Near Home—February, 2023

Here is another combined bookstore post, both taking place at the one nearest home. 

The first was on a Sunday afternoon, a traditionally good time at this place.  But I, somehow missing it was Super Bowl Sunday, was pretty much alone in the place.  At least there was an entertaining wife swapping video for me to watch.  A good looking guy in his 40’s came in soon after it started.  I was seated in the back row.  He stood next to me, leaning against the wall.  But he didn’t want his cock sucked.  He didn’t grope himself.   He just split his time between watching me stroke and watching the foursome on the big screen television.

Two scenes into the video, he asked politely if he could sit next to me.  He now watched me from a different angle. Forty-five minutes after he arrived, he finally reached out a tentative hand to touch my dick.  Before he made contact, he pulled back.  “May I touch you?”

I nodded.

He wrapped his fist around me, muttering something about how thick I felt.  He jerked me for the entire next scene of the video.  As the last scene started, he leaned over from where he was sitting and went down on me.  I dreaded it—thinking he’d be awful.  I was pleased he was not all teeth.  Nary a nick.   He didn’t stand a chance, with his limited technique, in getting me off, but it was pleasant.

He stopped as the final orgasms happened in the movie.  I don’t know, but it’s possible, from the way he left, he had just shot in his underwear…

The second time I went was on the following Wednesday afternoon.  I had yet another no-show for a session in the playroom.  I had been totally ghosted this time—down to the man blocking me on Recon.  I was horny, so I went, not thinking I’d find much to do…

I am sitting on the straight side.  A handful of men are sprinkled around the room watching.  No action.  The movie is average at best.  The room feels darker than usual.  Maybe it’s because the video is fairly dark (well, for porn.)  I feel movement behind me—right at my shoulder.  It’s half of the gay couple who come here to watch each other suck guys off.  He moves around, kneels between my spread legs, lift his cloth mask and sucks me.  He’s good.  And it’s a great warm up.  He only stops when his knees wear out.

As he stands up, I feel a man at my shoulder again.  I turn.  It’s a thin Black man I have never seen before.  His thin, rather stubby, cock is out and dripping in his fist.  He pushes it into my mouth.  Within ten seconds of his thrusting into me, I get his nut.  He acts like I just gave him the best blowjob ever.  He thanks me by squeezing my shoulder and takes off.

There is not a murmur from anyone else in the room.  In fact, the four men left in here are trying hard not to look in my direction.  I push my hard-on into my pants and head for the gay side.  There are four men in here, too.  The moment I sit, a larger white guy, who often does me, surprises me and asks if I want his load.  I take it, in as short a time as I had the last guy.  This opens the flood gates for a mini-orgy.  A tall Black guy unzips, and before I can even uncap my water bottle, is offering me his bigger than average cock.  I take him.

As he sighs out his pleasure, my hand is knock away from my own cock and someone swallows me down.  I have to really concentrate on the cock in my mouth; he’s thick enough I have to be careful of my teeth.  I must be doing something right, though, for the guy is pre-cumming like the proverbial faucet. 

I glance down to see who is sucking me—a white bear has my dick in his mouth, but my balls are now being licked by mask guy. who sucked me earlier.  As this registers, the two suckers shift, so mask guy is deep throating me and the bear is lapping on my hairy balls.

“You swallow, right?”

As if he didn’t know—he just watched me do it—but I grunt something affirmative sounding. 

He begins fucking my mouth.  “Take it,” he grunts.  

It’s a big load.  I swallow and clean his cock.  He stands stock still and let’s me lick off every drop on his wilting dick.

He leaves. 

The bear who’s been on my balls stands up and gives me his dick.  I suck him, but he goes semi soft fairly fast.  He goes back to what he actually prefers—sucking me.  Mask guy welcomes him back down there. 

The door opens.  It’s Flared Head, from my last bookstore write up.  He grins, seeing me being serviced by two men.  He unzips and sticks that thick black cock, with the huge flared head, into my mouth.

“Suck me like you did before,” he moans.

I do my best.  Suddenly Flared Head pulls out of my mouth.  He unbuckles his belt and drops his pants to his ankles.  “Lick my balls,” he commands.  They are wonderfully fragrant as I take them into my mouth.

The door opens.  A white man I recognize as a jerker walks in.  We are everything he hopes to find here.  Two white men on my cock and balls and a big Black cock in my mouth.  He unzips and jerks his regulation cock to all our action.

Flared Head pulls out of my mouth again and leans down to whisper in my ear.  “Come to the booth, I want to fuck you.”

I shake my head.  He sighs—and sticks his cock back in my mouth.

The jerker groans and shoots all over the floor.  Flared Head fucks my mouth.  Suddenly, I can’t control my own orgasm anymore.  I give the bear on the floor my load.  Blast after blast.  Flared Head pulls out of my mouth, pulls up his pants and goes out to look for an actual bottom.  I look down at the Bear and Masked Guy.  The Bear, who got the load shot in his mouth, is letting Masked Guy clean my dick so he can get some jizz, too…

The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: You Never Know: Two Trips to the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    March 20, 2023