Near Home—December, 2023

It was the first Saturday afternoon of December.  I was having a hard time scheduling the playroom, so I went to the bookstore closest to home.  Last month, I had found a slightly different crowd on a Saturday afternoon, so I waited to go then…

The parking lot is barely filled.  I sigh, then tell myself that means the men may be more playful.  I pay my admission and go into the straight theatre.  The few men seem to be here. I sit against the side wall.  Two men are also seated and watching the porn.  Two others are standing against the back wall.  I recognize by sight the seated men.  They are regulars—both who rarely do anything but watch.  One of them occasionally jerks his condomed cock, to make sure that his load is contained and does not stain his clothes.

The men against the back wall are new to me.  They are both in their late 60’s or early 70’s.  One is chewing guy so loudly that it fills the small space.  The other waits a moment as I unbutton my fly and my cock erects.  Then, he makes a beeline to me.  He asks politely if he can help.  I nod and he pulls a chair next to mine and bends to suck.  It’s an odd angle, but I can still tell he has good skills. 

The gum chewer comes closer to observe.  He stands behind me.  The pop and crack of his gum is deafening.  It puts my cocksucker off his game.  He throws a look at him and tries to continue.  The guy doesn’t leave.  My sucker finally continues, working hard, sure I’m going to shoot any second.  Soon, it all becomes too much for him—the odd bend, the presence of the other guy and my not being a 30 second load.  He gives up and heads back to the cocksucker’s seat.  Gum chewer tries to move right in.  I decline.  He stomps to the back wall.  The two confer.  I am now almost sure they are partners.  They talk in hushed tones and leave together.

I watch the video.  It is one of those that takes forever to get to the sex—as the two people try to act.  I do myself up and go next door.

There are two men here, both kneading plumped up crotches, covered by their pants.  I nod to a regular (the guy who used to take me bare and now wants a condom) and another, hotter guy who seems to have come right from his construction job.  He nods to me and unzips.  He hauls out a bigger than average, hardening cock and a massive ball sack. 

We eye each other for another minute.  I want to suck this guy.  I am on my knees.  He lets go of his cock and I take him in my mouth.  He’s girthier than he looked from across the room.  I mind my canines and go to work on him.  He grunts his approval and closes his eyes, blocking out the skinny boys on the video screen.

I am constantly swallowing his precum.  He drips it continually.  For variety, my left hand now strokes his cock as my mouth goes to that big bag of balls.  He groans.  His hand replaces mine on his cock.  I lick and suck on his nuts. 

I work my tongue back up to the shaft of his cock.  His hand goes to his spittle slicked balls.  He twists and pulls them.  Hard.

And I remember him.  I’ve done him before.  My hand goes to the top of the ball sack.  I encircle it and tighten.  Then I pull them down.  He pants, nodding at me.  I do it again.  Harder.  He groans.  I pull again, my mouth still on his cock.  This time my left hand closes tightly on the nuts themselves, squeezing them.

“Yesss….” he pants.

He likes my mouth on his dick, but he likes to jerk to my ball abuse even more.  I let him masturbate as I alternate squeezing first one and then the other of his bull balls.  My tongue keeps licking up his dripping precum.  This eventually makes him stop stroking and allows me to suck him again, now with both hands of mine alternating a squeeze on his testicles. 

I get him closer and closer to unloading.

“Oh, fuck!”  His hand touches my head—he wants to jerk.   I let him.  I keep squeezing.  He grabs his cock and in moments he is shooting buckets.  The first shot hits my beard.  The rest stays on his cock head and fist.  When he slows down, I lean in to lick him clean.  He loves this—he is not super sensitive at all.  I clean his cock head, the shaft and even his fingers.

He pulls out a fast-food napkin, but realizes there is really no need for it.  He stuffs it back in his pocket.  I roll back on my heels.  He stands up and zips up.  The mound of cock and balls makes a hot looking bulge in the front of his work pants.

“Thanks,” he grins.  “And it’s back to work.”

*

I did stay a little longer.  The Latino, who is now cross dressing. arrived.  He wanted to be fucked, but neither of us had a condom.  Eventually, he stripped off his male attire, down to his feminine undergear jerked to the video.  He came over and fed me his cum…but it was nothing like the main event…

The original can be found here:  From My Side of the Sling: Twisting the Balls That Feed Me   December 17, 2023