knees and gives me excellent head.  My cock is dripping and he is leaving me with gobs of slick spittle all over my shaft and balls.  Fuck—the joy of a beard on your balls…

He deep throats me effortlessly at first.  Over and over again.

He goes to lick my balls—and under them—without being told.

He come back up and begins for the load in earnest.  I think it might happen—but the moment I think it, my orgasm recedes.  He is going at a terrific pace—and can’t possible prolong it.  He finally pulls off me, winded.

“I tried…” he mumbles.

I tell him I take forever and not to take it personally and that I loved what he was doing.  He stands up, rather shakily—his rampant dick is right in front of me.  I take it in my mouth.  He sighs out a “Yesssss….”

I go to my knees.  I suck his big cock.  Trying to give him the exact pleasure he gave me.  I pull his pants down and play with his very hairy ass as my mouth remains all over his erection.  A finger grazes his hole.  He pulls his cheeks apart in invitation.  My third finger invades.

He gasps and squirms—pushing my long middle finger deep into his guts.  He bucks back on it—and erupts into my mouth.  He holds my head in place—as if I would even think of pulling off him.

I clean him up with my tongue.  Every drop.  He thanks me.  He lingers like he might want to give me his number, but then takes off quickly.  I wish I had offered mine…

A long lull.  I think of leaving.  I go watch most of the Lucas film instead.

I check the straight side after the movie ends.  I have been jerking to it long enough that likely any one could get me off now.

I sit in the back row—in the cocksucker seat.  Where men can stand against the back wall and turn to the person seated and be perfectly lined up.

I don’t wait long.  A graying Daddy arrives and whips up a seven incher. 

He strokes.

He turns.

I suck.

I stop stroking I am so close.

“Ah, fuck…” he hisses and explodes in my mouth.

And I blast off right along with him.
 

The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Super Super Bowl Sunday (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 22, 2022