Near Home—January, 2023

After the marathon fucking event of New Year’s Eve I was left sated.  The day after the filling of James, I was hard as a rock the next morning.  It was time to head back to the bookstore.  I waited until after dinner.  I wanted to prowl the two theatres and see what trouble I could get into on a Saturday night.  Who knew what I might find…?

I buy my ticket.  I always seem to check the straight theatre first.  Not tonight.  I have seen the back of a man going into the gay side and I want to know more.  The door closes behind me with a slight clunk.  It’s always darker over here than in the straight side.  The cocksucker’s chair is open, so I sit there.  There is one older white man close to the screen.  He looks like he may be asleep.  There is no one else sitting down.  The hot assed Black man I saw come in must be behind me, in the corner.  The moment I think that, I hear his zipper unzip.

I take out my hardening cock.  I hear the sound of a popper bottle opening in the corner.  Then he’s quiet for a long time.

I stroke.  He’s young enough I need to let him come to me if he’s interested. 

I stroke.  I hear him move.  I don’t turn.  He’s right at my shoulder.

“I want you to suck me again.”

His bigger than average cock is hard and shiny.  And inches from my face.  Now that I can see him from the front, I remember I have sucked his dick in the past.  He is tall and thin, somewhere in his middle 30’s.  His skin tone is a very dark brown—and his dick even darker.  He waves it at me.  I smile—and open my mouth.

He’s dripping.  He has smeared his precum all over his cock.  I lick it off his extremely hard dick, mixing it with my saliva.  I take him to the root several time.  He has just a slight downward curve that makes for an easy deep throat.

Now I want his balls--big and hairy and fragrant after a long day.  He sighs as I lick them.  He holds me in place with one hand and jerks his slick dick with the other.

“I’m gonna shoot.  Take it!”

I make it back to his cock head in time to take that big load that only the young really shoot.  I hold onto his balls as I lick him clean.  The moment I let go, he stuffs himself away.  He squeezes me on the shoulder and is gone. 

The old guy is still sleeping…

*

There is next to no one here for a Saturday night.  The store closes earlier now.  Before Covid it was 1:00 am on the weekend.  It changed to 11:00pm when it re-opened.  And now it’s 10:00pm.  I wait for a while after the guy leaves.  When I hear through the wall the door bang, I go investigate.

It’s an older man, who is just sitting down.  He has a walker with a seat—so he uses it instead of any of the chairs.  I sit, off to the side, halfway towards the big screen television.  Almost instantly another older man comes in.  He sits along the back wall neat the walker.

We watch.  I stroke and they knead their own crotches.  I feel more than hear someone behind me.  The guy in his walker is there.  He has rolled up in stealth mode.   He is leaning forward, straining to see my meat.  I turn slightly so he can.  He scoots a little closer, bends and takes me in his mouth.  I am not expecting this--but I go with it--for he’s really good.

The sex now happening in the room makes the guy in the back row unzip and jerk.  I stand up to give my cocksucker a better angle.  He loves this.  He takes me to the root over and over, his excess spittle drooling all over my balls.

“Lick that up,” I tell him.  He does.  Happily.  And goes back down on me.

The door bangs open.  It’s the Latin guy who fucks only with a condom.  But tonight, he is in semi-drag—something I have never seen on him.  He has a bad wig on his head.  His shirt is open and tied at the midriff.  A lacy bra is on his hairy chest.  Jeans and running shoes complete the outfit.

“I bring a Magnum just for you!” he trills as he comes even with me and my sucker.  He takes off his shoes and the jeans.  He lubes his ass, bent over a chair for support.  He is just assuming his ass is irresistible…

“Go on,” says the guy in the walker, “let me see you fuck him.”

I suit up.  I slide into his ass easily.  I wonder if he’s taken some cock in the arcade for there is no one else in the theatres.  He moans and begins jerking his dick.  The guy in the walker is watching us, groping his cock through his pants.  I grab the hips of the Latin.  I pull him up, off the chair.  I turn him and push him.  He grabs the knees of the guy in the walker and buries his head in the guy’s lap.  The walker guy strokes his back and coos to him to “take the dick.” 

This makes the Latin beat his cock that much faster.  I plow his ass.  Not feeling much through the latex.

“You are a naughty boy, getting fucked in public like this,” Walker tells him, his wrinkled hands kneading the shoulders of the Latin.  “That big dick is going to make you cum, isn’t it?”

“Yes…” he mumbles.

And he shoots.  A massive load on the floor.

I pull out.  And thank him.  His wig is eschew now, and it makes the whole scene look like it was shot by Fellini…

*

I go next door.  The only man there is a regular who would rather talk than suck cock.  He licks his lips at me, but would rather talk.  He does just that, until the guy at the front desk hammers on the door and announces it’s closing time…

You know I tell the truth here.  I couldn't make this night up...

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Night of Wigs and Walkers (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    February 20, 2023