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"Do You Want a Mouth on That?"


Near Home—March, 2024

 

You just never know.  When you are visiting a bathhouse or bookstore you can never predict what is going to happen. Who will be there?  Will they want to play?  It can be part of the fun, when things work in your favor, or it can be a frustrating waste of time.  (But I would still rather go where men are lurking then sit at my computer and try to lure them into playing.)

I had been doing a lot of fucking with Muscle Ass and at the small group up in Grand Rapids.  Now I really wanted to watch some porn while a good cock sucker made my dick happy.  Friday afternoon at the bookstore had usually proven to be a pretty busy time to go.  So I went, early in March, to get some wet action for my dick…

 

The parking lot is all but empty.  I think about turning around and going home.  I decide to go in.  I chat with the clerk, piss and go into the straight theatre.  One man is here.  Way down front, kneading his crotch to the porn: very large Black men are fucking very petite white women.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat and pull out my hardening cock.  There is a terrifically loud moaning from the woman on the screen.   The guy pulls out and literally covers her with cum.  The guy watching in front of me, lets out a sound every bit as loud.  I am sure he just shot in his underwear.  He gets up, rather gingerly, and leaves, never to be seen again.

I stroke.  The Latin guy who always wants to get fucked, but won’t clean out, comes in.  He lingers for a time, baring his ass and fingering himself.  He finally goes over to the gay theatre when I don’t make a move.

I stroke.

And stroke.  I think about checking out the other space, but stay where I am.  I am enjoying the porn—it is good and raunchy.  And the cum shots are not always the usual facials of straight porn.  And I do love cum dripping out of holes…

The door opens.  A white man, in his mid-30’s, comes in.  He stands by the door letting his eyes adjust.  He finds the back wall. carefully, leaning against it.  Only then does he turn and fully see me, hard cock in hand.  He quickly looks to the screen.  But the pull is too great, he turns again.

“Do you want a mouth on that?”

“Please.”

He moves in front of me and kneels.  He’s a good-looking guy.  He tosses his coat and the knit cap from his head over the back of the seats in front of us.  He is medium height and has a muscular torso under a tight flannel shirt and a shaved head.  He unzips and takes out his cock.  I only hear him do that, he is too close to me to see it.  He bends and inhales my crotch. 

He sighs.  “You smell damn good,” he murmurs.  And then his tongue finds my balls.  I reach for my cock again and stroke as he as tongues my hairy sack.  He is reverently licking each in turn, never trying to Hoover them into his mouth.  I let go and he works his way up my shaft.  He murmurs again as his tongue finds my slick slit.  He licks me clean.  Only then does he oval up and sink down on my shaft.

I let out a sigh.  This guy is just what I was hoping for.  He’s in no hurry for the pay off.  He is right where he wants to be, tonguing and sucking and deep throating my cock.  I hear him beating his meat.  I only hope he doesn’t get off too soon.

He looks up at me.  “I need to stand for a minute.”  He does.  I can’t help but notice his thick, hooded cock.  He stretches and goes right back down on his knees.  His mouth engulfs me.  I stand up, my dick never leaving his mouth.  I grab the sides of his head and begin thrusting into his face.  He grunts his approval.  And the hand on his cock strokes it faster.  I slow the tempo of the face fuck.  Finally, to a complete halt.  He pulls off me and pants.

“Fuck, that’s hot…” he murmurs.

I sit down.  “Go back to my balls.”

He nods.  He hunkers down.  There is so much spit in his mouth now after the face fuck, he is just coating them with saliva.  It feels great.  And he keeps murmuring his approval.  “So good…they taste so good…”

He works back up my dick once more.  He is one of those effortless deep throaters.  A natural.  But he’s tiring.  I can tell.  He reluctantly pulls off me for air. 

“Do you mind if I take a little break?”

I don’t.  We chat, as we sit side by side, both stroking to the porn.  He likes the big dicks—and how messy the women get servicing them.

I surprise him by going to my knees and taking his hooded cock into my mouth.  “Oh, fuck…” he groans.  The moment I do it I know he’s going to shoot.  He has terrific stamina when he’s giving head—and none when the roles are reversed.  “Swallow my load…” he murmurs…and his cock spews out a copious thick wad of jizz.  I swirl it around my mouth and swallow it down.

I sit back down.  I am guessing, having shot, he’s done.  And I’m right.  He thanks me and leaves.

I wait.

No one else arrives.

I am grateful for the good head—and kick myself for getting him off, when I know he’d have worked more on my cock after the break.

But the residual taste of his load actually kind of makes up for not blowing my own…

 

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Do You Want a Mouth On That?"   March 30, 2024

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