Near Home—June, 2023

 

On the last day of June, I went to the bookstore nearest my home.  I wasn’t expecting much more than some head as I watched porn. 

You just never know…

 

I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat, stroking.  There are plenty of men here.  But they just seem to be walking back and forth between the two theatres, never settling in one or the other to do anything. 

The door opens and a thinnish white guy, likely in his late 40’s, enters.  He stands next to me.  His Hawaiian shirt is loud, but he has quite a mound in his Bermuda shorts.  In moments, he has unzipped and is stroking to the video right along with me.  His dick is short, but fat.  He offers it to me to suck with no comment.  He is in my mouth for about ten seconds before he is reaching for my wet cock.  He hefts it, feeling just how meaty it is.  In a flash, he is on his knees and giving me pretty good head.

The door opens.  I expect the guy on his knees to jump up.  He doesn’t, he continues to suck.  A rather large white guy, closer to my age, comes in.  He stands next to me, watching the guy on his knees intently.

My sucker must feel his gaze, for he stops and looks up at him.  “You need to try this dick,” he tells him.  The two change places.  I am happy, as the bigger guy is actually the better sucker—and as soon as Hawaiian Shirt stands up, he sticks his cock back into my mouth. 

We go on like this for quite some time, but then my new sucker stops and looks up at me.  “I want you to fuck me.”  

“Sure.”

He moves out of the way so I can stand up.  He drops his pants and leans against the back wall, arching his ass out.  I rim him briefly, pulling the large ass cheeks apart.  He groans.  “Fuck me, man.” 

I stand up.  Hawaiian Shirt watches me closely as I insert my dick in this other guy’s ass. “Fuck him good,” he whispers in my ear.  I begin to pump this wet, and very warm hole.

“Damn, you’re big,” the Big Guy mutters into the cement block wall.  I pick up the speed.  I can’t tell if he’s jerking his dick or not.  I slow…and then speed up again as Hawaiian Shirt tells me to “Fuck that ass.”

Finally, Big Guy asks for a break.  He mutters something complimentary to me, as he bends to suck Hawaiian Shirt’s cock.  I go piss and wash up a little.

When I return, Big Guy is in the cocksucker’s seat and is having his small cock sucked by Hawaiian Shirt.  I sit along the side wall, bemused.  Soon enough HS comes over to me.  He sucks me for quite some time and stands up with a determined look in his eye.  “I want to try your cock in my ass.”  Before I really have anytime to react, he spins around, drops his shorts (no underwear, in sight) and sits on me.  He has lubed his hole—for I actually go in, every inch of me.  He grabs the arms of my chair so he can bounce on my dick.  He is groaning and putting on a show that attracts Big Guy and another man who’s just walked in.  The two spectators go from watching us, to BG giving the new man head.

The new guy is a regular.  I can’t place him until he unbuttons his shirt and I see the tattoo on the center of his chest.  Years ago, we would jack here together until he was ready to cum—and I would fuck it out of him.  He catches my eye as I watch BG service his impressively sized dick. 

Hawaiian Shirt gets off my dick with a sigh.  “I want more of that,” he murmurs.  Tat On His Chest tells BG he’s done and walks down to me.  I stand up—I don’t need another man riding me.  TOHC bends in front of me.  I find his hole and he shoves himself back on me.  I don’t do any of the work, he repeatedly fucks himself onto my cock about five times.

And he explodes.  Hands free.  All over the floor.  The other two men gasp and all but applaud.  TOHC pulls off me—and I really need to go clean up this time…

*

I am alone in the straight theatre.   The door opens and the Middle Eastern looking man, who took me to booth the last time we met, is back.  He wants my dick—but away from other eyes.  I try to tell him no one is here, but he convinces me to follow him to a booth.

He strips.  I go to my knees and devour his hairy ass crack.  Both cheeks are covered in dark fur, but his ass crack is a jungle of it.  My tongue forces its way through it all to find his hole.  The moment I connect with it, he bends, giving me easier access.  I lick and spit and come up for air gasping.

“Fuck me!”

“Raw?”

“No condom—fuck me!”

I grease up my dick.  I work it slowly into him.  He is beating his curved dick as I do it.

I bottom out and stay still.  His ass is not relaxing.  I begin the tiniest in and out stroke.  He groans—a good groan, low and throaty.

I fuck a little faster.

“Stop!”

I do. 

He bends forward and pulls off me.  Has he shot?  Maybe, I can’t tell.  I just know I want more of his ass—but he’s done.  He squirms around and sits down.  He shakes his head at me, so I leave.

Hawaiian Shirt is happy to ride me once again.

And once again after a break.  This time he gets off while doing it.

I am alone on the straight side.  I consider going next door as I hear movement over there. 

But the door opens.  A young Black man enters.  He is short and lithe.  His hairy is incredibly shiny and in long curls that bounce as he walks.  He watches me for a moment, then comes toward me. 

He leans down to my ear.  “A friend told me about you.  That you always wear those old Army pants.  He told me you suck good and lick ass.  I want you to open my ass with your tongue…”

My mind is working over-time.  I can’t believe my luck—and I can’t stop wondering who his friend might be.  He leads me to a booth.   He strips, I get my cock out.  He doesn’t do anything to my dick—it’s all about his ass—and that’s fine with me.  He’s slim, but he has a bubble butt.  He gets on all fours on the bench and lets me eat him out. 

I dig into his tight sphincter.  He is fairly hairy, but after the Middle Eastern man, the amount of hair feels light.  He tastes terrific and my tongue can’t stay off (or out) of him.  A couple of times, I stand to stretch my legs, so I slap my rock-hard cock against his cheeks, but there is no mention of fucking.

He stands up to stretch.  He turns.  His cock is extremely hard.  He is almost nine inches, with a slight curve.  But it is the thinnest cock I’ve seen in a long time.  He lets me deep throat him.  I can easily take his length to the root as he’s so much thinner—and I can still breathe.

But soon it is back to his ass.  I deliberately have some of his precum on my tongue and I burrow it into him.  It helps me go a little deeper.  He moans.  And jerks.  Before he didn’t touch himself.  Now he can’t stop jerking his dick as my mouth explores his hot, wet ass.

“You need to stop.  I don’t want to cum or my boyfriend will be mad.”

What?  I’m not sure—but I stop.

“I want to take a cock like yours deep inside me.  But I’m not ready.”

And he’s right.  His hole, after all my work, is still super tight.  I suggest he look into a set of graduated butt plugs to help.

“Do you need to get off, Daddy?”

My cock is dripping and the head is an angry red.  I admit I was hoping to shoot with him, one way or another.

“Jerk off on me.  Cum on my chest.”

He kneels.  He is so short on his knees, that I tower above him.  I stroke.  My cock tells me this might just work.  He reaches out with the hand not stroking his own cock and touches my balls.  His finger goes behind them and traces the lines of my metal cock ring.

I am actually close.  I close my eyes and concentrate on what I’ve done with his ass…and I’m there.  I fire off five or six jets of cum onto his chest.  They hang there—entwined in the tight curls of his chest hair.

I offer him a napkin to clean up.  He wants to wear it home to show the boyfriend that we met.  (So, I’ve played with his BF?!?)  He starts to get dressed as I open the door to the booth, giving one last look to the hot, hot as disappearing into his designer underwear…

 

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Five Men (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 23, 2023