Near Home—September, 2022

A good time at a particular venue makes me want to go back for more.  I felt pretty comfortable at my habitual bookstore.  I’d had a good time—so I went back on a Friday night towards the end of the month…

I open the door of the straight theatre.  Two men instantly stop the blowjob in progress, one desperately trying to zip up and the other to get off his knees.  I mutter a “Sorry” and head next door to give them the privacy they seem to need.  There are more men here, but they aren’t in action.  Yet.  I sit along the side wall, as the cocksucker’s chair is taken with a daddy who’s stroking.  In the corner behind me stands a man my age groping himself as he watches the guy to his side and the screen.  I hear movement in the back corner, too, behind the door where I came in.

I sit and open my fly.  As I erect, the guy in the cocksucker’s chair strokes faster.  The guy behind me is emboldened to unzip.  He has a nice thin seven incher.  He offers it to the guy in the cocksucker’s chair who refuses it with a shake of his head.  From the corner behind the door, out of my sight from where I sit, I hear more shuffling feet.  The bald-headed guy from last time, who gave me a load though he never got hard, emerges.  He sees me and makes right for me.  His cock is out and swinging.  He stands in front of me and I suck him as the other two watch.  It doesn’t take long.  He erupts again, never getting hard.

I look at Seven Incher.  He is stroking faster to the live show, two feet in front of him.  He has greased his dick with some baby oil, but I power through that and take his slender cock repeatedly down my throat.  He has an awesome foreskin.  My tongue is very happy, working that massive hood back and forth in my mouth.  He gives me a load fairly quickly and leaves.  The man in the cocksucker’s seat is not too happy.  He zips up and flounces out, never having touched anyone else’s dick.

I stroke alone.

A cute, blond cub comes in.  He looks familiar.  “Wanna fuck me this time?” he asks.

I do.  And silently wonder why I wouldn’t have before.  He wants to go to the preview booths so we can be alone.  I zip up and follow.

“Have you done any more harvesting of loads?” he asks.  Of course, he was the kid that loved the idea of his load going into Dave’s ass.

I tell him I haven’t lately—and I owe him a thank you fuck for the load I got to enjoy twice—once in my mouth as he shot and again when I felched it out of Dave.  I lock the door behind us as the Cub takes off his pants. 

He gives me some excellent head. 

“Remember my balls,” I sigh.

He does—leaving them wet and ready to fire.

I take a turn on his short cock, but soon I rotate his hips with my free hand and dive into his hairy ass crack.  Fuck!  He tastes quite wonderful—obviously recently showered, but with the fresh sweat we’ve created during our play.

“You gonna fuck me this time?”

“Oh, yeah,” I mutter, still deep in his hairy crack.  I come up for air.  “You want my raw cock inside you?” I say, praying he is not a condom guy.

“Every inch.”

I get his hole wetter yet.  He leans forward, braced on the seat.  I stand up and slide in.  He is so wet from my tongue and his own natural juices.  He takes my full length on the first try.  He groans and hits his poppers.  With the cap back on, I begin to pump him.  His hand reaches for his cock.  I fuck into him faster.

A mistake, for he rears up and shoots all over the bench of the booth.  He shudders and my arms wrap around his furry chest and hold him up as he sags.

I pump a little more—but he can’t take it, after he’s shot.  He apologizes, but I tell him it was worth it to finally get into his ass—and I’m sure someone will take care of me tonight.

*

A lull.

I watch the gay video and stroke.

A handsome Black man, over 35 and under 50, comes in.  He is gym built underneath his work clothes.  Seeing my dick out, he sits opposite me and takes his out.  He’s thick—plumped, but not hard.

“Are you a cock sucker?” he asks.

“I can be…”

He gets up and brings me his cock.  His pants drop to his ankles.  His aroma is over poweringly good—made from a day’s work and the sweat from his balls.  His pubes are sparse, but super curly and stay close to his skin.  As I keep licking his balls, my hand finds his asshole.  It brushes across it.  His cock responds, hardening to seven plus inches.  Now there is a slight curve upwards on his thick cock.  I work my way from balls to the shaft and oval big to take him down.

He sighs, “So good.  Suck me just like that.”

My finger grazes his asshole again.  His cock spews out a wad of precum.  My tongue swirls it over the large head and I take him deep again.

The man grabs my ears and fucks my face.  He doesn’t even pause as the door opens and some guy comes in.  He is reaching the point of no return.

“You swallow, man?”

I grunt an affirmative.  My finger finds his pucker.  It flares open and I stick my middle finger into him.

“Shit, yes!  Take my load, man.  Take it!”

I have to swallow fast.  It’s huge.  And doesn’t stop.  Six or seven blasts that coat my tongue.  He lets me clean him off.  Perhaps because I have a grip on his balls and won’t let go.  I get every drop off him before I release my hold.  He squeezes my shoulder, zips up and goes.

“That was hot.”  It’s the guy who came in.  He is around my age, tall and thin.  He has his dick out and has been stroking to the blow job.  “It looks like you need to get off.”

I nod.  He hands me his poppers.  I know they will help me shoot in his mouth so I huff them.  He takes a hit himself.  But he doesn’t go to his knees to do me—he sticks his drooling cock into my surprised mouth.  He fucks my face.

“Here it comes.  Argh!” 

He shoots.  He hangs onto my shoulders and does a shallow pump into my mouth.  The poppers do their work on me.  I erupt.  Spurt after spurt..

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "You Swallow, Man?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October, 17, 2022