Near Home—November, 2022

I went to the bookstore nearest to me for some Sunday afternoon fun.  Historically, it has been a good time to find playful men needing to get off before the work week starts…

I lock the car and go in.  The parking lot is sparse, but I am slightly earlier than usual.  I go into the straight side.  A younger man I recognize by sight is in the back row.  He is Black, around 30 and with a large frame that carries his weight well.  I know that he loves to jerk to the movies and other people’s action.  He has acted as voyeur for me before, jerking as he watches me have sex.  We nod to each other.  I walk and sit on one of the chairs to the side in front of him.  I unbutton and stroke myself to hardness, in equal amounts from the sleazy scene on the screen and the anticipation of what might happen.

As my eyes become accustomed to the light, I realize we are the only men here.  We both stroke for our mutual enjoyment.  I am in great sightlines for him to see me.  I turn occasionally to see if he is enjoying the show.  He is.  And the movie—a nasty hetro anal only vid.

The door opens.  It’s a man around my age, but this guy is old school Hollywood handsome.  Tall, dark, grey hair—think Cary Grant at 55.  He sits across the aisle from me.  He is instantly aroused by the video—and perhaps the two of us stroking to it.  Where he sits, he can’t see the guy in the back row, just me and video.  His suit pants soon tent up.  He looks over at me.  I shrug—a go-ahead-and-open-them look.  He unzips.  And pulls out a beautiful seven incher with an angry red head.  I smile and turn back to the screen.

We all stroke.  My dick is leaking, just thinking about that guy’s dick.  I want him in my mouth.  When he looks at me again, I nod.  He nods back.  I take a swig from my water bottle, recap it and stand up.  I reach for him.

“Sorry.  I don’t let anyone touch me.”

Fuck, I’ve read all the signals wrong.  I quickly sit back in my chair.  But the spell has been broken.  Soon enough, I pick up my coat and my water bottle and head next door.  I sit in the back row.  The only man in the room is an average looking guy.  He wastes no time in going down on me.

The door opens.  I don’t let my sucker get up.  Mr. Hollywood comes in.  He nods to me, sits where he can watch the blow job and pulls his cock out.  My sucker, seeing the new dick, moves to service him.

“He wants to watch me get sucked,” I tell him, sounding slightly more sharp than I intended.  The sucker obediently goes back down on me.  He works harder on my cock.  Showing off.

“Get my balls.” 

He burrows in, as I stroke the wet shaft.  This gives the voyeur a great view.  He beats harder.

My cocksucker tries hard, but I am nowhere near giving him a load.  He finally gives up and takes off.  I hear him go next door—where he will just be disappointed with yet another stroke- only guy.

Silence. Then:

“That’s a beautiful cock,” says the handsome one.

“As is yours.”

“Thanks.”

We stroke—looking at each other, not really at the film.

“Sorry about before, I don’t let guys play with me here.  Married, you know.”

I nod.

We stroke.

“May I touch yours?”

This surprises me.  But I nod in agreement.  He comes over and sit on the other half of the bench I’m on.  His right hand reaches over and wraps around my hot flesh.

“Damn, you’re thick.”  He gives me a few strokes.  “It’s so…heavy.  I mean, it….” He trails off.

“I know what you mean—it’s a true ‘piece of meat.’”

He strokes me faster.  His left hand touches my balls, rubbing the wet, hairy orbs.

“Do you fuck women, too?”

“Occasionally—but only if there is a hot husband in the equation, as well.”

“Fuck, I’d love to see that…” he trails off.  And stops touching me.  He moves back to his chair and we both focus on the video and stroke to the hairy and tatted guys on the screen about to breed.

A long silence.

“I hate thinking your cum will end up on the floor,” I tell him.  “Would you consider shooting on my face?”

He stops stroking and looks at me.

“Totally safe for you and hot for me as I lick your load out of my beard.”

He says nothing.  And moments later goes next door.

I sigh.  And go piss.  I consider going home.  But I check the straight room again.

The two strokers are there.  The Black guy still seated in the back row.  Mr. Hollywood leaning against the back wall.  Both are flogging their cocks like crazy.  I take mine out and sit close to them.  Watching. 

Both men are close.  I decide what the hell. I get up and kneel in front of Mr. Hollywood.  I am nowhere near close enough to connect with his wet cock, but in good range for a blast of cum.  He actually looks at me and smiles, jerking even harder.

The guy to the side sees me and stands up.  He aims his dick in my direction and fires off.  The cum splats on the floor, nowhere near me, but it’s a nice thought.  Mr. Hollywood sees this—and it makes him shoot.  I move slightly towards him.  I am rewarded with one blast on my beard.  The rest goes on the floor.  My tongue finds his cum—rather sweet—and that is enough for me to shoot, too, mixing our semen on the floor.

The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Pushing the Stroker's Limits (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    December 11, 2022