Near Home—May, 2023

(You may want to read the previous post if you haven't.)

Rock was due in the playroom on Sunday.  I had cum collected for him on Thursday afternoon.  I spent Friday in a state of feeling that I could erect with the least possible hint of something sexual—or maybe even with a stiff breeze.  Saturday dawned and I awoke with a massive erection.  I thought about wanking (and saving the load for Rock) but by lunch time, I knew I needed to go back to the bookstore.  I wanted that hot, young ass of his overflowing…

I am in the same chair along the side wall of the straight theatre—and the same scene, with different men starts me off.  A young white daddy is jerking to the left of me.  He has brought a massive bottle of lube with him.  He sees my dick and instantly comes over to suck me.  A young man from India, who I had noticed along the back wall as I came in, is suddenly in front of me.  He is on his early thirties, with very black hair—everywhere. He stands in to the side of the man on his knees and offers me his dick to suck.  It is a runner up for the smallest dick I have ever had in my mouth—but his balls are huge.  And he gives me a big, sweet load in no time at all.  I have a new condom with me and spit load into it. This makes the Dad on my dick uncomfortable enough that he stops sucking me.

But there is another white guy, at the back who, as I stand to leave, deliberately stands up and unzips—his eyes locked on me.  He is tall and thin, and he pulls a cock out which is almost as big as mine.  His stance is wide—all but daring me to cum suck him.  I go to the back.  I kneel and instantly he begins to fuck my face.

“Take it, cocksucker,” he grunts softly.

It doesn’t take much more for a second big load to be shot in my mouth.  I have to fight to pull back enough to keep the load from not going straight down my throat.  He finally registers that I want to taste it—and stops thrusting as he spurts.  He isn’t as sweet, but there is even more cum.  I clean him up and wait for him to leave before I add his load to the condom.

“You like dick?”

I turn, still on my knees.  A younger, late 30-ish, Mexican is standing near me.  He is nicely built and his crotch is tented.  He unzips and I quickly get the condom into my shirt pocket.  I suck him for a long time.  He fucks my face a little, too.  He is a copious pre-cummer but he can never quite get over the edge.  When he moves on, I add his juices to the condom.

I am now alone in the straight theatre.  I jerk.  I go over to the gay side.  No one is there.  Everyone seems to be in the arcade—a place I never go, as I hate the cramped booths.  I walk back and watch the straight film—as it is a squirt video and I can still taste Kyle’s, if I think hard enough…

*

Maybe ten minutes have passed.  Two men have come in.  They sit away from me and from each other.  They are gropers, not strokers.  A young man in a mask now enters.  I think I know him, but it’s hard to tell.  He is mixed race and looks to be just reaching his 30’s.  He is tall and willowy, and if it is the guy who I think it is, has a long, slender dick.  He hangs out by the door; looking at the screen, looking at the other guys, looking at me.  In rotation.

Soon he unzips and pulls out his snake of a dick.  It’s him.  He strokes now—to the screen, to the other guys, to me.  A lot to me.  I wave him over, but he shakes his head before looking pointedly at the two men in the other seats.

I stroke, turned more in his direction. 

One of the guys down front leaves.  The young guy moves to the back wall, closer to me.  I, wordlessly offer to suck him.  He shakes his head.

We stroke.

The other man leaves.  The moment the door is closed, his mask is tucked under his chin and he is on my cock.  He is sucking me like he hasn’t had a dick for months.  And, not really knowing him, maybe that’s true.  He pulls off me, sighs and buries his face in my ball sack.  He inhales, sighs again and begins to lick.

The door groans open.  I am prepared for my man to stop and try to look innocent.  I am pleased he’s beyond that now.   The middle-aged white guy comes in and parks himself next to us, leaning against the wall.  He opens his fly and strokes standard sized prick as he watches us.  My sucker goes back to my cock.  He spends a long time on it.  He even shows off for the onlooker.  I volunteer to suck the guy watching, but he thanks me and says he just jerks.

The young guy pulls up and off my dripping dick.  Even his young knees find the floor hard.  He sits next to me.  We reverse.  I go to the floor and suck him.  His fingers play idly with my ears and make patterns in my closely cropped hair. 

The man on the wall is jerking faster now.

I take a break and sit down on the bench, back where I started and next to my playmate.

“I’m gonna shoot.”  The guy on the wall is jerking like mad.

I put out my hand to catch his sperm, deliberately far enough away so it doesn’t look like I am trying to touch him.  He gives me four or five nice spurts into my cupped palm.  Once he’s spent, I lick it up and spit his jizz into the condom.  Surprisingly, my seat mate grabs my shiny hand and licks it totally clean.

The guy leaves.  I tell the masked guy about the condom and my plan for tomorrow.  He is visibly excited by it, and says he wants to help.  But try as we might, neither of us can get the other off with the small time he has left to play.

I go home with another very full condom.  I can’t wait to see the look on Rock’s face as the frozen loads go into him tomorrow…

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: More and More (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  May 24, 2023