Northern Indiana—October, 2023

By the first Saturday of the month, I was packing to head for a month-long work gig in Indiana.  I got the car loaded and was on the road by noon.  I was leaving the day before I needed to be there, though I could certainly have made the trip in just a few hours.  I knew that the small village I would be staying in would severely limit any fun, so I was going the long way to get there.  My plan was to stop at the busy northern Indiana bookstore and get a hotel afterwards.  On Sunday, refreshed and my balls drained, I would make the last leg of the trip to my workplace and arrive in time for my afternoon meeting.

This bookstore is one that has appeared in these posts a number of times.  There is the usual lobby and then through a door in the back wall is the cinema on one side of the building and the booths, a few with glory holes, on the other side.  The ticket lets you go back and forth.

I arrived in good time and bought my ticket.  They had a new two-hour time limit on the admission price.  But I was horned and on a mission—so was pretty sure I could accomplish what I needed to do before I hit overtime…

I start in the theatre.  Of course, I do.  I love to show off—and let the men know there is a big dick here.  The movie is straight and has a plot about wife swapping.  They are talking more than fucking.  I can still get hard—and feel the five pairs of eyes on me.

Finally, one man, short, white and rather gray on top wanders over.  He asks politely if he can suck me.  I nod. And he sits next to me on the bench and leans over to take me in his mouth.  It’s not a good angle.  He can sense it, too.  I help him get down to the floor.  Much better—for both of us.  He is a hungry man.  He moans and groans and shows off to the crowd that he is the one sucking my dick and not them.  He is not the best cocksucker I have ever had—but he’s not bad.  He is certainly good warm up head.  I look around the room.  Another blow job is now happening in the corner to my left, but I can’t get either of the other two available men in the room interested in letting me suck some cock as I get mine sucked.

My cocksucker’s knees give out quickly.  He tries to use my knees as leverage to get up.  It doesn’t work.  I stand and give him a supporting arm.   He exits the room, proud of himself.  Many of the men follow him.  The guy getting blown in the corner blows his load down someone’s throat.  After they leave, I’m alone in the room. 

I go find a booth.  There is one in a corner I like—it has a gloryhole to the side of the seat.  And, surprisingly, there is a hole behind the seat, more a hole for your eye than your cock.  I dump a number of the tokens into the machine and find a movie.  I realize they no longer have gay films playing.  It used to be half and half.  I sigh, and find a good two men on one woman video.  I stroke.  I hear movement in the booth opposite me.  I don’t see a finger running along the bottom of the hole, begging for cock.

I watch the movie.  I glance over to the glory hole once more.  A fat Black cock fills the hole.  It has a slight downward curve.  I go to my knees and take it into my mouth.  The curve is more forgiving them some, so I can take most of it at this odd angle.  I hear the man behind the wall sigh.  He lets my tongue do the work.  I give him every trick I know.  Then I hold still and let him fuck my mouth a little.  He stops and pulls out.  I hear his zipper go up.  I button up and go out the door as I hear his door open.  We nod to each other—he is a portly man with closely cropped gray curls.  He smiles.  I smile back.  I think we both know we will do more later…

He walks one way around the maze of booths; I go the other. 

“Come here.”  A large man has a door open.  It is a booth in another corner with no connecting booth.  “Let me suck that thing,” he hisses under his breath.  I go in.  I can barely squeeze by him in the cramped booth.  (Why I almost always prefer the open spaces of a theatre!)  He goes to his knees as I unbutton.

“That’s a beauty.”

And he grabs the base of my cock in a choke hold as his mouth envelops me.  His mouth is experienced, but the grip is hurting me.  I ask him to ease up.  He does for 30 seconds and then squeezes me again so hard I actually yelp.  He looks up, surprised.  “Guys love that…” he says.

“I don’t.  It hurts.”

He lets go and goes back to sucking.  But the pain has caused my dick to be only semi hard.  To remedy that, he grabs me again—just as tight.  I yelp and push him off me.  It’s a scramble to get out the door, but I do, with him still on his knees and my dick almost exposed in the corridor.

I go into another GH booth.  In moments I get a six incher through the hole and a load in under 45 seconds.

I go back to the theatre and stand on the wall to the left of the door.  The older Black man is there on the other side of the door frame.  We nod at each other.  There are maybe three other men in the room.  No one is doing anything.  Not even jerking.  I take my dick out and stroke to an actual sex scene in this talky video.  I look back.  The cock I sucked through the glory hole is out now and being stroked.  We look at each other’s dicks—then both our eyes come up to our faces.  We grin.  I nod, walk over to him and go to my knees.  There is an actual gasp from some man sitting on the bench where I sat before.  I ignore him as I take the dick into my me.  It’s so much easier to get all of it into my mouth and throat without the damn wall.  I feel his hands brush over the recently cropped hair on my head.  He seems to love stroking it as I suck.

“I’ll cum if you keep that up,” he whispers—though the sound seems to fill the room.  Two men move closer to us, to watch.  In just a few more moments, he grabs my head and hold me in place.  “Yessss…” he groans.  “Take it…”

And take it I do.  He is giving me a mammoth load.  I swallow and swallow.  His hands go from caressing my head to holding me in place to finally relaxing on my shoulders as his flow is reduced to a few last drops.  He pulls me to my feet and whispers in my ear: “Thank you.”

“Thank you…”

“I’m so glad you swallow.  I hate spitters.”

I grin and nod.  He squeezes my shoulder once more and is gone.

“You suck me?”

It’s one of the watchers.  His cock is now out—pretty standard issue, but I’m in that mode now.  I go to my knees and suck him off quickly.  The room empties as he cleans up with the ubiquitous fast-food napkin.  I look around.  There is actually still one man here, behind a waist high wall.  I can’t tell if he’s stroking to my two blowjobs or not.

I sit and stroke.  

I get some head from a new comer.  He is so horny he cums on my boots as he sucks me.

When he’s gone, I look at the tall guy behind the wall.  “You need anything?”

He nods.  I go to him.  I kneel.  A beautiful, uncut seven incher is in his hand.  He grabs my shoulders as I start to work on him.  I think he’s going to be another speedy shooter, but I have to actually work.  He is totally into what I’m doing.  Murmuring encouragement and going crazy jerking himself as I lick his fat hairy balls.

“I’m close,” he whispers.  “Please swallow me, too…”

I am there, my mouth back on his dick.  In moments I get another load, every bit as big as the one he must have witnessed me taking.  The volume of ejaculate and force of his explosion makes me get off, too.  I leave a huge puddle of semen between his shoes as I swallow him down…

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Please Swallow Me, Too..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 29.2023