Near Home—October, 2022

It never ceases to amaze me how different cruising in the same location can be.  It is, of course, all about who is there that night. On the first day of October, I hit the perfect crowd at the bookstore nearest to my home.

I haven’t been here on a weekend night in a long time.  I can barely find room to park.  There is one space left.  I go in, pay and head to the straight theatre.  There are maybe nine men in the room.  And two of us are white.  This is an interesting change.  It is usually the other way around, if it is racially diverse at all.  The porn is with people of color, too.  I sit happily along the side wall.  A bear of a white guy is on his knees sucking the cock of a Black daddy in the back corner.  Some watch and stroke, some watch the screen.  I haul my cock out and am instantly erect.  The sexual current in the room is really high.  Almost instantly a young, thin Black man across from me licks his lips in a suggestive way.  I nod.  Before he can get to me, a built 30-something Black man stands in front of me.

“Fuck me.” 

He grabs my cock and all but twists it off.  I let out a yelp.

“Come on.  In one of the booths and fuck me good.”

I tell him I just sat down and need a moment.  (I really need to make sure my cock is still working after his death grip.)  He goes off.  My potential cocksucker is on his knees in front of another Black man, getting a mouthful of beer can cock.  I stroke to his bobbing head.  I watch the guy he’s sucking, as his whole body stiffens.  He shoots in the young man’s mouth, who swallows every drop.  The guy gets up fast and leaves.  The young man, who is thin and in jeans and a tight Tee-shirt, looks again at me.  I nod.  He licks a stray strand of cum off his top lip and crawls over to between my legs.  He pauses, before going down on me to unzip.  He pulls out a short, dripping cock.  His fist wraps around himself at the same time his lips wrap around me. 

He's good.  Velvety. And I like the thought of another man’s load in his mouth.  He knows to go for my balls.  He loves them.  He strokes himself faster.  His other hand lifts them so his tongue can trail along my metal cockring.  He inhales deeply and sighs.

“Oh, fuck…” he murmurs.  He can’t stop licking me there and inhaling the slightly sweaty musk of my very essence.  He strokes harder—and is suddenly shooting between my boots.  He apologetically kisses my balls again and gets up.  My finger catches a drooling drop of semen from his dick before he puts it away.  I lick my finger clean.  He thanks me and takes off.

“Is that what you’d rather do?” says the guy who twisted my dick so hard. 

I shrug.

“My friend wants to blow you.”  He gestures towards the back wall.  A cute, young Black man is there in a ball cap with the logo from the closest university.  I smile at him and he comes towards me.  He tells me he wants to do it in a booth.  I sigh, but I get up, button up and go with him.

“Jealous!” hisses his friend at us as we go by.

We settle in with a closed door.  Not my favorite, but the guy is hot and eager.  He gets down on his knees.  I stand.  He fishes out his cock and strokes.  He also inhales my scent.  He must be aware of how wet the last kid left my balls.  But he begins right there and slowly works up my cock shaft.  I am soon treated to one of the best blow jobs I can remember.  He does everything right—and the love of what he is doing is contagious.  I stand still or face fuck him—whatever he wants—without a word being spoken.

I love his mouth and tell him so.  But I can’t get off.  Not this early in the evening.  He works hard to make it happen.  I finally tell him he’s doing everything right—it just takes me forever.

He nods in understanding and says “We were on our way out of here.  Do you want my load, I am so ready to shoot.”

I go to my knees.  He has a long thin cock that hooks downward slightly.  It fits perfectly down my throat.  And he blasts off in moments.  A huge, thick load.  The moment he can breathe again, there is a soft rap on the door.

“Come on,” the guy who wanted to get fucked whispers.  “We’re late.”

We grin at each other and go to clean up—but I have cleaned him so well there is nothing for his fast food napkin to wipe up.

*

The crowd is gone from the straight theatre.  No one is in the room.  I go next door.  Two men are here.  The white guy looks as me as I get my dick out.  He does the head nod, to see if I’m interested.  I nod back.  He comes over and kneels between my splayed legs.  He is ten years younger than I, at a guess.  His beard feels terrific on my balls.  I look across at the other man in the chair against the back wall.  He is around my age, Black and brawny with some grey in his hair.  He takes out his dick as he watches me get sucked.  The next thing I know he stands and walks over to us.  He slaps my cheek with his wet cock—as if I wasn’t paying attention to him.  I open and take his pretty standard sized, but very hard, cock into my mouth.

This is one of my favorite bookstore moments—one guy on my cock and a dick in my mouth at the same time.  It never happens often enough.  Everyone in the room is getting just what they want.  I can feel that I am producing more precum as I suck.

“Damn, you suck good,” the guy in my mouth groans.  I ruffle the guy’s hair who is doing me to tell him the same thing, my mouth being full.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.”

I keep doing it.  In moments he is blasting into my mouth.  And it’s the release I need, too.  I give every drop of my load to the man with the beard.  He takes me happily.  We both clean the deflating dicks in our respective mouths with pleasure…

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "You Keep Doing That and I'm Gonna..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 30, 2022