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Near Home—December, 2023 I needed my cock sucked. I wanted to just sit back, watch some porn and let the regulars at the bookstore get their fill of my dick. It was a Tuesday, a day I’d learned I could depend on finding who I needed… Another in the category of ‘Man plans and God laughs…’ I walk into the straight theatre. The man I have christened The Voyeur is waving his very hard, very black cock in front of someone’s face. I assume I have just interrupted a blow job in progress. I sit on the side of the room and away from them. I take out my cock. The Voyeur sits down next to the guy, a man I’ve never seen before. He is white, likely 50, maybe a little less. The Voyeur whispers in his ear. The guy stands up. He is dressed in work clothes. He could easily be one of the men doing the road work on the local Interstate. The Voyeur stands and they move towards me. “Suck our dicks.” The Voyeur’s thin cock slaps my cheek. It leaves some precum in my beard. The Voyeur all but pulls me out of my seat and I go to my knees. The Voyeur begins to fuck my face. No warm up licking allowed. He is in need. He fucks, using only about two thirds of his length. Then he pushes all of himself down my throat. His last half inch makes me choke. The other guy pulls me off The Voyeur. And onto him. My face is shoved into his hairy balls, fragrant from a morning’s work. I lick them, thoroughly. He lets me work up the thick shaft of his above average cock. His head is drooling. I lick him clean and take him into my mouth. He groans. He doesn’t fuck my face. Yet. He just let’s me get to know his sweaty dick. The smell of him is making my own cock spew pre-cum. It’s fresh sweat and wonderful. Suddenly, I am pulled back onto The Voyeur. This time he let’s me suck him at my own speed and using all the tricks of my tongue. The road worker strokes his now wet cock, occasionally slapping my cheek with it. I suck the Voyeur until he pushes me back onto the other dick. This time the Road Worker fucks my face. I have to oval big, but he’s not going to make me gag with his length. My hand finds his wet balls. I caress them as he fucks into my face. “I’m going to shoot,” barks out The Voyeur. I make it back onto the erupting dick just in time. I get a mouthful of sperm and then he pushes deeper to let it drain straight down my throat. I can feel when he’s no longer shooting and work him out of my throat and back into my mouth. I get the last dribble on my tongue. But The Voyeur is too sensitive for a clean up. He pulls me off him and pushes me towards the other dick. I briefly wonder if a load in my mouth will turn the other guy off. It turns him on. He fucks my mouth again. When he pauses, I go for his balls. I can’t get enough of them. He jerks happily as I take each of the hairy orbs into my mouth. I bend down and pull his balls up. I lick the spot right behind them. He stops stroking himself as he moans out his pleasure. I go back to his dick. “I’m gonna give you such a big load…” he mumbles. “Give it to him,” says The Voyeur, who has been doing up his pants while watching us. I stop licking his balls and go back to sucking cock. And it’s working. The guy is close. I feel him tense up. “I’m gonna shoot.” I don’t go anywhere. I pick up the pace. “Oh, fuck….” And the guy is there. He is shooting a massive load into my mouth. The Voyeur always shoots big, but this guy has him beat. He fires volley after volley of cum into my mouth. It is thick, viscous and flavorful. I have to swallow fast not to choke. I feel The Voyeur pat my shoulder and I hear him leave as I get every last drop out of Road Worker. He lets me clean his cock with my tongue. He even lets me lick his balls, briefly, before I go back and get the last drop oozing out of his deflating cock. “I needed that,” he says gruffly and shoves his package back into his boxer briefs. He gives me a playful pat on the top of my head. “You have a great dick,” he says as an afterthought. “Hope you find some lucky guy.” And he leaves. I am still on my knees. My head is swimming with what just happened. The change of my plans was hot—and I had just swallowed two huge loads in my first eleven minutes. But it was not to continue. Almost no one else was around. No one sucked my cock. A hot, long-haired man stroked to me stroking—but all he wanted to do was to heft the size of my dick and call me a “lucky fucker.” As indeed I am… The original, and some good comments, are here: From My Side of the Sling: Tables Turned December 21, 2023

