Near Home—November, 2022

Keshawn’s motel party was supposed to be the first part of a sex weekend away from home.  I had visions of spending all Saturday at the best bookstore in northern Indiana before heading back to Michigan.  The weather stopped me.  As I woke up Saturday morning after the party, the weather report was for a large amount of snow, coming in from Lake Michigan by the afternoon.  Northern Indiana and southwest Michigan were to be a mess.  The last thing I wanted to do was play all day, and then inch my way home in a storm.

So, I went home.  I beat the snow, which was, indeed, fairly heavy.  But Sunday dawned clear and bright.  I looked out the window of the living room as I heard the sound of a snow shovel.  The young man my landlord employs to dig us out was just finishing up. 

By the afternoon, I had decided to go out.  The party had been great—but instead of satiating me, it had left me hungry for more.  I didn’t want to go too far, so I went to my usual bookstore to see if anyone else was out and about…

There are a few cars in the lot.  I go into the gay cinema first.  I discover a blow job in progress.  I recognize the sucker as a regular.  I don’t know the burly guy who is being serviced.  I excuse myself, as the sucker pauses (though he doesn’t get up.)  I go next door.  Thankfully, the video looks hot over here, for no one is in the room.  I sit in the back row, unbutton and jerk. 

Through the grate in the wall that separates the two screens, I can hear the man moving around on the chair as he gets sucked.  In a break from the moans on my screen I can hear the very wet sound of the sucking next door—but I lose that live sound quickly, as a big guy on screen goes deep into the ass of a blonde in the video, who wails her bliss.

I jerk.

Next door, I hear the door open and swing shut with a bang.  I assume he’s blown his load.  I’m wrong—the door here opens and the burly guy comes in.  He nods to me and stands against the back wall.  He looks at my cock—and then at the screen.

I stroke.  Slowly.  And wait.

In moments he unzips.  His cock is pulled out.  I glance over.  He is hung—a good 7+ inches.  He doesn’t stroke.  He shakes it at me.  I hunker down in the chair, so I am at a better angle to suck.  I turn slightly—and his hardness slaps me in the face.  I open and swallow him down.

“Jeez…” he breathes, as if he hadn’t just been getting sucked.  “Your mouth is hot.”

I grunt something affirmative around his cock.  His dick head drools on my tongue.

“You have me so close,” he whispers.

I pull up and work on just the head.  In moments, he grabs my shoulders and pumps a massive load into my mouth.  When he pulls out, he tucks himself away not needing to do any mop up at all. 

I have never seen him again.

*

I have moved over to the gay side.  The porn is better here.  The guy who was sucking the burly guy lingers for a time.  He makes no effort to suck me—or vice versa.  Finally, he leaves.

I consider going home. 

The door opens.  The older man with a long beard walks in.  He is the man who never gets hard but he always shoots a load.  He’s delighted I am there.  He unzips instantly and feeds me his regulation cock.

True to form, I do all my oral tricks.  He never hardens, but in five minutes time he pours a load of cum down my throat.  He pats me on the head, zips up and goes home.

Through the grate in the wall, I hear the door open and shut next door.  I wait a moment, letting the scene on the screen finish in all its creamy glory.  I bundle my winter coat over my open crotch and go next door.  There are two men in the room.  One guy is way down front and I can’t really see him.  I sit in the back row, right behind a 50-ish guy with a shaved head.  Though he hides his cock on my entrance, it’s obvious he has been stroking. 

With me behind him, he begins stroking again.  My dick is wet enough that it makes a sound as I so the same.  He does a half turn to see if he can get a look.  The angle is bad.  He turns back to the screen.

We stroke.

Suddenly he stands, he comes around and leans against the wall.  It’s an average dick, with a very red and angry head.

“You suck?”

I nod and take him into my mouth.  I suck the head.  I deep throat the shaft.  He fucks my face.  He pulls out.  “I don’t know if I can cum with a guy doing that,” he sighs.

He sits back down and jerks some more.

Soon enough, he is back.  We try again.  His cock is now like a faucet with a constant drip.  I decide to go for his balls with my tongue and work his shaft with my hand.  This seems to get him close.  He fucks my face again.  He stops, angry at himself. 

He sits and jerks.  The scene on the screen becomes two guys and a girl doing DP.  He jerks harder.  Actually, I do, too.  As the scene accelerates, he stands, bringing his cock to my mouth once again.  I turn to him.  He thrusts into my opening mouth.

“I really want to blow in you,” he mumbles.

I work diligently. 

Suddenly, my hand is knocked away from my cock.  The man from way down front is kneeling in front of me and giving me excellent head.  This excites the man in my mouth.  I can feel the head of his cock expanding.  

“Suck that big dick,” the guy against the wall groans out.

This makes us both pick up speed.  With the added stimulation of a cock in my mouth, I think I might get off myself.  And I don’t want to be the first to spew my seed.

I get my wish.  The guy grabs my head and bucks into my mouth, filling me with all the juice from his balls—a thick and creamy load.  In just moments, while I am still swallowing it all, I give my load to the cock sucker between my legs.

Only later do I realize I never really saw who it was…

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Tale of Three Men (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       December 22, 2022