Near Home—February, 2023

My ‘perfect scene’ of filth kept me sated for a bit.  I was back at it on the next Tuesday afternoon, late in the month…

I am standing behind a very cute young man.  He is college age, white, and wearing expensive looking clothes—not dressed for this place at all.  He is buying a ticket for both the theatres and the arcade here at the bookstore closest to my home.  He pockets his debit card and turns to look at me.  He looks me in the face.  No reaction.  His eyes travel to my crotch.  And now, he smiles and goes into the gay theatre.

I buy my ticket and, through force of habit, go into the straight one first.  No one is there.  At all.  Why didn’t I just follow the college kid?  I go into the gay cinema.  I can barely open the door as three young men are crowded in the back corner, all with their cocks out.  There is the young man I’d just seen and two young Black men.  One of the Black guys I recognize from here.  He always looks like he’s come here from the law office.  He has a cock my size and the white kid is currently fondling it.  The other young man is slightly scruffier looking with a scraggly beard.  His cock is smaller, but still impressive.  As I sit down, in full view of them, the white college kid reaches for the other cock—he now has one in each hand.

I open my pants and pull out my dick.  The guys in the corner nod at me and let the cute guy feel them up.  Only then do I look around the rest of the room.  The young man, now with long hair, who used to take me to a booth to play, is here, too.  I have pushed his limits enough now that he has no issues with sucking dick in public.  He is seated where he can see the three in the back corner, too.  I get up, my cock swinging, and bring it to Limit’s hot mouth.  He begins to suck me.  The three guys behind the door pause to watch.  The guy with the biggest dick, touches the youngest on the shoulder, clearing suggesting he should be on his knees to service the two dicks, but the kid stays on his feet.

Limits shows off his skills.  He licks my shaft.  He deep throats me.  He goes for my balls.  Occasionally he makes a guttural sound of pleasure.  Once, I pull out and slap my cock on his cheek—and then on his outstretched tongue.  He groans and takes me down again.

The guy with the scraggly beard steps away from the other two and comes to us.  He wants more than a hand.  I watch the bigger dicked guy whisper in the college boy’s ear and they disappear out the door.  I idly wonder which hole of the younger man will get the load.  Scraggly Beard is jerking, watching us.  I gesture for him to come join us.  He moves in and I push Limits’ head over to the new cock.  He takes the slightly small cock deep into his throat.  I grin at Scraggly Beard, who responds by grabbing Limits by the ears and fucking his throat.

Limits finally has to pull off him to get some air.  His hands come up and he guides both dicks into his mouth at the same time.  We are oozing, head-to-head, onto his tongue.  That tongue becomes incredibly busy, mopping up our pre-cum.   The two of us in his mouth can’t stop smirking at each other as we let him pleasure us.

And suddenly he stops.  Limits get up and leaves the room.  Scraggly Beard goes after him.  I am left alone with the movie.  I sit down again and watch.  In moments, Scraggly Beard comes back in.  He walks right up to me.

“He says you fuck.  Will you fuck me?”

“With pleasure…”

Scraggly Beard moves away, kicks off his running shoes and steps out of his track pants, tossing them on the nearest seat.  He has a beautiful butt—two incredibly full cheeks of ass flesh.  He comes back to me.

“You’re big—so let me sit on you.”

He turns, his ass right in front of me.  I look at the hair in his ass crack, jet black against his dark skin.  I hear him uncap his lube bottle.  I lean in and begin to lick his ass.  He gasps.

“Fuck, you rim, too…?” he groans.  “Eat my ass out, man.”

I do.  I can’t get enough of him.  I can’t believe I have this guy’s ass in my face.  I never thought he’d want to get fucked.  His hole is flowering open with the work of my tongue.  He grinds back into me.  I begin to tongue fuck him.  He groans again.

Finally, he stands up straight.  He fingers his very wet hole with his lube.  He moves back to sit on me.  I know I will enter him much more easily if he is bent over.  I stand up and suggest he bend, holding onto the chair where his pants are.

He does.  I kneel and give his hole one more lick—but the lube is pretty foul tasting, so I stand up—and line up.

“Go easy,” he mumbles.

I push slightly.  His ass eats me up.  I just glide in.  SB grunts at the fullness he’s feeling. 

Then: “Fuck me, stud!”

I begin to pump into him.  His hand wraps around his cock.  He jerks in time to the fucking.

“Like that?”

“Love it, man.   You can fuck me anytime…”

I answer by giving his full butt cheek a resounding slap.  His hole spasms around my cock.  He grunts and strokes himself faster.

“Can you load me?”

“Maybe.”  I am so fucking turned on.

“I want to feel you shoot…”

He doesn’t finish the thought, for he is shooting all over the floor.  His ass spasms with each ejaculation.  I give him two more strokes and, surprisingly, give him just what he wants…

The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Can You Load Me?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    March 24, 2023