Near Home—December, 2023

Part One:  In the Straight Theatre

The trip home from Jersey was technically trouble free, but it had the longest layover I have ever experienced.  I got home exhausted in the middle of the afternoon on the Thursday after Christmas.  The last thing I wanted was sex.  I awoke on Friday feeling totally refreshed—and horned.  Seriously hard.  I went to the bookstore…

I have my hand on the doorknob of the straight theatre when he stops me with “Good to see you.  Did you just get here?”

He’s a shorter white guy, around my age, though I think of him as older.  He always looks very dapper for this grungy place.  I tell him yes.

“Could I suck your dick before you add any lube?” he whispers.  “Not that it’s stopped me before…”

We go in.  I sit in the back row and he gets to his knees as I unbutton.  He takes me into his mouth before I am hard.  I love to grow inside someone and don’t get to do it often enough.  He moans as my dick reaches its full mass and begins to give me really good head.  We both know I’m not going to give him my load.  He keeps going until his mouth and his knees get tired.

I thank him—and he grins and heads out the door.

In moments, I get another round of head from the bald cocksucker who is again here without his partner.  This man relies more on thrust down his throat than on tongue action.  It’s a nice change.  He tires faster than the first man.

I stroke alone for a bit.

A larger Caucasian man enters and stands next to me.  In moments his cock comes out.  We both stroke to the anal sex happening up on the large screen television.  He turns slightly to me, offering his beer can of a dick.  I suck him for just a moment, before he pulls out of my mouth as he bends to taste me.  The angle is horrible after all the good head, but he is enthusiastic.

“That would feel really good in my ass,” he breathes.

“Did you clean out?”  I have taken to just point plank asking now, when I’m here.

“No.”

“Then I’m not going to fuck you.  Sorry.”

“I mean I didn’t do it here, I did it before I left home.”

Well, okay…

He pulls his pants down and leans on the back of the chair in front of mine.  I go in.  He’s a responsive fuck, constantly beating his thick cock to the anal attack.  But I have to stop.  He’s either lied or things have moved, massively, since his clean out.  I wrap my dick in paper towel and go spend seven minutes in the restroom muttering under my breath…

*

Surprisingly, the cocksucker’s seat is still available.  I sit and stroke my now pristine cock.  I am soon joined by another middle-aged man.  He is tall, with a worked-out chest that stretches his tee shirt.  He takes out his cock almost instantly.  But it never gets hard, though he strokes it constantly.  Ten minutes in, I reach for it to see if I can help.  He turns, and my hand connects with his still underwear covered ass.  He groans—as if my touch sent an electrical charge through him.  I begin massaging his ass crack through the fabric.

“I’ve never been fucked,” he moans.

“You don’t want to start out with this one,” I tell him.

But he insists he does.  “I need a big cock to open me once and for all.”

I have found his hole, still protected by the fabric.  I burrow in.  He gasps.  I pause to lube up my finger.  I pull down his underwear and attack his tight pucker.  He takes the first knuckle easily.  I work slower on the second.  Then my whole finger.  I pull out to re-lube.  He’s spotless—so I continue.  With two fingers.

“Give me your dick.  Please.  I want to say I lost my virginity today.”

In for a penny…and all that…

I grease up my cock.  It’s hard work getting the head into him.  But we are both determined.  I finally pop in.  Raw.  He groans.  And then pushes back.  It may be the slowest I have every entered an ass.  But between us, I am soon deep inside him.

“Oh my God…”

I am now believing him that he’s never been fucked.   The look on his face is a glorious mix of pain, pleasure and wonder.  Up to now he has been flat against the wall.  I turn him, still embedded inside him, so he can bend and hold onto the seats in front of us.  He does.

He groans again.  And once more when I start pumping.  I grab his hips and pull two thirds of the way out of him.  I drizzle lube on my shaft before I inch it back into him.  He gasps.  But I can move much easier in his tight canal.

“Use me,” he whispers.

I begin to pump.  I can feel him still flogging his soft cock as I stroke into him.

I pick up the tempo.  His ass, beginning to loosen up, suddenly clamps down on me.  He is pouring cum out of his soft cock.  It pools on the floor.

I pull out of him.  He turns and gives me a terrifically tight hug.  He cleans up—and I, surprisingly, don’t really have to—but I go wash to be on the safe side after he thanks me for the fourth or fifth time.

As I come out of the rest room, I see a familiar face.  It’s the cute college kid who jerked off on the woman’s breasts when we both played with the bisexual couple.  He smirks at me, nods and goes into the gay cinema.  I follow his hot little ass into the gay theatre…

*

I didn’t think this would be a two-parter when I started.  I had forgotten how much action I go that day.  Tomorrow for (the hotter) Part Two!

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Bookstore Two-Parter: One -- Losing his Virginity   January 12, 2024