Near Home—April, 2023

 

It’s the first Saturday in April.  And I’m horned.

I spent the day making a list of what I needed to pack for CLAW, the leather weekend in Cleveland.  It is the next weekend—and is taking place much earlier in the month than ever before.   I even dismantled the sling and got it into the duffle bag.

And it left me with the slight ache in my balls.  I needed sex.  Now.  I ate a quick lunch and spent the afternoon at the nearest bookstore…

 

I park in the deserted lot.  This is, historically, an active time at this store, but not today, it seems.   Is this going to me an April Fool on myself? 

I go in and sit in the back row of the straight theatre.  No one is here, but the porn is good and raunchy.  I stroke.  I hear movement in the gay theatre through the grate in wall that separates the two.  I think about going over there—but just as I’m about to re-button my fly, I hear the door bang as someone leaves.

In moments, the person is coming in this door.  He is a tall Black man, in his late 30’s.  I recognize from here.  He loves to watch me play—but never touches anyone or vice versa.  We nod to each other.  He sits against the far wall—where he has a good view of me.  He takes out his bigger than average dick.  He seems to like the porn on the screen, too.  He jerks rapidly.

We are alone for quite some time.  Finally, the door opens again.  A tall white man, around my age, enters.  He looks totally out of place here on a Saturday afternoon.  He is dressed like he just stepped out of his law office—a suit and tie, with extremely well-polished shoes.

He looks at me.  He looks at the man in the chair.  He decides to lean against the back wall, three feet away from me. 

We all watch the movie.  I glance over—his suit pants are tented, without him touching himself.  Two minutes later, he unzips.  It is a gorgeous curved cock, girthy and veiny, pointing up to the ceiling.  It is extremely hard.

The man, his eyes on the screen, begins to stroke it.

The girl on the screen takes two loads on her face.  The stroker in the chair, grunts and strokes himself even faster.  The guy next to me, stops his jerking.  Is he that close, I wonder? 

The woman on the screen mops up her face and licks her fingers clean.  The camera pans away, and the screen dissolves to black, making the theatre totally black as well.

“Do you suck?”

He sounds closer to me.  And he is.  The drooling head of his cock rubs my check. 

Well, fuck!  I turn slighty, open my mouth and swallow him down.  Damn, his cock is thick.  Not long, but I really have to work at keeping my teeth off the flared head.  The upward curve doesn’t help either, but he seems to love what I’m doing.

Suddenly, we are in light again as the movie starts to replay from the top.  I worry he’ll pull out of me, but he doesn’t.  I hear the voyeur grunt his approval to the live porn happening in his view.  I think the man in my mouth is going to shoot quite fast, but he doesn’t.  He sighs, and lets me work on his dick at my own speed.

Finally, he pulls out of my mouth and leans over.  “You have a beauty.  Can I do you?”

This surprises me a little.  I had him pegged as hetro-flexible, just needing somewhere warm and wet to get off.

“Be my guest.”  I spread my legs wider.

“Maybe let me sit, so I don’t have to kneel.”

Of course—his suit on this floor!  I stand up and let him sit down.  He opens wide and takes me to the root on the first go.  Fuck!—and he’s good.  He is making my cock drip like crazy.  He pulls off me and deliberately licks up the juices from my piss slit.  He moans and pulls my cock up so he can get to my balls.  I groan.  I love my balls licked—and here he was doing it without my prompting him.  He makes sounds in the back of his throat, obviously enjoying their taste.

Finally, he pulls off me and leans back against the wall, panting.

I go to my knees and suck him again.  I find it slightly easier to manage his curve this way.  Again, I get him to what feels like imminent orgasm.  His thick cock head, flaring even more.

He stops me with a hand on my shoulder.  “Give me a minute.”

He stands up, zips up and is gone before I can stand.

I sit back down and stroke a little.  Not very happy at the turn of events.

The voyeur gets up and comes over.  “What happened?  I wanted to see him come in your mouth.”

I shrug.  The voyeur goes back to his chair.

I stroke.

Suit & Tie comes back in.  He sits next to me on the two--seater bench.  “I needed a minute.”

I nod.

“I really want you to fuck me.”

“Really?”

He nods.

“Are you prepped for that?”

“Always.  And I want you raw.”

“Then let’s fuck…”

He stands up and begins to strip, folding his clothes and placing them where he had just sat down.  Pants, shirt, silky boxers.  He slips back into his loafers, and leans against the back of the bench in front of us, presenting a smooth ass to me.  I slip to my knees and spread his butt cheeks apart.  Here, he is delightfully hairy.  My tongue finds his pucker.  He groans—surprised, I think, it’s not a finger.  He groans again, louder now, as I burrow into him.

The voyeur stands up for a better view.

I eat the man out—happily making his curved cock drip.  I catch some of his precum on my fingers and smear it on his hole.  This makes him pant.

“That feels so good,” he croons.

I grunt, though it’s muffled by his butt cheeks.  My cock is throbbing, I am ready to fuck.  I stand up and work the head in.  He takes me with little resistance.  I inch into him.  When I am halfway in, Suit & Tie pushes back on me.  To the hilt.

He pants.  “You are biggest I’ve ever had.”

I hold a long moment and then begin the fuck.  He reaches back for his own cock.  I let him stroke himself a little, then I knock his hand away—I’m not going to let him get off before I’m done.

“Fuck me harder,” he groans.  “Turn me inside out.”

That’s all the encouragement I need.  I begin a really hard driving fuck.  My open palm slaps his ass—making it tighten ever more around my cock.

He reaches back again.  I let him jack.

“Cum in me,” he begs.  “I want your cum in me.”

I am actually ready to breed this once well-dressed guy—the last man I would ever have taken for a bareback bottom.

“Are you close?” he asks, breathing hard.

“Yeah…”

And I’m there.  I howl out my orgasm.  Suit & Tie grabs his dick and shoots right along with me, covering the floor and my boots.  I stay in him a long minute afterwards.  When I pull out, I kneel and felch a little of my cum, which is running out of him.  I also clean his wilting cock.

Finally, I let him stand and clean up before he gets dressed.  I tell him about my playroom, hoping he might want a re-match.  But he does not offer a number.

With his tie back in place, he thanks me, then leans close and whispers.  “I’m taking your load home to the Boyfriend.  He loves fucking me full like this.  Not knowing the who’s cum is in me…”

I smile.  Our lips brush and he’s gone…

The voyeur steps closer and with a groan, shoots all over the floor.

 

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Under the Suit & Tie (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    May 5, 2023