A gay story: Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 31 In which our hero takes a day off.
It is raining and forecast to continue so for the entire day and into the weekend. A planned bicycle competition that included a Friday vacation day has now been canceled resulting in an unexpected free day. No social obligations, a day off work, and no bicycle training or competitions. I spend a leisurely morning sorting through the life demands of laundry, groceries, and the odd trip here and there. Finally the lunch hour arrives and so my anonymous hobby day is to begin. It is a work day for most of the rest of the world. I plan to visit the video shop in time for the anticipated lunch time rush, spend a few hours in idle amusement in the theater, and then catch the after work crowd back in the video shop. In short, I plan to make a day of cock worship. It remains only to marshal my strength and reserves. To that end, I enjoy a fortifying lunch as it will need to last me through the long and painful hours of the afternoon spent on my knees.
I arrive at the video shop just at the noon hour and nod a greeting to the staff member on duty. We have never actually talked so I have no idea if she is an owner or just an employee of the place. My continued use of the facility has made us acquaintances of a sort to the extent that she commonly provides a nod of recognition as she does on this occasion. I cash in some money for machine tokens and head through the doorway and up the stairs to the video booth area. To no surprise at all I see the expected lunch time crowd, men in various work garb mill about the rooms, each seeking their own pleasure. An artifact of my regular use of this facility is that I sometimes see a face that I have seen here before. Today is not atypical as I observe a familiar suit milling about the playlist. I have had him before I recall to myself and immediately attempt to remember the details of the encounter. A pleasant encounter I believe with a quite ordinary specimen. The latter is not a criticism, and in fact is a very positive endorsement in that a pleasant encounter with an ordinary cock meant he easily performed with no struggles and I had a good time.
I walk past suit toward an available booth and give him the slightest nudge as I pass to ensure that he sees me. I enter the booth, leaving the door open, and like clockwork suit enters as expected. As we recognize each other from a past encounter, no time is lost in preliminaries. Suit immediately drops his slacks to his ankles and as I descend, he is hardening nicely in the full anticipation of what is to come. Kneeling in front of him, I put my hands on the wall on either side of his hips and stare in admiration. As I recalled, his specimen is entirely average in length and girth. His cock is jutting out from his white belly and his balls hang down between his legs. I look up at him and see that he is staring down at me and his erect shaft. I reach up between his legs and cup his balls in one of my hands. I roll them in the palm of my hand for several minutes all the time looking up at him. His cock bobs in front of me and the tip occasionally brushes against my face. I ask him if he has brought a full load in these balls. He breathes a husky affirmation and arches his hips out, the head of his cock shaft stabbing my face.
I open my mouth and engulf his organ. The cock shaft clenches strongly in my mouth with the pleasure of this welcoming embrace. I hold him there in my mouth for some long minutes, enjoying the never ending pleasure and fascination of supplicating on my knees on the manhood of another. I reflect to myself that the day is getting off to a very good start with a hard cock in my mouth within five minutes of entering the shop. As I have had this cock before, I have no concerns about what is to follow and the ability of suit to perform. I begin with some moderate cock sucking, drawing my lips up and down on the shaft. He is deliciously hard in my mouth and modest sized cocks are perfect for this purpose. I enjoy the up and down on the shaft for some minutes, occasionally flicking my tongue on the sweet spot under the head. As I cock suck, I reflect on the beauty of a well-shaped large organ. But for sheer enjoyment of the cock suck, the one in my mouth at this moment is the perfect size. I reassure myself of this truth by easily sliding the head of his cock into my throat. I press my face into his belly and hold him there for a long moment. I feel his cock clench spasmodically in my throat. Each time I feel him clench in my throat, my own organ clenches in sympathetic acknowledgement of the shared pleasure of the experience. I ram my face back and forth into his belly for a short moment, the head of his cock sliding easily in and out of the constriction of my throat.
