Near Home—September, 2023

It took a few days to get horny again after sending GaryM home with the seven loads from the devil’s dick, one fresh load and a ton of piss, all deep in his ass.  But I did.  I went to the bookstore on the next Saturday afternoon, a day on which I don’t go as often.  But I wanted to see if there were fresh faces there on a different day…

I go into the straight theatre.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat.  In moments, the air is electric with potential sex.  There are two men leaning against the back wall near me.  Suddenly one of them goes way down front—the usual sign of ‘I don’t want sex, I want to stroke in peace.’  But that’s not it at all.  The rather tubby man goes to his knees and begins sucking the only man in the front row of seats.

I haul out my cock and stroke.  The remaining man on the wall, kneads his crotch as he watches the sex on the screen and in person.

The door bangs open.  It is the man I think of as The Spitter.  He sucks really well, but he constantly spits out any precum he might have gotten from you and copious amounts of his own spittle.  He pushes into the space on the wall between me and the guy groping himself.

“Let me suck you,” he whispers.

I am not ready for the floor around my feet to become a lake of spittle.  I decline, telling him to check back with me later.  He goes off, back to the arcade.

The guy on the wall is showing no signs he wants anything but to watch.  I stroke a little harder as we hear the cumshot from down in front.  Those men zip up and leave, crossing paths with another regular, the guy who can’t keep the popper bottle away from his nose.  He stands beside me, unzips and offers his semi-hard to me.  I suck the guy—more to let the Groper know I suck cock, than thinking I will get much from the man in my mouth.

True to form, the bottle is there constantly.  He never gets very hard.  Soon, he moves around to suck me.  Now I could care less if he keeps huffing as he sucks, for he’s really good.  The man on the wall likes having sex happen next to him.  He unzips, his eyes never leaving the mouth on my cock.  He pulls out a nice sized dick.  It’s been made clear I suck, too, but he wants to just jerk to me being serviced.  In moments, he wastes a massive load on the floor.

He leaves, passing a thick set man who is entering.  He is likely 40+, white and burly.  He’s no beauty—but he immediately pulls out a thick dick with a downward curve and sticks it in my mouth.

“Suck my dick, cocksucker.”

His words are loud in the theatre.  It makes the Huffer work faster on me.  The curved cock is a mouthful, but the curve makes it easier to get him down my throat.  He grunts out his pleasure as I pull off him and lick his balls.

The Spitter comes back in the room.  I pull the Huffer off my dick and push him towards Curved Cock.  He willing gives the new dick his best effort.  The Spitter falls to his knees and sucks me down. 

Everyone is happy to be just where they are for a long time.  Eventually, the Spitter gets to try Curved Cock and the Huffer goes back on my dick, kneeling in the lake of spittle at my boots.  He takes my full length down my throat.  He groans and his semi hard cock drools out a load into the sea of spittle on the floor.  He leaves, sticking his slimy dick into his shorts with no clean up.

Curved Cock pulls The Spitter off his dick.  “I want to suck some myself.”

I can’t believe my good fortune.  He kneels on the wet floor and takes me into his mouth.  He is not an accomplished cock sucker, but his enthusiasm makes up for it. The Spitter, who never feeds, goes out, leaving us alone.

Now the two of us alternate on each other.  Back and forth.  When his knees get tired, I go back to deep throating that hot curve, kneeling myself on the wet floor.  In moments, Curved Cock stands up, brings my head with him in his meaty hands and begins to fuck my face.  I think he’s going to blow.  But he’s not quite there.

“I hate to ask it, but could I lick your pits?”

In a heartbeat, I stand up and strip off the army shirt with the buttoned pockets for lube.  Then the sweatshirt under it.  I raise my arm.  My right pit is especially fragrant, and he licks it like an animal in heat.  He strokes himself all the time he coats my underarm hair with his saliva.

“You swallow, man?”

“Of course.”

“I want to feed you my load.”

I kneel.  He slaps my cheeks with his leaking cock.  He strokes some more as I lick his balls again.  The smell of this nut sack is intoxicating.  Maybe hotter than his dick in my mouth.

Without a word he rears back and sticks his cock in my mouth.  He pumps into me half a dozen times before he pulls out. His hand strokes out the load—shooting it directly into my mouth.  It tastes just like his balls smelled…and I shoot between his boots before I clean him up…

The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Four on the Floor (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 16, 2023