[FelchingPisser] Turning the Tables

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Near Home—October, 2012

I have been back to a chaotic work schedule that has left me with no time to write. Add to that, my playroom has reverted to a bedroom, and worse, I’ve had no time to have any kind of sex. Last night I had some time, but no place. And online, not one interested man wanted to host. What was my dick to do? Go to the bookstore. A Wednesday night—but it was fairly busy. Almost instantly I was sucking off a cocky fucker in the front row of the theatre. (A cute young man left in a hurry when he saw me go down on him.) I looked up as I was deep throating his hard twenty-something cock and saw that he had his lips around a large ebony cock. Good times. I got both of them off, swallowing both loads, while receiving only half assed head in the process.

I move to the aisle seat in the back row.

I watch some really sleazy straight porn all by myself. It’s a whole movie of two guys putting both their cocks in the young woman’s ass. Occasionally they screw her in the usual hetro DP fashion, but mostly it is two cocks jammed together and making her squeal. And it’s damn hot. One guy is French. He has no problem licking her ass and pussy after the other guy has been up her---something I have never seen in straight porn.

The door behind me bangs open.

It’s the young man who left when I went down on the first guy. He stands against the back wall. He’s dressed in clothes that look straight from his office job though it’s now 10pm. After another quick glance, I decide he is not quite as young as I first thought—end of his 30’s most likely. He stands plastered against the back wall, doing his best not to look at my drooling erection as I stroke, but at the television. His hands are fig leafed over the fly of his khakis.

I watch, stroke and make a guttural sound as massive cum shots go down the woman’s throat. I look behind me again. He’s stroking. I thought I’d heard him. Has he come back for the same treatment as the guy I did in the front row? I look around. I take a huge hit of Jungle Juice Platinum.

“You want that sucked?”

He says nothing, but he stops stroking, his hands drop to his side.

I stand up, then kneel in front of him. I go down on him easily. I groan as if it’s the best cock I’ve sucked all night. The aural compliment makes him drool a little precum. I can’t get all the way to the root of his only slightly better than average cock with his khakis and large belt buckle. I undo them. He lets them fall. There’s no underwear in the way. I take him to the root. His hands are again at this side, the light glinting off of his wedding band.

My left hand snakes up and strokes his downy balls. Then it creeps back along the perineum. It touches his pucker. His cock becomes rock hard in my mouth. He bends his legs slightly—and my middle finger is lost in his hot, wet hole.

I feel a visceral change in me from servicing this guy to wanting him to serve my needs. I stand up.

“Suck my cock,” I hiss.

He’s on his knees instantly—giving me really great head. I decide he had left earlier not because he was put off by us having sex, but because I’d invaded his territory. I hold my hand on the back on his head. He has me deep throated perfectly—no teeth, just all wetness and heat. I let him off, but he holds it longer until he gags as he pulls off me. I think for a second he’s going to actually retch on the floor, but he recovers, takes a deep breath, and swallows me again. This time I hold him in place. Longer than I normally would. He comes up, gagging and thankful. Long strands of spittle shine in the half light.

We repeat that move.

Several times.

A little longer in his gullet each time.

Now I want more.

“Get up.”

He rises. I grab his hips and turn him around. My finger finds his hole. He groans. I think he’s going to say “no,” but he just bends slightly. I finger fuck him for a bit. My cock brushes down his ass crack as I kneel and taste his hole. I’ve made it wet. I don’t think he can believe I’m rimming him in a public place. I can hear his breathing go up with his nerves, but then he gives in and fully bends, holding onto the closed door for support.

I’m rimming him deep. He’s hot and wet. My fingers and his cocksucking have primed him for fucking. I stand up. My cock presses against his hole. He stands up, pulling me out.

“Bend, fucker.” I need his hole.

I kneel once more. I am pushing vast amounts of saliva up his ass. He doesn’t stroke himself. I just listen to his quick intakes of breath.

I rise again. “You know you want it.” My cock presses against his hole.

“ARGH!” He stands straight, twists away from me and shoots five blasts of cum out of his spasming cock onto the sticky floor. I’m on my knees and take blasts six and seven in my mouth.

He’s gone, without cleaning up at all.

I don’t see another soul all night.

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