Northern Indiana—November, 2023

I was headed home.  It had not been a long contract, but I was eager to sleep in my own bed and to not fight for space in the communal kitchen during meal times.  I was up early on Sunday.  Too early, but I packed and got the car loaded with out disturbing the others living in the apartment.

I hit the road—and it was foggy.  Densely foggy.  I was not about to try to drive on the interstates.  I took back roads, which were all but empty.  As the sun climbed higher, the fog melted away after the first hour.  I looked at my position on the map after getting gas.  I realized that if I continued straight north, I could get to the bookstore I liked so much in northern Indiana, the same one I visited on the way down. 

So, I went.  I arrived right after noon.  The place was hopping…

I am in the theatre.  I am sitting to the side.  Two men are at the back, one sitting and one standing.  I pull out my dick.  This makes the standing man, who has a very large gut, open his fly too.  He takes out his cock.  At least his hands go through the motion, but I can’t see his dick.  An older man, white and a good ten years older than me, comes in and stands behind the low wall that is behind where I’m sitting.  I like his look—once chiseled features, iron grey hair.  I get up and stand next to him.  He has pulled out his cock.  It is identical to mine, but uncut.  The same girth, the same length.  We both take a moment to heft the other man’s dick.  I have to suck him.

I go to my knees and he moves quickly into place.  He’s taken his Viagra—his dick is cold to the touch and so hard there is little give.  But it’s in my mouth and my tongue is working back the foreskin.  The moment I do, and my tongue now licks his cockhead, he groans.  I do all my tricks.  He sighs.  His wrinkled hands suddenly find the sides of my head.  He holds me in place and he begins to fuck my face.  Hard and deep.  Another half inch into my throat and the gag reflex would be triggered.  But it’s not for long.  He is suddenly cumming.  It runs out of his cock—it doesn’t shoot.  It’s a lot of cum.  I swallow it all and he holds me in place to make sure I do. 

He releases my head and thanks me softly.  I lick him clean, but he still digs in his pockets for a napkin he doesn’t have—so I offer him one of mine.   He wraps it around his cock and tucks it away.  I’m sure it’s so the wife doesn’t find a dollop of semen in his underwear on wash day…

He leaves.  I rock back on my heels.  The fat guy comes over.  “You swallow?”  He brandishes the tiniest cock I have seen in 2023.  But his balls are huge.  And he is hard.  And I’m on my knees…I take two minutes out of my time there to get him off…

The last man in the room looks at me with that “those were my loads” look.  I nod to him, button up and go into the booth area. 

I watch some porn.  I hear activity all around the area, but no one comes into the adjacent booth to me.  The tokens run out.  I move to a different pair of booths.  One side is empty, the other has the ‘occupied’ light on.  I go in and drop the tokens.  Instantly, an ebony cock comes through the glory hole.  It is a nice six incher and I am glad it won’t be battering the back of my throat.  It has a slight upwards curve that is fun.  I work hard, but the guy keeps pulling back anytime he gets close.  I respect that, and when the screen flickers off, I get up and go back to the cinema.

I sit.  Alone.  I stroke.  The porn is adequate.  The curtains part.  A younger Latino comes in.  He sees me and comes to sit next to me.  He looks familiar.  I am pretty sure I have fucked him in this very room.

He watches me for a moment.  “May I suck you, Daddy?” he whispers.

I nod.

He gets on his knees in front of me.  It’s a handsome face.  It looks even better with my dick in his mouth.  He gives me good head, but I know his ass is even better.  He begins squirming as he sucks me.  I slowly realize he is undoing his fly and waistband to his jeans.  His hand goes into his underwear and he begins stroking himself as he sucks.

He comes up for air.  “Daddy, I need that in my ass.”

“Sure.”

“It’s big.  I should sit on it.”

“Let me lube it up…”

He stands and I grease my cock.  He pulls his jeans down around his knees and turns, showing me his hot butt.  It’s a lovely shape.  There is some hair on his ass cheeks, but a lot in his ass crack.  I want to get my tongue in there.  But not now.  He’s impatient.  He wriggles in anticipation.

And then lowers himself down on me.  I sink in.  All the way.  On his first try.

“Fuuuuuck,” he croons.  “So full.”

Guys have come in.  They watch him bounce on my cock.  He slowly becomes aware of the audience—and is not pleased.  He pulls off me and pulls up his pants.  “Let’s go to a couple’s booth.” 

I nod, not knowing there were any here.  I tuck my rampant dick into my pants and follow him.  There is a corridor behind the first wall of booths that hold buckets and mops.  Just past them are two more spacious booths—booths without doors.

He is already stripping off his pants.  He has me sit down and sucks my cock some more.  Then he asks me to wait a moment.  He steps out of the booth and sends a text.  In moments he back on my cock, riding every inch of it.

He pulls off.  “How do you want me?” 

I want to stand.  I move around so my back is to the screen as he kneels on the bench.  I want to rim him, but there is just no room to maneuver.  I sink back into his wet, slightly gaping hole.  I can fuck at my tempo this way.  He is moaning.  I’d love someone to come find us so he could have a cock in his mouth.   I fuck until I need to catch my breath.

I tell him I want to eat his hole before the next fuck—so we go back to the theatre.  My friend (and former blogger) Ryan is there.  He was the recipient of the text.  He confirms the Latino is a regular of his and we have shared him together here.

And we do it again.  The young man, naked now, clothes in a pile, bends over the chair I started this trip in.  I go to my knees and lick his juicy hole.  Ryan sticks his cock in his mouth.  I lick and savor all the juices I’ve been fucking in.  I stand and slide in.  I fuck him so hard, that Ryan has to pull out of his mouth.  He stands to the side and jerks, watching me.

I slow down and pull out.  “Clean my dick,” I whisper gruffly as I move to his head.  He does.  And Ryan goes up his ass.  We stay that way, but the young man finally pulls off my cock and says “Switch.”

We do.  I spend a moment licking him before I fuck.  I can feel my balls tightening.  I thrust harder into him.  And again.

Once more, I have that preliminary cum shot—that just gets seed in his hole with no real feeling for me.  I go to my knees and felch some it.  The Latino doesn’t realize I am licking up my jizz until I spit it back in and tell him.

He groans at the sound of my words.  Ryan stops jerking and makes him suck his cock again.

I slip back into him.  Five thrusts.  I’m almost there.  Another dozen and I am shooting into him.  I grab his hips and hold on.  He squeezes me expertly, milking me for every drop…

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fucking On the Road Home (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 16, 2023