Near Home—June, 2023

I came home from Fornication Weekend feeling very sated.  But, of course, in a couple of days, my balls really needed to be emptied.  None of my regulars were available mid-week.  And, frankly, sitting in a cool, dark place stroking to porn sounded rather attractive on this unseasonably hot June day…

The parking lot this afternoon is about half full.  I go in and pay my admission, piss and head into the straight theatre.  I interrupt a blowjob happening at the back.  They pause until I sit down and pull out my cock.  Once they know I’m safe, they go right back to it.

I look around.  No one else is in here.  I stroke to the movie, throwing one glance back at the guys who are playing.  The man receiving head is unknown to me.  The man giving it is a semi-regular.  I am sure over the years, he must have done the same for me at some point, though I can’t remember playing with him.  He is a good 5 to 10 years older than I am—and is very reserved until he gets a cock in his mouth. He is tall and rather gaunt, but with a full mane of grey hair.  And he must be doing something right, for the guy in his mouth is moaning.

I stroke.  The movie is only ok.  I am just about to go next door when I feel someone standing behind me.  I turn.  It’s the guy who was getting head.  He is tall, too, and around my age.  I think he wants to try another mouth, but no, he reaches down and pulls me up.

“You need to have this guy do you,” he hisses.

I go along—happy to get some head.  The guy in the cocksucker’s chair opens wide—and I am treated to a really fine BJ.  This guy has a velvet mouth.  The two of us take turns in him—letting him do whatever he likes.  The one time I start to fuck his face I can tell instantly that it is not his thing.  I stop and let him go back to his routine.

The door opens.  A trucker type comes in.  For whatever reason, our cocksucker bolts out of his seat and out the door.  We wait a bit—but he’s gone.  The guy who corralled me now whispers “Let’s go next door.” 

We do.  There is just one man in here.  Are the owners of all those cars all in the arcade?  The guy gets busy on my dick.  He is not anywhere as good as the previous sucker, rather toothy and hurried.  When his canines connect with me once more—and I suggest I take a turn on him.  He has a respectable six incher which makes for an easy deep throat.  In moments, he holds my ears and unloads.

He leaves just as quickly as the first guy.

The other man in the room is sitting as far away from where we were playing as possible.  He makes no eye contact now.  I wait a minute and go next door to see what the trucker is up to.  As I go in, the guy stands up and fires a massive load all over the floor.  Without any attempt at clean up, he just stuffs himself back into his underwear and leaves.

I stroke.  All alone.  Now in the cocksucker’s seat.

The movie changes.  It is much better.  All sex and no ‘acting.’ 

The door opens.  A slightly husky Black man enters.  He looks mid thirties or so.  He comes in—standing just inside the door, letting his eyes adjust.  He sees me and comes to lean against the back wall—though every other seat in the room is available.  This makes me smile—and jerk a little faster.

He avoids eye contact; seemingly all his attention is on the screen where two Black men are ravishing a petite Caucasian blonde.  He kneads his jeans.  His bulge grows as the guys on the screen move into doing a DP on her.

His hand opens his fly and disappears inside.  And for the first time he looks down at me.

“Fuck…” he whispers, looking at my cock.

“You should take yours out—that looks uncomfortable.”

He opens the top button and let’s a bigger than average cock spring free.  It has a slight curve to it.  We stroke to the double dicking on the screen.  He moves.  I think for a second, it’s to give me his cock, but it’s not, it’s to sit next to me.  We stroke.  Eventually, I feel his hand knock mine away and heft my dick.

I start to reach for him but he catches my hand.  I am not prepared for his next sentence.  “I want you to fuck me.”

I just nod. 

“But not here—in a booth.”

We pull our clothes together.  He leads me to the middle booth that is supposed to be used for previewing movies.  He is stripping before I can get the door bolted.  The first thing I see is an intricate and beautiful tattoo on his beautifully pumped-up chest.  I tell him how hot it is, as I open my fly.  I am not ditching my pants with my boots on.

“Fuck me,” he says, now totally naked.  He bends—holding on to the padded seat.  I go to my knees and bury my face in his furry ass.  He gasps—and then groans as my tongue is all over his tight pucker.  The hairy here is tightly kinked and luxurious.  I happily lick and spit, getting his hole dripping. 

I stand up, my dick lubed and throbbing.

“Go slow…”

My cock head is pushing, gently, into his loosened pucker.  His hole sucks me in—he really wants me.  I only have to push in the last inch.   I stop.  I hear the poppers open. The fumes fill the little space.  I wait a moment and begin fucking.  His hand finds his dick.  He begins beating his meat in tempo with my thrusting.  His hole is wet and hot.  And slippery. 

He is pushing back now—meeting each thrust of my cock.  Without thinking, my hand slaps his full butt cheek, making more noise than we should here.

“You fuck me just right,” he pants.  “I can take it.”

I am plowing into him now with all my might.  His hole is spasming on my cock.

“I’m gonna shoot…” he groans.

I stop thrusting—but stay inside.  I squeeze down—making my cock head expand inside his guts.

That does it—he explodes all over the floor and maybe the seat he’s leaning on.  I pull out.  He stands upright rather shakily.  I embrace him, arms tight around his chest.  We hold that for a long moment, before I hand him a napkin.  He cleans his hand.  But I go to my knees and clean up all the cum on his cock…

The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "You Fuck Me Just Right" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 11, 2023