Feeder Posted August 3, 2010 Report Share Posted August 3, 2010 To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Is there anything hotter than a cocksucker on his knees surrounded by dick? One could argue the point: No! Yet there I was on my knees in a bookstore booth with one man in front of me, one to my left and one to my right. Let me start from the beginning. After a long long work day, I was nearby the iffy bookstore where I plunk down $10 for the “privilege” of having to navigate through sparse amounts of men and even sparser decent ones – yet I continue to do it. It sucks being an addict. I picked a booth and sat in it (remember, this place has no doors on their booths). A decent looking guy took the one across from me. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw how decent. That would be ‘very’. The guy didn’t sit, but stood just out of the door view but I could see the head and first 2” of his dick. It was nice too. He never peeked into my booth and I got tired of hoping he would. I stood up and walked out of mine and into his doorway. He didn’t signal me in, but he didn’t tell me to go. I placed my hand his THICK piece of meat and he let me. It was my invitation. He was watching a straight porn and he never really looked at me, so I went down to my knees. Even for me, it was tough to wrap my lips around this dick-girth, but after I got on it, I could take him all the way down – and he got thick the farther down you went. I’d say he was straight, but the metal cockring seemed to say ‘homo’. He looked like a younger Vince Vaughn, but with a big dick. Straight guys don’t wear cockrings, right? I’ve yet to meet one. This guy never looked down or paid me any mind. Fine with me. Let him get off on his straight bangin’ movie – and if he does it in my mouth, so be it. I won’t lie, blowing him was tiring. He was rock rock rock hard and wasn’t in any hurry to get off. I like a challenge though, even if my jaw was looking to tire out or be dislocated. As I was sucking I heard a noise outside the booth. I look out and in the little corridor, there is a guy sucking another guy - but both are still watching me suck this big guy. Neither guy was awful, so I didn't care if they watched, neither did the feeder. As these things happen, with no indication of telling them to leave, the two pushed the envelope and entered the booth. Me on my knees - the original guy in front of me and now one on each side of me. Both the new guys had decent dicks...7" or so. The one on my right was thicker, but it was the one on my left who had all the initiative of the group. He took my head and placed it on his penis. I looked up and saw his eyes roll back and his baseball capped head lean back against the wall behind him. I eventually moved to the guy on my right, but he wasn't incredibly into it all (he was the one eating out in the hall). The ballcap guy took my head and placed it onto the original guy as well. I sucked. I hate to say it but I had to use my hand on this guy. He was big. He was super thick. He was gonna need some extra attention that even an experienced cocksucker would have trouble with. But I think having two other guys there didn't hurt his mindset. He muttered he was gonna cum and the guy in the ballcap just nodded at/to me. I wasn't looking for his permission to take the load, but it was kind of a hot move on his part. Mr Vaughn-like oozed his load out into my mouth. There was plenty of cum, but it didn't shoot out, it was just kind of there - like a slow moving tar pit would encroach across the land. It tasted fine but like him, it was there, and while nice to look at (or taste), it was subdued. He buckled up and ambled out, Mr. Ballcap took my head in both his hands and directed me back to him. The same sigh, the same eyes rolling back and head leaning back. But this time he kept his hands on my head and directed my movements. He was into it. And while he was a bit rough around the edges in terms of appearance, he had the right moves and attitude. His grip tightened and he unleashed quite a load into my mouth - nice and sweet too. With no acknowledgement of what we had just done, he zipped up and walked out. That left me with the other guy, which at this time I realized he had NO PANTS ON. Where they were, I have no idea. The reason he wasn't into me sucking him that much was that he wanted to suck me. That's not why I dropped $10 at this place. He did tell me he had gotten Mr. Ballcap off earlier that afternoon, so I got load #2 and it was a good one. At some point I left and walked around. I looked at all the guys I wouldn't touch and shook my head as many followed me - I didn't want to give false encouragement. It wasn't gonna happen no matter how horny I was. I did run into a guy who was ok and he joined me in a booth. Nicely built but with an ugly ass bandanna wrapped around his head like Olivia Newton-John might have done in 1981. Turns out he wanted to suck me. I let him and he was just not that good. I was not staying hard and he was almost too much enthusiasm to have any technical expertise. He also mentioned he didn't swallow - so what was the point? I did get him to let me suck him for a bit and when I was down on him, who would show up at the door but Mr. Ballcap. Once again, he entered on his own and directed my mouth to his dick. I ended up going back and forth between the two and it turns out they just started making out. Really into each other. I got both of their cockheads into my mouth, but it was hard to keep them there with all their kissing and writhing. Mr. Bandanna was the first to get his nut on....or off. He put it in my mouth and I gladly did something he wouldn't do - swallow. This just set Mr. Ballcap off again. I was getting at least this third load of the day - and while it wasn't as big as the one I had taken 45 minutes before, it wasn't too shabby at all. All in all, it was a decent day at the bookstore. More... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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