I withdraw completely and take several deep gasping breathes. His cock is bobbing madly in front of my face, gleaming from the wet slop of my mouth. I engulf the organ again and madly cock suck for a moment before again releasing the organ. He bobs and jerks in front of me. Again I engulf the hard shaft and bob my head up and down in a wet, noisy cock suck. I can taste the essence of him and as always, the hardness of the cock in my mouth is electrifying. I slam my face into his belly and grab his hips, pulling him against me. His cock clenches strongly in my throat. I slam my face against his belly again and again, throat fucking myself on his rigid shaft. Again I abruptly withdraw and take deep ragged breathes. I am mad for his cum. I look alternately at suit and his jutting cock, bobbing and jerking in frustrated abandonment. I lean forward and flick my tongue on the underside of the cock head, teasing the sweet spot. I repeat this several times. Each time the shaft jumps at the pleasure of this caress. I reach up and grasp the shaft at the base with my fingers. Holding the cock shaft, I lean forward and flutter caress the sweet spot with my tongue. I continue this and I hear him above me gasping in pleasure. I continue the flutter licking of the sweet spot as fast as I can. He gasps and squirms and I can feel him shaking. I feel him go rigid in front of me. A long mewling cry follows and I feel his semen blast out of the tip of his cock and splash into my open mouth. I press the sweet spot of his organ down on my lower lip, and pump vigorously on his shaft. He spews his semen in torrid blasts of ejaculate onto my welcoming tongue.
I continue pumping on the shaft with my fingers long after he completes his ejaculation, the ongoing grunts of pleasure confirming that the climax has fully consumed him. Eventually I release my grip on his cock shaft and take the organ into my mouth, squeezing very gently, the shaft bathing in his ejaculate. I hold his cock in my mouth reflecting on the never ending variety of techniques for providing oral pleasure on the male organ. As I kneel in front of him, supplicating on his cock, I hear murmurs of pleasure and gratification. Eventually I withdraw, his softening organ flopping down, smearing my chin with a mixture of saliva and semen. I stand and lean back against my wall. I am stiff in my slacks but have no desire to touch or climax. Rather my thought is only the long wished possibility that I could fill him back up so that I could suck the cum out of his cock again. I swallow his cum as I leave the room, leaving suit to restore order in private.
As I walk down the hallway I look up and observe another man that I have had before. This one is CocaCola, a reference to the work garb in which he is attired. I assume he drives a local delivery truck and this shop is a reasonably convenient stop-off. I reflect back on the previous encounter with CC, not entirely favorably. CC has a very unusual specimen which sparked my recognition of disfavor. I have encountered this type of specimen once before and noted then the unusual shape of the erection and performance of the organ. The two men could be brothers, although they look nothing at all alike, except for the mirror image nature of their organs at full mast. The cock in question is longer than average, approximately seven inches, or perhaps a bit more. But it is not round. Rather the organ has the appearance of several slabs pressed together; the slabs made of the hardest steel as the erect organ is exceptionally rigid. It is the size, shape, and rigidity of the organ that generates the disfavor in that it wears out one’s jaws. I recall that CocaCola had some staying power which only exacerbated the issue.
CocaCola sees me and I observe an expression of pleasurable recognition on his face. He immediately enters a room and leaves the door open. I walk past and look in his room and observe CC in the process of lowering his clothes to his ankles. His organ is sticking out from his belly and he is fully erect. Obviously he was expecting me to service him again. I stop and look into his room, mulling over the situation. In a minute CC is standing, looking at me, his unusually shaped organ jutting straight out and throbbing. I enter the room and close the door behind me. CC is shorter than I with a burly physique. His organ looks entirely in character. I wrap my hand and fingers around the shaft and squeeze. Or at least I attempt to squeeze but I find the shaft feels like granite and is incapable of being compressed.
I begin stroking the cock shaft with my hand. I am struck again with the unusual shape and feel of the organ. I reach down between his legs with my other hand and cup his balls. I roll the eggs in the palm of my hand, teasing the skin with my fingertips. I continue sliding my hand up and down on the shaft, alternating between light teasing caresses and hard pumping. I wonder what effect I am having as there is no change in the hardness of the organ, already as rigid as any cock I have ever encountered. I swipe my thumb over the tip of the organ and find a small pearl of leakage. I use this to tease the sweet spot under the head that evokes a gasp from CC and murmurs of pleasure.
