Northern Indiana—March, 2023

My fuck bud Keshawn had invited me down to his place.  It’s a long drive, so I decided if I was seeing him on Sunday, I would just turn it into a sex weekend.  I decided I would look for some cock sucking the day before, stay the night closer to Indy and see him for our Sunday afternoon fuck.  It had been a long time since I’d cruised my favorite bookstore in northern Indiana, so it became my Saturday afternoon playground…

The parking lot is packed.  I go in.  I ask for the ticket that gets me into both the booths and the cinema on the opposite side of the retail store.  I prefer to play in public than in booths, so I start there.  It’s dark.  It takes me a moment to see I am all alone.  A cuckold video is playing that is moderately hot.  I sit on the built in bench and haul out my cock.

The curtain parts and a man comes in. He stands against the back wall.  My eyes have adjusted to the gloom.  He is my age, a little chunky, with thinning hair.  He pulls out his dick and strokes.  He walks forward, both hands covering his crotch and sits in a chair near my bench.

I go to the floor in front of him.  He removes his hands.  It’s a very small cock—but it’s hard.  I suck him.

“Careful of your teeth.”

Now I am a good cocksucker.  I worry about my teeth when I try to suck Keshawn’s massive cock.  There is no way I have scraped this tiny little dick in my mouth.  I just continue on.  A guy comes in.  I keep working on the dick in front of me.  I hear him unzip and hear the guy I’m sucking begin to suck the newcomer.  There is nothing but the sound of slurping dick and an occasional moan as we suck.

“Suck my sucker.”

I stand up.  The new guy is also around my age and much better looking, with that chiseled, old Hollywood look.  I sit back on my bench and let him go to his knees.  Tiny dick sees my length for the first time as he stands up and feeds me again. 

“Watch your teeth,” he murmurs, even though my lips are wrapped over them.  “You should fuck me.”

I say nothing and just enjoy the man sucking my cock.

“I really need to be fucked.”

I pull off him.  “Are you prepped?”

“You mean that pill?  No.”

“I mean cleaned out.”

He won’t answer that.  And sits back in his chair.  A young daddy type joins us.  He unzips and sticks a sizeable cock in Tiny Dick’s mouth.  TD sucks him, pulls off him, repeats his desire to be fucked—and the two go off to the booth area, across the store.

My man pulls off me, his knees tired.  I reach for his dick.  “I should take a break” he says, “I don’t want to get off yet.” 

He leaves and I stroke a bit before going over to the booths myself.  I see the young daddy headed to the bathroom to wash, scowling, his dick wrapped in paper towel.  I smile to myself, glad I dodged that bullet.

I cruise the booths.  I pick the back one that has a glory hole in it.  I leave the door unlocked and stroke to better porn, but the other men seem to be busy.  When the five tokens I’ve used run out I head back to the theatre.  In the smallest booth possible, I pass a hot looking guy in his late 40’s, wearing a ball cap.  He has a wonderfully dark and full beard.  He strokes to straight porn with the door standing wide open.  But the booth is so small, no one can join him.  I nod to him and continue on the theatre.  I sit—and moments later, Ballcap shows up.  He has come direct from the service station where he must work.  He smells of oil and a good morning’s work. 

He stands in front of me, blocking the screen.  “You suck?”

I nod and go to my knees.  The smell of his workday is a total aphrodisiac to me.  He unzips and give me a girthy, cut dick.  My mouth envelops him.  He groans at the wet contact.  Every movement of my lips and tongue send either a shiver through him or elicit a moan.  He stands stock still and gives himself over to the pleasure.

He is going to be a fast cum.  I can feel it.  His hairy balls are pulling up.  Only now does he touch my shoulders to keep me in place for the cumshot.  He fires into me a massive load of jizz.  I swallow.  And he seems really pleased at that.  I lick him clean, my hand around the base of his cock so he can’t pull away.  He is still panting, coming back to normal.

“You guys know how to do it,” he murmurs as he shoves his deflated cock back into his work clothes…

*

The good-looking older man finds me in a booth.  He kneels and gives me some great head.  When his knees get tired, he stands and lets me do the same for him.  I work hard for his load, but he is obviously not as close as he was before.  He hears new men arrive and excuses himself.

I am curious, too, so I button up and walk around.  Every connected glory hole booth is now filled and you can hear guys sucking.  I can’t see the man who just left me, so he must be in one of the three pairs of booths.  I meander back to the cinema.

A truck driver type is standing behind the low wall, jerking to the shot of a woman getting a cum facial on the screen.  He sees me.  He steps out.  His dick is thick.  And uncut.  He walks right to me and touches my shoulder with just enough pressure that you know he expects me to go to my knees.  I don’t disappoint.

“Suck my dick, man.   Take my load so I can get out of here.”

Now I have to watch my teeth; he is so girthy, I can’t cover them well.  And he doesn’t care.  He is intent on fucking my face.  He moves my head just slightly to a the left.  This pleases him—he seems to go deeper into my throat.  His thick hands cover my ears, holding me in place as he fucks.  I worry that I can’t get enough air.  I try to move away to gasp in a breath, but he won’t have it.  He is close.  My tongue continues to work the underside of his cock.  It’s all I can manage—he won’t let me show off any of my skills.  I am just a mouth to plow.

“Here, sucker.  Take it.”

He begins to spew.  It’s not as large a load as the mechanics, but it is discharged with more force.  It bypasses my mouth.  He shoots down my throat, until the last spurt that lands on my tongue.

“Swallow it,” he hisses.

I do.  I begin to clean under his foreskin and for the first time he gives a moan of pleasure.

Then he’s all business again, stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping up.

He turns to go, but not before patting me on the shoulder.  “Nice…” he mumbles and is gone…

*

I decided to go too.  I didn’t really want to get off.  I wanted to save that for Keshawn’s hot ass tomorrow.
 

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Sex Weekend: Cruising towards Indy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   April 15, 2023