Near Home—April, 2023

 

If there was a silver lining to being off the sex market for a time, it was that it coincided with a heavy work load for a contract I had accepted.  I wouldn’t have had the time or energy to play much anyway during the time the meds were taking care of things.  Once they were done (and a week to let them fully work) I finally went in search of some fun…

 

The parking lot of the bookstore closest to me is fairly full for a Saturday afternoon.  I buy my ticket and enter the straight theatre.  The only seat is off to the side and a little too close to the screen.  I pull out my cock and look around.  There seem to be a lot of men.  But no action.  Not even stroking.  My cock is the only one out.  I watch the movie.  It feels good to have my dick hard again.

I feel someone at my shoulder and look up.  It is half of the always masked couple who come to the bookstore to watch each other suck on other men’s cocks.  I nod and he goes to the floor, adjusts his mask and goes down on me.  Fuck, maybe I should try celibacy more often—the least little thing he does feels electric.  He sinks down on me, which for him is about three quarters of my shaft.  He gags, squeezing my dick delightfully with his throat muscles. 

He pulls up and begins just licking the head.  I sigh contentedly.  But his knees are going fast.  He gets up, with an assist from me.  He rejoins his partner standing against the back wall.  No one else makes a move to me—and no one else looks interested in me doing anything to them.  I button up and head over to the gay cinema.

There are three men in the room—two I recognize from here, but one is new to me.  He is very tall, around my age with a very weathered face.  He has a denim jacket over a white tee and wears a leather cap on his head.  The moment I take out my dick he is intrigued.  He is standing against the side wall, kneading his bulging denims.  I soon get the nod.  I nod back and he kneels before me.  He is, honestly, not as good as my first man.  But my cock doesn’t care.  He is loving the attention.

He pulls off my dick, with a sigh.  “I want you to fuck me.”

“I just got here; I’d like to wait a little.”

He nods and goes back to work.  His knees soon grow tired, too.  I help him up and he disappears out the door.  The other two men in the room look at me.  The larger man, is a regular who loves sucking me.  He comes over and kneels.  I recognize the other man, but have never played with him (I think.)

My cock is treated to another mouth.  The third guy stands near me, takes out his dick and strokes as he watches me getting sucked yet again.  He is really into it.  I watch him as I feel the man on my dick.  I can tell the guy stroking is going to blow.

“Don’t waste it.”

Remarkably, he steps up and feeds me his load, the moment his cock goes off.   I hold his balls, so he can’t pull away until I clean his cock up.  The man on my dick has stopped to watch this.  The stroker zips up, turns and collides with Leather Cap coming back in the door.

“I got you something,” he tells me, showing me a Magnum.  I inwardly sigh, but go ahead and put it on my wet cock.  Leather Cap drops his jeans to his knees and bends over, pointing his ass to me.  I lube up quickly.  His hole feels prelubed with something silicone based, so I am not going to rim.  I slip into him easily and begin to fuck.

The door opens.  The Mexican who always wants to get fucked, (but I rarely do as he doesn’t clean out) come in.  He gets hard watching us and sticks his short, fat dick in Leather Cap’s mouth.  LC is in heaven.  He squirms and moans, being impaled at both ends.  The Mexican pants.  I increase my fuck speed, hoping to feel something through the latex.

And then it’s all over.  LC shoots cum on the dirty linoleum.  We all clean up, one way or another.  LC goes out.  The Mexican offers me his ass—and I go back to the straight side.

The crowd has thinned.  A lot.  Down to one man.  He is white, somewhere in his 30’s and carrying a lot of extra pounds around his middle.  His face is incredibly handsome.  He stands against the back wall.  We nod to each other as I sit in the cock sucker’s seat. 

I stroke.

He gets the courage to unzip.

The porn is good—and we both stroke.

“That’s a great cock,” he falters.

I look over at him.  He has a good seven incher himself.  I tell him so.

We stroke in silence for a bit.

Then: “Do guys suck you here?”

I tell him they do.  And vice versa.

“Nobody has ever offered to do me.”

“Really?  You are bigger than many…”

“But not like yours.”

I shrug.

We stroke.

I turn to him.  “You want me to?”

He can’t speak.  He can only nod.

I go to my knees.  It’s all over the moment I take him in my mouth.  He gasps and moans as his balls spew a huge load into my mouth.  I try to clean him up—but he is far too sensitive.  He nods at me as he pulls away and struggles with his zipper.  He is out the door before he has pulled it all the way up…

*

I am alone for a bit.

I stroke.  Still slightly surprised at the volume of the load I just took.

A young guy comes in, still in college, I would guess.  He is white with his dark hair in a slightly asymmetrical cut.  He stands where the last man did.  We nod to each other.  He takes out a regulation sized dick and strokes to the movie.

I look at him again.  I can’t read the vibe yet.  I don’t say anything.  I just wait.

Finally:  “You need any help with that monster?”

“Sure.”

He moves around, still stroking and gives me very good head.  He must be a natural—or he started very young.  He has great skills.  And my cock is responding.  He licks and sucks and deep throats.  He knows to include my balls.  I work his nipples through his tee.  He groans around my cock as I tweak them.

He pulls off me.  “I need to get off this floor.”  He apologetically stands up.  I take his dick into my mouth.  He sighs—surprised.  His juices are flowing and his precum is very sweet.  “Damn, Daddy.  Suck me…”  I do.

“I want your load,” he tells me after a bit, pulling out of my mouth.

He is good enough—he might get it.  I spread my knees and let him sink back down to my cock.  He works diligently for about 5 minutes—and damn, I’m close.  I shut my eyes—and I’m there.  I blast a volley of jizz into his mouth and throat.  He swallows it all groaning and beating his cock faster. 

Suddenly he stands up.  “Take it,” he grunts.  He makes it into my mouth.  Just.  Before he explodes, every bit as hard…

**

There is an odd epilogue.  Leather Cap found me on a hook up site.  Thanked me and described our scene so I knew for sure it was him.  (as he only had an ass shot picture in his profile.)  He was from out of town and wanted to know if it was alright if he contacted me again the next time he was in the area.

I said sure.

Two days later with no other messages, he blocked me.

 

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Bookstore Welcomes Me Back (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   May 16, 2024