It is clear that I am committed to bringing him to a climax but I don’t know that I want to invest in a long cock suck with this oversize and jaw wearying organ. To that end I am content to hand stroke the shaft if not to a conclusion, then very close to the end point. CC has other ideas however as he bellows out a command. Suck me I hear him say. I ignore this guidance and continue on with my hand work, frequently swiping my thumb over the head of the organ to harvest lubricating leakage. I reflect that many men would be very content with this organ, oversized and rigidly hard. I ponder what a woman feels like with this battering ram driving into her. CC repeats his demand that I cock suck his organ, finally putting a meaty hand on my shoulder and pressing down.
I descend in front of him but continue with the hand job, stroking up and down on the shaft quite vigorously. I lick the head of the cock and use this moisture as lubricant for my hand work. Eventually I feel CC’s meaty hand on my head urging me forward with now continues demands that I suck. I open my mouth and engulf a few inches of his organ. I maintain my hand grip on the shaft and continue pumping. My lips are pressing on the cock shaft just below the head. I caress the cock head with my tongue and tease the sweet spot, all the time vigorously pumping on the shaft. I hear him bellowing in pleasure above me, clearly enjoying the exercise. He begins thrusting his hips forward and I wonder how much more he has.
I release my hand and take most of his organ in my mouth for just a moment. I hear him cry out in delight and attempt to mouth fuck me, his meaty hand grasping desperately to hold my head in place. But I have done this only to provide lubrication on the shaft and I immediately grasp the organ in my hand and resume pumping. I pump vigorously for several minutes until the saliva lubrication gives up. I repeat the full mouth technique and again resume hand pumping on the now slick organ. I repeat this several times and recall again from the last encounter that my companion has staying power. I am pumping as fast as I can on the shaft with my lips pressing on the organ just below the head. This combination eventually works as I hear him bellow out a gasp and he ejaculates a burst of cum into my mouth. I feel both his meaty hands on my head attempting to force his cock further into my mouth. But I have a death grip on the shaft with my hand which allows only a few inches into that coveted portal. All the time I continue pumping vigorously on the shaft and CC reciprocates with loud barking grunts with each blast of ejaculate into my mouth.
It takes some time to fully empty his balls but eventually he is done and withdraws. Either he has changed diet or I just do not recall but his semen has an unpleasant taste. CC hurriedly recovers his clothes and quickly departs the room, uttering not a single sound in stark contrast to the loud bellows leading up to his climax and the sharp barking grunts that accompanied that event. He is out the door and I am about to follow when the doorway is filled with suit2. So quickly did he appear that I come to an abrupt halt to avoid running into him. I take a step back and he enters, closing the door behind him. Suit2 peremptorily announces that he wants what I gave to his predecessor, indicating that distinguished gentleman with a thumb pointing to the departed CC. I can only assume that CCs loud accompaniment to my efforts was widely heard in the booth area.
Suit2 is a slim fellow wearing an expensive suit. We look at each other for a moment before I simply ask well? It takes a moment before it occurs to him to display. But soon enough his organ is on display and it is clear that while he has a good deal of growth potential before he reaches what CC gave to me, suit2 is certainly ready for my efforts. His small organ is not just erect but quivering. I descend and look with admiration on his modest offering. Modest in both length and girth, his specimen is beautifully shaped with flawless bone white skin. I reach up and lightly brush the backs of my fingers the length of the underside of his shaft. I get an immediate sharp intake from him and his cock does the most delightful vibration. I reflect that I could get used to this, modest sized cocks that are beautiful to look at.