Near Home—December, 2023 It was the first Saturday afternoon of December. I was having a hard time scheduling the playroom, so I went to the bookstore closest to home. Last month, I had found a slightly different crowd on a Saturday afternoon, so I waited to go then… The parking lot is barely filled. I sigh, then tell myself that means the men may be more playful. I pay my admission and go into the straight theatre. The few men seem to be here. I sit against the side wall. Two men are also seated and watching the porn. Two others are standing against the back wall. I recognize by sight the seated men. They are regulars—both who rarely do anything but watch. One of them occasionally jerks his condomed cock, to make sure that his load is contained and does not stain his clothes. The men against the back wall are new to me. They are both in their late 60’s or early 70’s. One is chewing guy so loudly that it fills the small space. The other waits a moment as I unbutton my fly and my cock erects. Then, he makes a beeline to me. He asks politely if he can help. I nod and he pulls a chair next to mine and bends to suck. It’s an odd angle, but I can still tell he has good skills. The gum chewer comes closer to observe. He stands behind me. The pop and crack of his gum is deafening. It puts my cocksucker off his game. He throws a look at him and tries to continue. The guy doesn’t leave. My sucker finally continues, working hard, sure I’m going to shoot any second. Soon, it all becomes too much for him—the odd bend, the presence of the other guy and my not being a 30 second load. He gives up and heads back to the cocksucker’s seat. Gum chewer tries to move right in. I decline. He stomps to the back wall. The two confer. I am now almost sure they are partners. They talk in hushed tones and leave together. I watch the video. It is one of those that takes forever to get to the sex—as the two people try to act. I do myself up and go next door. There are two men here, both kneading plumped up crotches, covered by their pants. I nod to a regular (the guy who used to take me bare and now wants a condom) and another, hotter guy who seems to have come right from his construction job. He nods to me and unzips. He hauls out a bigger than average, hardening cock and a massive ball sack. We eye each other for another minute. I want to suck this guy. I am on my knees. He lets go of his cock and I take him in my mouth. He’s girthier than he looked from across the room. I mind my canines and go to work on him. He grunts his approval and closes his eyes, blocking out the skinny boys on the video screen. I am constantly swallowing his precum. He drips it continually. For variety, my left hand now strokes his cock as my mouth goes to that big bag of balls. He groans. His hand replaces mine on his cock. I lick and suck on his nuts. I work my tongue back up to the shaft of his cock. His hand goes to his spittle slicked balls. He twists and pulls them. Hard. And I remember him. I’ve done him before. My hand goes to the top of the ball sack. I encircle it and tighten. Then I pull them down. He pants, nodding at me. I do it again. Harder. He groans. I pull again, my mouth still on his cock. This time my left hand closes tightly on the nuts themselves, squeezing them. “Yesss….” he pants. He likes my mouth on his dick, but he likes to jerk to my ball abuse even more. I let him masturbate as I alternate squeezing first one and then the other of his bull balls. My tongue keeps licking up his dripping precum. This eventually makes him stop stroking and allows me to suck him again, now with both hands of mine alternating a squeeze on his testicles. I get him closer and closer to unloading. “Oh, fuck!” His hand touches my head—he wants to jerk. I let him. I keep squeezing. He grabs his cock and in moments he is shooting buckets. The first shot hits my beard. The rest stays on his cock head and fist. When he slows down, I lean in to lick him clean. He loves this—he is not super sensitive at all. I clean his cock head, the shaft and even his fingers. He pulls out a fast-food napkin, but realizes there is really no need for it. He stuffs it back in his pocket. I roll back on my heels. He stands up and zips up. The mound of cock and balls makes a hot looking bulge in the front of his work pants. “Thanks,” he grins. “And it’s back to work.” * I did stay a little longer. The Latino, who is now cross dressing. arrived. He wanted to be fucked, but neither of us had a condom. Eventually, he stripped off his male attire, down to his feminine undergear jerked to the video. He came over and fed me his cum…but it was nothing like the main event… The original can be found here: From My Side of the Sling: Twisting the Balls That Feed Me December 17, 2023

Near Home—November, 2023 It can hardly be a surprise that after re-connecting with Braydon, the cumdump cub, that we’d both want to play some more. We talked about him coming to the playroom, but we both kind of liked the idea of including more men at the bookstore. It was the last day of November, a Thursday afternoon. I got there a half hour before our agreed upon arrival time. Braydon was already there—sniffing out potential playmates… We find each other in the straight theatre. I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat. I’ve just gotten out my cock and am stroking. There is one other man here, much more interested in the video than me. Braydon comes in. He stands next to me. We chat. He tells me he’s been here for an hour and it’s slow. He goes to his knees and pushes mine wider apart. I sit with my legs spread wide and sprawled. He inhales deeply, his mouth hovering over my balls. He moans very softly