Near Home—April, 2024

Teddy’s hot ass finally took me into a totally satiated place.  I did nothing sexual on that weekend.  On the next Wednesday I was supposed to entertain a regular in the playroom.  Instead of in my sling, he spent the afternoon at the hospital seeing to his wife.  How fast plans change…

I did nothing that day, but I did go to the bookstore on Thursday afternoon.  A minor miracle occurred.  Read on…

I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre.  But I am not sucking cock.  Mine is being serviced by a man on his knees in front of me.  We know each other from here.  I agreed the moment he asked.  He is a shorter white guy, rather doughy, but has incredible deep throat skills.  I remembered him as good, but the job he’s doing on my cock is amazing.

He gags.  Intentionally.  His mouth fills with deep throat spittle.  His tongue covers my cock with it.  Some is dripping to the floor.  Some, into my pants and his sweatshirt sleeves as he’s holding onto my open fly.  He does this repeatedly.  My cock—and the floor—and incredibly wet.

Now his right hand disappears.  He is jerking himself as he keeps impaling his throat on my rock-hard cock.  I idly wonder if he can get me off.  I am certainly closer to orgasm with these seven minutes of great oral sex than I usually am.

But the moment I think it, I jinx it.  My orgasm recedes—and with a strangled moan he shoots his load all over the floor.  He slowly comes off my dick.  He lets his mouth drain to the side me, of all the excess spit and precum.  He stands up.  I lean forward and lick the tiniest pearl of cum emerging from his piss slit.

He thanks me and takes off.  The floor beneath my legs looks like the bar in the middle of the piss party.  It’s wet everywhere.  I think about changing seats.  No one is going to want to kneel in this.  But I’m too late.  A slightly younger white guy asks to suck me.

I nod and get out “The floor is kind of…” just as he kneels in the man’s puddle of spittle and cum.  After the terrific suck session, this guy is average at best.  I watch the video and let him suck.

The door opens.  The Voyeur comes in.  I haven’t seen his handsome face for a couple of weeks.  He pulls out his long, thin dick and strokes to the head I am receiving.  He slaps my cheek a couple of times with his damp cock head.  I am willing to do more (as I am one of the men he lets suck him) but he is content to watch.

My sucker tires fast, unused to having so much in his mouth.  And maybe distracted by the Voyeur.  He glances up at him, and rather listlessly continues on.  The Voyeur takes off, with a smile.  The guy of the floor calls a halt as the door shuts.  He gets up quickly. I notice the wet patches on his knees, darkening the light blue denim.  He takes off, perhaps in pursuit of the Voyeur.

I stroke.

The Voyeur comes back in.  We are now alone in the room.  He sits to the side, taking out his cock.  He nods to me.  He wants some head after all.  I go over and kneel in front of him.  I take him into my mouth and begin to suck.  His thin dick goes so easily down my throat.  Until, that is, I get to that last half inch.  He grabs my head and pushes me down.  I choke—just what he wants to hear.  He let’s me up for air, before he does it again.

I rock back on my heels to catch my breath.  He stands up and pulls his pants and his shorts down.  They drop to his ankles.  He wants my mouth on his balls.  He loves them licked and nuzzled.  We’ve talked in the past that we are both guys with sizable cocks—and are thrilled when our cocksuckers include them in their ministrations.

I lean in and begin to lick.  He has half a day’s worth of sweat on them. My cock drools at the heady aroma.  The black orbs pull up tighter, as my tongue bathes them.  He grabs the back of my head and holds me in place.  He jerks with his other hand.

“Take it,” he murmurs.

He releases me and I swallow his cock.  He erupts in my mouth—so deep in my throat I can’t taste him at all…

*

I am alone.  Stroking.  I am just back from checking the other theatre where there was a man my age who has no interest in anyone over 40.  So, I stroke.  And think about heading home to dinner.

The door opens.  It is a young Black man, likely pushing 30.  He is tall and thin.  He wears a baseball cap with a logo I don’t recognize.  He stands next to me.  His eyes riveted on my cock.  He pulls his own out.  A nice seven incher.

“Daddy, you need that sucked…”

“I do.”

He moves around.  I wonder if the floor is still wet—but he’s kneeling before I can say anything.  He flips the hat around so the brim is out of the way.  He holds my cock at the base.  For a long moment he just looks at it.  And then he swallows me down.

“Fuuuuucccck…” I moan.

His mouth is perfect.  I love men who have skills—and this guy is every bit as good as the guy (twice his age!) who started off my afternoon.  He makes little mewling sounds each time he bottoms out with my entire length lodged in his throat.

I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations he is arousing in my cock.  His hand has gone from holding my dick to idly caressing my balls.  He suddenly comes off my dick and begins licking them.  I moan and tell him how much I love that.

He pauses for a quick huff of poppers.  He silently offers it me, by holding it aloft, as his tongue gets back to work on my fragrant balls.

And it works.  The moment the fumes hit me I begin to groan in earnest.  His tongue is under my sweaty nut sack, driving me wild.

“I’m gonna shoot…”

He instantly gobbles me down—and just in time.  He gets every drop of my cum.  I fire volley after volley deep into his throat as he moans out his approval…

The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: “Daddy, You Need that Sucked…”  April 25, 2024