I lean forward and caress the small cock head with my lips. I can feel the organ quivering at my touch and I get another gasping sound from suit2. And then suddenly I feel his hand on my head followed by an urgent push of his cock. I open my mouth and engulf his organ but to my surprise I realize that he is ejaculating. The semen deposited on my cradling tongue is accompanied by short cries of pleasure from above and his hand attempting to hold my head in place. It takes but a moment for his bursting cock to complete the deposit on my tongue and he is done. I hold him there in my mouth for a moment but soon enough he withdraws and it is over, one of the briefest blowjobs I have ever given. I wonder if he even felt any pleasure so brief was his effort. I stand and see that he is leaning back against the wall breathing heavily with his now declining organ drooping down.
I promptly leave the room, swirling his semen around in my mouth. I reflect philosophically that there are many blowjob scripts. At least he was erect and I got his manhood so to that extent, it was far from the most disappointing experience of my career. I decide that I will go down to the theater and walk down the hall to the stairway. Just before I get to the end something catches my eye in a room with the door open. I turn and see that there is a guy standing in the room with his back to the wall and the door open. He has his organ on display and is stroking it while looking out at me. I stand at the entrance to the doorway for several moments observing his efforts on a very fine specimen; the organ is a very nice seven inches and full girth. As I stare at his handwork, he removes his hand and there it is in all its glory, jutting out straight. I watch as the organ clenches several times, a more arousing spectacle difficult to imagine.
I look back up at him and ask him if he would like some help with that, the object of my question all too obvious. By hand gesture, he invites me in and I enter his room and begin to close the door behind me. But to my surprise, my companion holds the door open and by gesture on my shoulder makes clear that he would like me to descend. I reflect that this is mildly risky but decide that I will at least have a taste. I descend and his gorgeous piece of manhood is fully on display in front of me, the bone white organ beckoning to me. I learn forward and engulf his cock, receiving a rush of pleasure both from the impressive instrument in my mouth but also in the recklessness of this act and potential exposure. I slide my lips up and down on the cock shaft, reveling in the hardness and strength. It occurs to me as I kneel there that there are not enough hard cocks in the world to satisfy my lust for this primeval act of worship. I cock suck him, my lips sliding up and down on the hard shaft, my head bobbing, the sounds of cock and mouth engaged together filling the room.
We continue for some minutes, I lost in the splendor of the act, sucking on this lovely organ. Suddenly I feel his hand on my head and he withdraws. So sudden is this that I gasp in surprise, saliva dripping from the bobbing and jerking organ in front of me and also running down my chin. I wipe my mouth off and then it is that I see that we have drawn spectators, several men standing in the hall watching us through the open door. My companion continues to hold my head away from his organ and he is arching his hips, the erection on full display for the onlookers. After a few minutes of this display he draws my head back and thrusts his cock back into my mouth. This time he uses both hands on my head to hold me in place and begins a rapid mouth fuck. The organ slides in and out of my mouth in a blur as he thrusts his hips. I hear him groaning in pleasure above as he makes a great display for the onlookers.
Again he suddenly withdraws. I have a taste of his essence so this is clearly pleasurable but I am not entirely certain what the game is, to just show off or does he intend to empty his balls in my mouth in front of the spectators. He holds my head away again for several minutes, the bobbing and jerking organ giving every indication of heavy arousal. I look to the doorway and see that the spectators are in rapt attention, several rubbing through their clothing. My companion releases my head and I immediately re-engulf his cock and begin enthusiastically bobbing my head. I press my lips on the shaft and caress the underside with my tongue. He arches his hips and I hear him groaning and exclaiming his pleasure.
