Near Home—September, 2023

The next morning, after giving Jaylen just one spurt of jizz, I was horned.  It’s lucky I can piss with a hardon, for it was not going down on my first early morning trip to the bathroom.  I showered, ate breakfast and published the Folsom hot dog picture on the blog.  By noon, I knew that I would be headed to the bookstore—even though a Tuesday afternoon was not a prime time.

The parking lot surprises me—it is almost half full.  I pay my admission.  The cashier no longer needs to ask what I want, she just rings me up for the theatres the moment she sees me.  I walk into the straight cinema.   A hot looking Black man, around 30 years old and beefy, is being given a blow job by a white man with a shaved head, who looks around 10 years younger than myself.  They don’t even pause as the opening of the door interrupts them.

There are maybe four other men in the room.  Two older men are leaning against the wall and jerking to the blow job.  I go sit in my usual seat on the side, when I can’t get the seat on the back wall corner.  I haul out my hard dick.

Instantly, one of the men from the back wall comes up to me.  He stands at my shoulder and leans over, hefting my penis.  I am hoping for a good blow job.  He stands back up and offers me his tiny dick to suck.

“I know you like cum,” he hisses.

And he gives it to me, almost the moment my lips touch his cock.  He moans and lets me clean his cock.  This emboldens the other man standing at the back.  He comes to me and offers me an only slightly bigger dick to suck.  “Do me like that,” he whispers.  I don’t know if he means the man just before him in my mouth or like the oral sex happening on the screen.  This guy spends maybe 75 seconds in my mouth before he blows a load in it.  This guy is smoker—and his cum reeks of it.

As he pulls out of my mouth, (he gets no clean up from me) the Black guy orgasms in the back corner.  He holds the shaved head that has given him so much pleasure in place, letting his dick soften in the guy’s mouth.  Shaved Head offers him a wet wipe from the packet he’s placed on the cocksucker’s seat.  The guy uses it, wiping his cock quickly, before shoving it into his boxer briefs.  He leaves.  Shaved Head goes too, after a few moments.

I move to the cocksucker’s seat.  But the other two men in the room have no interest in me.  I stroke.  The movie proves to be good—a hot man really taking his pleasure on the submissive woman.  I stroke until the movie ends.  I push my cock into my pants, buttoning up just enough so it won’t spill out, and go next door.

Shaved Head is here with another dick in his mouth.  It belongs to a regular—a white guy around my age.  I watch them—and the movie.

I hear a sound behind me.  A guy was in the dark corner behind the door.  He comes down next to me.  He is likely 40-ish, white, and in decent shape.  He bends down and gives my cock a few jerks—a little too tight and a little too hard.

“Why don’t you suck it?” I suggest.

“Suck me first.” 

His dick has been hidden in his fly.  It is a good, uncut six incher.  I love the foreskin—and having to really work it back with my tongue. 

“Fuck, yeah,” he groans.  He is juicing now, a lot of precum.  I keep swallowing.  In another minute he shoots.  I swallow his rather sweet load, which is likely even sweeter after the rancid smoker.

“Sorry, but I’m done,” he says as I release his thoroughly cleaned cock.  He reaches and gives my unsucked cock another tight squeeze, assuming that feels good.  He leaves.

Shaved Head gets another load down his throat as the door bangs.  His guy leaves quickly, too.  I look at SH, hoping he will see my blatant need for a good mouth.  He nods to me and goes out of the room.

I stroke.  A long time.

A regular from here arrives.  He sits across the room from me and pulls out a thicker uncut cock.  He’s just pushing 40, Latin and has never, in my presence, done anything but offer his dick to be sucked.  I am pretty sure I won’t find any relief from him.  We both stroke to the video.  Finally, he stands up.

“Do me?”

I nod.  He has a nice cock, and I know his balls are always full.  He gives me a load timed to the man on the screen unloading all over some young man’s ass hole.  The Latin is too sensitive for me to do any clean up.  He thanks me and leaves.

I stroke.

The movie changes.  And it’s horrid:  one of those where the director is quizzing the participants before the sex.  And the interview is going on forever.  I button up and go next door.

Shaved head is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat.  Stroking his own cock.  His pants are around his ankles.  I move over and offer him my dripping dick.

“I really need to get out of here.  Can you do me?”

I sigh.  But what the hell.  He has a nice cock—and he has certainly sucked me off in the past.  I kneel.  He is right on the edge.  I spend no more than two minutes using my lips and tongue on him.  He gives me a nice load.  He lets me clean his cock but still uses his wet wipes.

I sit, alone now, in the theatre.  If he’d taken any longer to reach orgasm, I might have shot along with him.  I think about standing up and coating the linoleum.  But it feels like a waste. 

I wait for 15 minutes.  Not a soul is left in the place.  I go home, a little blue balled, but feeling more than a little pervy for swallowing five loads…

The original post it here:  From My Side of the Sling: Trying to Find Relief (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   October 2, 2023