Near Home—May, 2024

It was a Friday afternoon.  The first Friday of May.  I went to the bookstore that is just a few miles from me.  It started very slowly…but, oh, I am so glad I didn’t leave…

I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat—but it’s my cock getting sucked.  Well, my cock head.  A man, a good deal older than myself, asked very politely if he could suck my dick.  I’ve let him.  He is bending over to do it, as I’m guessing his knees are shot.  His mouth, on first contact, was warm, wet and welcoming.  But he won’t go any deeper than the tip of my dick.  His soft hand is wrapped around my shaft and he is jerking me into his mouth.  Roughly. 

“Please, no hand.”

He let’s go reluctantly.  But doesn’t go any deeper down on me.  In moments, the hand is back and jerking me again.  I ask for a break.  I jerk, with just a sheen of lube, in peace.

The gay couple who come here to suck cock is working the arcade today.  (We actually waved to each other in the parking lot.)  The one with a shaved head does me quite frequently.  His partner is not fond of the fact that I need to use lube, a tasteless lube, to jerk—so he doesn’t do me as often.  But today, when he comes through the door, he makes a bee line to me and gives my dick everything it was missing with the first guy.  He is constantly deep throating me and reveling in all the precum that action produces.

The first guy comes back.  He stands to the side and watches the man on his knees giving me superlative head.  He is not happy.  But he doesn’t leave.  He hovers.

My sucker takes a break.  I tell him how good that felt.  He beams—and goes out the door, likely to tell his partner.  The first guy leans down and grabs my dick before I can say anything.  Once again, he jerks me as his mouth encircles my cock head.  This time, I am very aware of his toupee.  The ‘hair’ never moves.  I ask for no hand.  He lets go for 30 seconds, and then it wraps back around my shaft.  The hand doesn’t chafe as much as before as my cock is wet from the other guy.  Now, it’s drying.  And I can’t take it.  I tell him to stop.  He gives me an injured look and leaves.

A larger man, who sports a fat cock, comes in and sits against the wall, watching me.  I have sucked him in the past.  I’m about to get up and do him when the other half of the partnered guys comes in.  He sucks my cock enthusiastically, as the light from the big screen television glints on his shaved scalp.  The larger guy watches and jerks to us.

Shaved Head soon tires and takes off.  I am just collecting myself to go suck the larger guy’s cock when Thirty Seconds walks in.  He is the guy who takes a hit of poppers just before my mouth touches him—and he cums in 30 seconds or less.  I wait.  He unzips.  His small cock is hard.  He huffs.  I take him in my mouth and…bam.   I swallow his load.

And once I have that first load, I want more.

I get up and suck the larger guy.  He loves my mouth and tells me so.  He even thinks it’s hot that I have the remnants of a guy’s load in my mouth.  He’s a talker.  Eventually he reminds me he can’t cum anymore with ejaculate, but the feeling is still there for him.   I work his cock until he gets there.  He shudders—and nary a drop of fluid is released.

I wait.  Alone in the dark room.  Stroking.

A good-looking white daddy comes in.  He stands right next to me.  He knows what I want.  And he has a cock to be sucked dry.  He unzips.  A hot, dripping seven-incher.  He tosses one glance at me, and then never looks at me again.  I go to my knees in front of him.  He moans as my lips encircle him.  Even more when I go deep.  But he doesn’t look down at me.  Or touch me.  But it doesn’t stop him from emptying his balls down my throat.  He even lets me clean him up.

I wait.

The door opens.  A man my age, with a long beard comes in.  He makes me think this is how my bud Jacob will look in 20 years.  He stands in the same place and unzips.  But he is all about stroking my head as I suck; to hold on to me and fuck my face; to get his slim fingers into my ears.  He is uncut—and loves how my tongue works the foreskin back.

I pull off him—only to get his balls.  He can’t keep his hands off his cock as I lick and massage each testicle in turn.

“I’m gonna shoot…”

I swallow him down just in time.

A lull.

I consider going home to prep dinner.

A regular, a bigger, jovial guy comes in.  He kneels and suck me—like he does every time he sees me.  He’s good.  But I am not anywhere near orgasm.

The door opens.  He quickly sits next to me before the new guy, likely late 30’s, comes in.  He’s tall and thin, wearing jeans that have seen a full day’s work, dusty work boots and a reflective orange shirt.  Fuck.  He’s one of the highway workers, rebuilding the expressway.  He glances at us and then focuses on the screen.  The video is hot and nasty.  He responds.  He unzips.  His cock in long and thin.  He strokes.

My seat partner can’t contain himself.  He gets up and goes to the guy.  “Can I suck you?”

The road worker shakes his head.

He points to me. “Then let him suck you while I suck him.”

I can’t believe that the guy nods and comes toward me, his long cock swinging.

I take him in my mouth, still seated on the bench.  His balls reek, in the best way, of a hard day’s work.  He stands motionless and let’s me work on him.  I have him breathing hard quite fast.

Then I feel the mouth on my cock.  The larger guy is watching me suck while he does the same to me.  I moan around the cock in my mouth.  Road Worker notices what’s happening and his cock drools on my tongue.

“Can I cum in your mouth?” he whispers.

I make an affirmative sound.

“Swallow, don’t spit.”

As if…

I redouble my efforts.  I want to get him off before my cock decides to spurt.  His cock is drooling non-stop now.  I pull off and lick his musky balls.  He moans—but he doesn’t touch his dick.

“Damn, you know what you’re doing…” he mumbles.

I go back to his cock.  Now, he can’t help beginning to fuck my face.  In moments, he is exploding a huge pent-up load.  He stays in my mouth, letting his cock drool every drop.  The moment he pulls it out, my cock is moments away from the finish.

“Do my balls,” I bark out.  My sucker licks them.  I give my dick a few strokes.  “Take my load,” I demand.  He’s on me.  Swallowing me down.  I pant.  I can’t stop tasting Road Worker’s cum and musk.  He has stopped putting his dick away so he can watch me spew my load…

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Swallow, Don't Spit"   May 17, 2024