I feel his hand lightly on my head and it seems clear that he will attempt to withdraw again when his crisis draws near. I cock suck with enthusiasm, my lips pressing on the shaft, my head bobbing. I feel his hand on my head with the pressure to push me away growing. I reach up and grasp the base of the shaft with my fingers and at the same instant begin fluttering my tongue on the sweet spot of his cock, just under the head. I feel his organ go rigid at this change in technique. I pump vigorously on the shaft with my fingers for a second or two before he attempts to violently push my head away. But it is too late, my mouth open as he withdraws his shaft, I feel a big spurt of his semen splash into my mouth. A loud groan follows from my companion and I pump vigorously on his cock shaft. He ejaculates in powerful spurts into my open mouth, the semen flowing onto my tongue. I feel his hand on my head relax and I take the spurting organ in my mouth, my tongue cradling the shaft. We repose together, my companion providing great exhalations as the crisis of his climax slowly reaches an end. And then it is over, the stillness of post climax resolution claiming both my companion and myself, his slowly diminishing cock bathing in my semen filled mouth. I kneel in front of him holding his deleted organ and deposited manhood in my mouth in no rush to withdraw. I am the essence of the cock sucker.
Finally he pushes my head away and collapses back against the wall. His cock flops down in front of him, now entirely diminished from the display of male power and dominance so recently in evidence. I look out into the hallway and all eyes of the spectators are on the depleted organ, glistening with a mixture of my saliva and his semen. I rise and lean back against my wall, washing his semen around in my mouth. I swallow him, his semen and the soul of his manhood.
I leave the room and fend my way through the crowd of spectators in the hallway. I decide that now would be an excellent time to escape into the anonymity of the darkened theater and so make my way down the stairs. I enter the theater and fumble around for some minutes in the darkness. I finally find a seat, lean back and collect myself. I look up and watch a beautiful girl on the screen respond to all three of her orifices being filled at the same time. Remarkable I reflect to myself as the action continues with the customary porn enthusiasm. The film continues with alternating views of all three cocks sliding in and out and slow motion close-ups of each of the cocks working its ensheathing orifice. The action is powerfully arousing and I am hard, both from the film and the previous exercises upstairs. I lower my slacks to my ankles and begin caressing my engorged organ as I watch the film. I am rock hard and enjoy delicate teasing of my organ with my fingers; content as always to keep my arousal on the boil as long as possible.
The scene comes to an end with the girl getting face splashed, not my favorite conclusion by any means. I take this less arousing opportunity to look around the theater. There are only a few patrons at this time of day in what for the rest of the world is a work day. But I see a couple of rows in front of me a fellow who is clearly masturbating as I can see his arm moving in the all too familiar motion of the cock wank. I smile to myself at the simple pleasures afforded to the male; turn on a porn film, take it out, and have a wonderful time. Eventually the next scene begins and there is the common long preliminary of teasing, disrobing, and oral play before the real action begins. I casually tease my cock to get erect and continue watching my fellow spectator in front of me. As far as I can determine, he appears to be doing more or less the same as I am as I can see motion but much diminished from the vigorous pumping of before. I don’t know if he climaxed before but I don’t think so.
I begin to consider if there may be an opportunity for some sport. I don’t want to cause an unpleasant scene that may require a departure so I decide to change seats to his row but displaced several seats from his. To that end I retrieve my slacks from my ankles and somewhat surreptitiously enter his row. As I walk down the row I can clearly see his exposed organ and his hand teasing the shaft. As I sit down, my neighbor notices me and I see his hand freeze. I relax in my seat, separated by several intervening from his. I immediately take my cock out and begin stroking it, making every effort to fully display for my companion. I occasionally look over at my companion and eventually see that he has resumed stroking his organ as well. And so it is that the two of us are sitting in this movie theater, both of us cocks out and wanking away. I look over again and see that he is looking at me wanking on my organ while working on his, obviously aroused at the sight.
The scene heats up with a girl propped up on her knees and elbows being somewhat brutally rectum fucked, her hips quivering under the sustained assault. I have to say that I find this scene very arousing and I am arching my hips up and caressing my cock just under the boil. I look over and see that my companion is similarly aroused and is enthusiastically wanking. I consider that it is now or never and I quickly move over to the seat next to his. I look down and see that the head of his organ is glistening with leakage, his hand continuing to pump enthusiastically. I see him hesitate his hand work momentarily before continuing. He repeats this several times and I conclude that if he is anything like me, he will attempt to time his climax to coincide with the climax on the screen. I am also wanking and I see that he occasionally diverts his attention from the enthralling scene on the screen to my hand work.
