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Near Home—June, 2023 A Sunday afternoon at the bookstore towards the end of June… It’s a bright afternoon. And hot. I can’t wait to get out of my hot car and into the cool building. I lock up, pay my admission and go sit in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video room. My sex life in the last few weeks has been mostly fucking, so I am certainly ready to suck some dick. There is only one man in here. He is way off to the side. He is watching the sex on the screen quite avidly—but does not pay any attention to the fact that there is now someone else in the room. I stroke. The video is fairly hot. I like to see all three holes in play if I’m watching straight sex. It’s happening here. And sometimes with two men filling two at the same time. The door opens. A man around my age comes in. He’s a regular—and loves to suck me. I let him have his way with my cock. He’s good—but I have never even been close to orgasm with his mouth on me. I think of him as a great warm-up sucker. And he proves me right. He sucks my dick and licks my balls (when I remind him) until his knees give out. I stroke. The other man in the room leaves, having shot discreetly into a piece of paper towel he produced from inside his underwear. A thickly built, white man enters. He is my age, too. He sports a long dark blond beard with closely cropped hair on top. He has a rather weathered face that makes me think he works outside. He chooses to sit right next to me on my two-seater. He kneads his jeans with a big hand. His thick fingers squeeze his covered erection as the action on the screen heats up. A light skinned Black man enters. I haven’t seen him in ages. (He is not the man who, in recent posts, I talk having the same size/shape cock as mine, in just a darker hue. It has been so long since I’ve seen this guy, he may not even have a blog entry.) He is, perhaps, just turning 50 and is in great shape. He pulls me up and gives me a hug. “It’s been forever…” I agree with him. “I finally got fucked by a guy with a thin cock…” I remember that when we first met, he wanted my cock but knew he couldn’t take me as he was an anal virgin. He would rub my shaft up and down his ass crack, each time we happened to meet. “Do you think I can take it?” “One way to find out. Get me good and wet.” He goes to his knees. I had forgotten how good his mouth skills are. He sucks and licks and leaves copious amounts of his spit all over my head and shaft. “Eat me out—like you used to…” He drops his shorts around his ankles. I suddenly remember the old set up here, back when there were actual folding theatre seats in what became the gay cinema. He would bend over down front, leaning on the seats and I would lick his hole and ass crack. And then my cock would be sliding up and down between his furry cheeks. He bends and I begin lick his butt. I have no idea, now, if it is looser than it was. It still feels like a very tight pucker. I lick and spit and lube my dick—for I am going to need way more than spit to get inside him. The man with the full beard opens his fly and strokes to the sex happening next to him. “Lick me some more…Please.” I keep drilling with my tongue. He is stroking his rather, short but thick dick. Finally, I stand up. For a minute or two I slide up and down his crack, like the old days. But now my cock head targets his pucker. I push. It slowly seems to open. He groans. “Go slow.” I can’t go any slower—or I won’t be entering him at all. I back up and try again. It feels like half my cock head is in him. He groans like I am full embedded in his ass. I rock into him and back. I am not going any deeper. I re-lube. This time, I get maybe another quarter inch into him. “I feel so full,” he groans beneath me. And suddenly, it’s all over. He spurts onto the floor under him. He cleans up, proud that he ‘took’ me. I don’t say anything. He leaves—very happy. “That was hot,” says my seat mate. His hand reaches out and strokes my cock. I tell him how little got into the guy. The door opens. The man who sucked me earlier returns. This time he sucks the man with the beard, while I am slowly jacked by those hands with the thick fingers. As usual, in about 7 minutes, the sucker’s knees tire. He excuses himself. “I’ve wanted to do this for the last hour…” The man with the beard leans over and takes me deep into his mouth. His beard feels fabulous on my balls. He has one of those tongues that never stops moving. Usually, side by side sucks can be a rotten angle for my cock, but not with him. He is making me feel very good. He groans with all my dick deep inside his throat. He comes up for air and begins to deep throat me each time. I surprise myself with the words: “You want my load?” He grunts out an affirmative—and I give it to him. Five big blasts and he swallows it all… I am panting. He comes up for air. “Would you fuck me sometime?” he asks. “If you clean my dick up…” He smirks and licks me clean. Phone numbers are exchanged and I go home sated… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Do You Think I Can Take It?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 19, 2023