and surprises me by licking the hairy sack. He goes deeper, under them, pulling them up by pulling my cock towards my chest. He licks them until the hair on the wrinkly skin is dripping wet. Only then does he work his tongue up the shaft of my cock. He groans again as he licks up the drop of pre-cum off my cockhead. He swallows me down—and then begins actually sucking my dick. We have a voyeur. The man who was watching the movie has moved back to watch. He is white, a little older than me, but just about as tall and thin. His dick is now out and he is stroking as he watches Braydon service my cock and then another round on my wet balls. Braydon stops and looks up for me. “I’m going next door and undress. Come fuck me over there.” I nod and he takes off. The moment the door slams, the older man offers me his cock. I nod and take him into my mouth. He’s been stroking a lot, to the video and to us. I get a mouthful of cum very fast. I don’t swallow. He zips up and I stand, covering my raging dick by holding my old winter coat in front of it. I go into the gay theatre. Braydon is naked but for socks. He kneels on a chair, the moment he sees that it’s me. I move behind him, tossing my coat in another chair. My cock flops down, grazing his ass crack. Now I kneel, pull his ample butt cheeks apart and begin to smear the semen in my mouth all over his hole. “Fuck…he groans. “You’re doing it again. Who’s cum is it? That old guy’s?” I make an affirmative grunt, prodding the creamy mess into Braydon’s pucker. “Fill me. Fuck me with that cum…” I stand up and push my dick into his well-lubed ass. I fuck him hard. Deep, long strokes. I hear the poppers open and he moans as they hit. I slow down my drilling, making the strokes slow and deliberate. I really want someone to walk in and give him a cock to suck, but it’s not to be. Braydon finally asks for a break. He gets dressed and goes hunting in the arcade. I prefer the nastier porn in the straight theatre so I go back to the back row. Eventually he finds me there. “This place is dead,” he groans as he sinks between my spread legs once more. He swallows me down and gives me more head. Once again when he’s had enough, he tells me to meet him next door. I give him a few minutes before I head over. There are two men here watching him shed his clothes. The Black Voyeur with the long, thin cock strokes to the strip. A middle-aged white man kneads his crotch as he sees Braydon toss his clothes on the chair. Once Braydon is truly naked, I move behind him and bend him over. He grabs the back of the chair. The moment I start rimming Braydon, the other guy unzips and is stroking his cock, too. I stand up. My cock finds his still cummy hole. I push in. The guys stroke as I fuck. “His mouth is available if you don’t want his ass,” I tell them. Neither move. I fuck harder. Showing off the length of my dick with each stroke. “Come closer,” I urge. “Watch him take it.” The Black Voyeur, who I know so well, stands up and moves around to Braydon’s head. He doesn’t give him his cock, but he is stroking so close, Braydon must be able to smell his sweaty crotch. The other man now moves over to Braydon’s side. “If you don’t want to fuck him,” I whisper to the guy at his side, “cum on him. Cover him with your load.” The words work. The guy, in just a few more strokes, splatters Braydon’s back and hip. He watches as I mop it up with my hand, pull out and coat my cock with it. I fuck it into Braydon. “You are a hot pig,” the Black Voyeur says as he strokes harder. The other guy puts his cock away and watches for a long moment before taking off. In a few more strokes, the Black Voyeur put his cock away, too, and goes next door. I churn the loads for another moment—and then make Braydon clean my cock. He does so, savoring the new load covering it. Once again, we separate. I stay in the gay theatre as the porn has improved. Braydon roams the rest of the building. He is soon back. “Nobody else is here—at least that wants to play.” He gets naked again. He moves a chair in front of me and kneels on it. “Eat my ass,” he pleads. He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I rim and even felch a little of the two loads I have shove up him. My cock drools. I don’t waste it, I stand up and smear it on his ass lips, telling him just what I’m doing. Braydon groans. “Stick it in me.” I do. And suddenly I’m fucking him again. Hard. With a purpose. My balls are telling me to breed. But each time I feel I’m close, the feeling recedes. I pause. I go to the floor and eat the churned cum that is seeping out of his ass. He moans and tells me he wants my load. I stand up and fuck him again. And I know I’m there. My hips have a mind of their own. I just keep pumping into him. “Fuuuck!” I begin to unload. I hold still and just let my balls empty. “Every drop, Daddy.” He squeezes down on me, milking my dick for all it’s worth. I stay in him a long time. I don’t trust myself to move. Finally, I do. He demands my cock to clean—and I try, but it’s just too sensitive… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Three Fucks of Braydon December 13, 2023