I look up at the screen to be greeted by the spectacular vision of a slow motion close up of the engorged cock penetrating the gaping rectum of the girl. This is followed by real time and the enthusiastic screaming of the girl being ridden, the cock shaft driving in and out of her rectum, the flesh of her hips quivering under the assault. The actor on the screen begins to bellow out a climax and I conclude that the scene is coming to an end. I lean over, grab my companions hand away from his organ, and engulf his cock. I vigorously cock suck on his shaft and it takes no more than ten seconds before his hips rise in his seat and he gives me a mouthful of his semen. The screams and bellows from the screen blot out everything and so I am left to hold the spewing organ in my mouth as my companion climaxes. I feel him jerk spasmodically several times, the pleasure clearly upon him. The flow of his cum into my mouth seems to go on forever and so I wait patiently, my lips pressing on the shaft of his cock, allowing him his complete pleasure.
At last I feel him relax and sink back into his seat. I withdraw from his cock and lean back in my seat. I have a huge mouthful of his semen and I swirl it around in my mouth. I glance over and see his full but diminished organ lying exposed on his legs. I look at my companion and see that he is reclining back in his seat in seeming beatific post climax bliss. I put my hand to my mouth and take some of his semen. I reach down and begin caressing and stroking my cock shaft with semen slickened fingers. The sensation is voluptuous. I pump energetically, not for climax relief but to enjoy the infinitely pleasure sensations mixed with the arousing vision of pumping my cock in another man’s semen. I take semen again and again from my mouth, my hand flying up and down on my cock shaft as I wank enthusiastically. I look over and see that my companion is watching me and is also caressing his organ. I note that he is full although not quite hard, but it is clear that he is aroused, in no frame of mind to depart after his climax in my mouth.
At this point, I don’t care what direction this is going in as anything further will be pleasurable. The next scene commences and we both wait patiently for the hard action to begin. This scene features one girl and two guys. My companion is soon enough hard and I see him squeezing and pumping on his organ. I am doing likewise as the scene has a long preamble of oral exercise. But eventually the girl is on her back, mounted by one guy with her face turned to the side to accept the pumping organ of the second guy in her mouth. The scene continues in this vein for some time, the two guys taking turns on the girl’s orifices. I decide to put on a bit of a show to see where it may go with my companion. I begin thrusting my hips up into my grasping hand with enthusiasm. I look over and see that my companion is watching. I take out a Kleenex and wrap it over the head of my organ, thrust frantically, and finally jerk spasmodically.
I have been watching my companion all the time through my fake climax and it is clear from his rapt attention that he has taken it all in. I see that he is pumping enthusiastically on his organ. I slide out of my seat and kneel between his legs. It takes only the most casual effort to displace his hand and I engulf his cock in my mouth. I squeeze the organ in my mouth with passion. I hear the scene commencing with the grunts and bellows of the men and enthusiastic encouragement of the girl. I hear the responding smacks of flesh greeting flesh as the scene continues. I hold my companions organ in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, cock sucking him. He has his hands on the arm rests of his seat so the only touching between us is my mouth encapsulating his organ. I continue cock sucking in an even paced modest rhythm, entirely content to enjoy his splendid organ but in no rush whatever to bring him to a conclusion.
We continue for long, long minutes, his cock invading my mouth, my lips providing the most delicate worshiping caresses. Up and down I bob my head, the feel of the hard shaft like iron velvet on my lips. I occasionally spend a moment teasing and licking the head of the cock and teasing the sweet spot with my tongue. I then return the organ to the warm embrace of my mouth, soaking on the deeply imbedded shaft. I squeeze my mouth on the cock shaft. My ministrations transcend the current scene, the girl taking loud enthusiastic face splashes of semen. While I cannot see the end and beginning of the next with my face buried in the lap of my companion, I can hear the scene begin, the action quickly escalating to a vigorous double penetration. My companion begins to shake under me and I conclude that the combination of the scenes on the screen and my mouth have brought his conclusion to the final moments. I begin fluttering my tongue on the underside of his organ and the effect is immediate. I feel him stiffen dramatically, his hands press down on my shoulders, and I feel his cock burst in my mouth. I moan with genuine pleasure as he ejaculates in my mouth for the second time. I squeeze my lips tightly on the cock shaft, sliding up and down, taking his flood of semen in my mouth. I allow my companion a very long soak in my semen filled mouth, my lips slowly squeezing out the last drops of his cum.