Near Home—June, 2023 I came home from Fornication Weekend feeling very sated. But, of course, in a couple of days, my balls really needed to be emptied. None of my regulars were available mid-week. And, frankly, sitting in a cool, dark place stroking to porn sounded rather attractive on this unseasonably hot June day… The parking lot this afternoon is about half full. I go in and pay my admission, piss and head into the straight theatre. I interrupt a blowjob happening at the back. They pause until I sit down and pull out my cock. Once they know I’m safe, they go right back to it. I look around. No one else is in here. I stroke to the movie, throwing one glance back at the guys who are playing. The man receiving head is unknown to me. The man giving it is a semi-regular. I am sure over the years, he must have done the same for me at some point, though I can’t remember playing with him. He is a good 5 to 10 years older than I am—and is very reserved until he gets a cock in his mouth. He is tall and rather gaunt, but with a full mane of grey hair. And he must be doing something right, for the guy in his mouth is moaning. I stroke. The movie is only ok. I am just about to go next door when I feel someone standing behind me. I turn. It’s the guy who was getting head. He is tall, too, and around my age. I think he wants to try another mouth, but no, he reaches down and pulls me up. “You need to have this guy do you,” he hisses. I go along—happy to get some head. The guy in the cocksucker’s chair opens wide—and I am treated to a really fine BJ. This guy has a velvet mouth. The two of us take turns in him—letting him do whatever he likes. The one time I start to fuck his face I can tell instantly that it is not his thing. I stop and let him go back to his routine. The door opens. A trucker type comes in. For whatever reason, our cocksucker bolts out of his seat and out the door. We wait a bit—but he’s gone. The guy who corralled me now whispers “Let’s go next door.” We do. There is just one man in here. Are the owners of all those cars all in the arcade? The guy gets busy on my dick. He is not anywhere as good as the previous sucker, rather toothy and hurried. When his canines connect with me once more—and I suggest I take a turn on him. He has a respectable six incher which makes for an easy deep throat. In moments, he holds my ears and unloads. He leaves just as quickly as the first guy. The other man in the room is sitting as far away from where we were playing as possible. He makes no eye contact now. I wait a minute and go next door to see what the trucker is up to. As I go in, the guy stands up and fires a massive load all over the floor. Without any attempt at clean up, he just stuffs himself back into his underwear and leaves. I stroke. All alone. Now in the cocksucker’s seat. The movie changes. It is much better. All sex and no ‘acting.’ The door opens. A slightly husky Black man enters. He looks mid thirties or so. He comes in—standing just inside the door, letting his eyes adjust. He sees me and comes to lean against the back wall—though every other seat in the room is available. This makes me smile—and jerk a little faster. He avoids eye contact; seemingly all his attention is on the screen where two Black men are ravishing a petite Caucasian blonde. He kneads his jeans. His bulge grows as the guys on the screen move into doing a DP on her. His hand opens his fly and disappears inside. And for the first time he looks down at me. “Fuck…” he whispers, looking at my cock. “You should take yours out—that looks uncomfortable.” He opens the top button and let’s a bigger than average cock spring free. It has a slight curve to it. We stroke to the double dicking on the screen. He moves. I think for a second, it’s to give me his cock, but it’s not, it’s to sit next to me. We stroke. Eventually, I feel his hand knock mine away and heft my dick. I start to reach for him but he catches my hand. I am not prepared for his next sentence. “I want you to fuck me.” I just nod. “But not here—in a booth.” We pull our clothes together. He leads me to the middle booth that is supposed to be used for previewing movies. He is stripping before I can get the door bolted. The first thing I see is an intricate and beautiful tattoo on his beautifully pumped-up chest. I tell him how hot it is, as I open my fly. I am not ditching my pants with my boots on. “Fuck me,” he says, now totally naked. He bends—holding on to the padded seat. I go to my knees and bury my face in his furry ass. He gasps—and then groans as my tongue is all over his tight pucker. The hairy here is tightly kinked and luxurious. I happily lick and spit, getting his hole dripping. I stand up, my dick lubed and throbbing. “Go slow…” My cock head is pushing, gently, into his loosened pucker. His hole sucks me in—he really wants me. I only have to push in the last inch. I stop. I hear the poppers open. The fumes fill the little space. I wait a moment and begin fucking. His hand finds his dick. He begins beating his meat in tempo with my thrusting. His hole is wet and hot. And slippery. He is pushing back now—meeting each thrust of my cock. Without thinking, my hand slaps his full butt cheek, making more noise than we should here. “You fuck me just right,” he pants. “I can take it.” I am plowing into him now with all my might. His hole is spasming on my cock. “I’m gonna shoot…” he groans. I stop thrusting—but stay inside. I squeeze down—making my cock head expand inside his guts. That does it—he explodes all over the floor and maybe the seat he’s leaning on. I pull out. He stands upright rather shakily. I embrace him, arms tight around his chest. We hold that for a long moment, before I hand him a napkin. He cleans his hand. But I go to my knees and clean up all the cum on his cock… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Fuck Me Just Right" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 11, 2023