Finally it is over and I return to my seat. Again I have a mouth full of his semen. I take a good bit of it in my hand and use it to caress my organ. I immediately stiffen and being the most voluptuous wanking on my cock. It takes all of my will power to keep the surge just below the boil as I pump enthusiastically. I alternate looking at the action on the screen, my companion and his now depleted organ, and my own rock hard erection that I am nursing, aided by more of the semen from my mouth. But then the scene ends and there is a long delay of the usual uninteresting preamble of undressing and casual oral work.
I decide to take a much needed pee and depart for the men’s room. I more or less expect my companion to be gone when I return so it is with some surprise that we pass as I exit the facility. He asks if I am leaving to which I reply that I am returning to the theater. Still with no expectations, I return to my seat and watch the scene develop. In this scene there are three guys and one girl. They waste no time in commencing with the double penetration work which I always find stimulating. I slide my slacks down to my ankles and begin playing with my cock, quickly teasing it to a nice fullness, aided by the spectacle of the girl’s orifices being round-robined by the three guys. And then my companion returns to the seat next to mine. He wastes no time in exposing his cock and we resume our sport, wanking together while we each alternate between the scene and each other.
The scene progresses to a finale in which each of the guys in turn ejaculates inside the girl. We are then greeted with an extremely arousing scene of the semen slowly running out of her into a great puddle. The girl plays in the semen puddle for a bit before the scene ends. Again I wonder if my companion will depart but the next scene begins and we resume our mutual masturbating. At this point we have been sitting next to each other for close to two hours watching porn, both of us enjoying uninhibited wanking, and my companion having climaxed twice. I admire his staying power as he is fully hard and pumping with enthusiasm, as am I. The scene is a straight blowjob, the girl beautiful and naked, kneeling in front of the guy. She is cock sucking with enthusiasm including the occasional deep throat. Eventually it seems he is approaching a climax and as I watch for the anticipated conclusion, I am surprised to feel the hand of my companion on the back of my neck. He is urging me down into his lap and as I look I see his organ sticking straight up.
I learn over and engulf his cock shaft. My companion continues to hold his hand on the back of my neck and begins the most voluptuous hip thrusting, fucking his cock up into my mouth. I need only hold my lips pressed on the shaft as he pistons his organ in and out of my mouth. I hear the scene unfolding from the screen, the guy coming to climax in great bellows. Meanwhile my lips are pressed on the cock shaft under me and my mouth is being enthusiastically fucked. My companion pumps his hips vigorously and then stops for a few seconds. He resumes pumping but then again stops for just a bit. He repeats this several times. I can feel him shaking under me and I wonder if he is trying to summon his concentration to bring himself to climax for the third time, or is he fully on the boil and trying to hold off for a bit longer. But then it becomes a moot point as I feel him shudder and rise up out of his seat time. His hips are straining upward and I can feel him shaking violently. He presses down on my head, trembles with the strain and then I feel him spew out his cum into my mouth. Again I moan in the pleasure of this shared moment, his organ quivering most voluptuously and his semen flowing up into my mouth.
My companion holds himself raised up off of his seat, his cock imbedded in my mouth, his pleasure all too clear. His shaking slowly diminishes as his climax comes to an end. Finally collapses down into his seat, his cock abruptly withdrawing from my cradling embrace, flopping down onto his legs. I resume my seat, leaning back, enjoying the taste and texture of his semen, though diminished in volume. I swallow his cum as I watch the scene unfold before me, the beautiful girl having taken the load of semen in her mouth without intervention by the guy. She kneels in front of him letting his cock soak in her semen filled mouth. We both sit there together for some moments as the next scene begins. But my companion has finally had enough and I see him refastening his clothes. He leans over and whispers thanks to me, rises, and he is gone. But I have his manhood, three times over.
I watch another couple of scenes of dubious interest and then it is time for me to depart. It is 5 p.m. and the after work rush is certain to commence upstairs. I fasten my clothes back to some semblance of order and head for the men’s room for a pee, clean up any accidents, and put my clothes in order. I ascend the stairs and for the second time today, I am not surprised to see there are candidates waiting for my services; working men on the way home hoping for a quick anonymous blowjob before demanding wife, noisy children, and the various other life urgencies all too common to married life take their toll of his remaining energy.
I stroll down the hall and look for my candidate. It takes but a moment to observe a fellow in a suit looking at the titles. I walk past him and into a room, leaving the door open. I see him peer in and in a moment we are alone with the door closed. We stare at each other for a moment, I caressing the front of my slacks as suggestively as I can manage. My companion comprehends and in a moment his clothes are open and his specimen on display. He is only moderately full which I hope is only temporary nerves. To that end I advance to him and lift his cock in my hand. If he cannot get it up, I will leave the room and take another candidate. I caress the underside of his shaft for a moment and he begins to fill out. As I continue to caress his organ with my fingers, I whisper to him to tell me if this is what he hand in mind, or something else. Of course it is very clear to me what he hand in mind. But I want him to say the words. More stroking of his organ follows and soon he is fully hard; a nice handful but nothing remarkable.
I repeat my question to him, asking if my fingers on his cock are what he wanted or something else. He whispers that it feels nice but he wanted something else. Tell me I whisper to him. I lightly stroke his now fully erect cock and whisper again to tell me what he wants. Finally he gasps out that he wants me to suck him. I descend and there he is in front of me; his business tie hanging down, his pants around his ankles, and his cock jutting out from his belly. I slide my hand between his legs and lift his balls, teasing the skin with my fingertips. I hear a sharp intake of breath from my companion. I hold him there with his organ sticking straight out, beckoning to me. The shaft jerks as he clenches in anticipation of the pleasure to come. I lick the tip and receive another sharp gasp. I lean forward and caress the head of the cock with my lips, sucking just the head in and out of my mouth. My companion responds with a voluptuous shudder as these sensations reach his brain. I lick the sweet spot again and again until I hear a mewling plea and I feel his hand on my head, a heartfelt urging that I proceed.
I take the organ in my mouth and receive an immediate gasp of pleasure. I hold him there in my mouth for a long moment. I feel him clenching again and again. Not more than a few moments I say to myself, and I will have his manhood. I slide my lips up and down on the shaft just past the head. I apply little pressure as it seems clear that my companion will need very little to reach a conclusion. I continue to guide and control his movements with my hand holding his balls. My lips slide up and down the shaft at a slow pace. My companion appears to be entirely willing for me to take whatever actions I choose as he is immobile aside from the shaking that is becoming increasingly in evidence. So too do his heartfelt sighs and murmurs of pleasure, the pleasure of the cock suck clearly upon him.
I take my mouth off of the organ and look as he clenches. The shaft is slick from my mouth. I lick the underside several times, teasing the sweet spot with my tongue. And then I re-engulf the shaft, squeezing it in my mouth and flicking my tongue on the underside. His sounds of pleasure increase and I feel him shaking. I feather my lips on the organ, pressing far down the shaft, drawing up, releasing, and then repeating this trick, again and again. I flutter my tongue rapidly on the sweet spot and I feel him rise up on his toes accompanied by a great intake of breath. This is it I tell myself, and sure enough, he clenches strongly twice and then gives me a huge spewing blast of his semen. He shakes almost uncontrollably as he complete his climax, spurting his cum into my mouth in rapid spewing blasts, his organ sliding rapidly in and out of my mouth with his thrashing. I continue to hold his balls in my hand and add my other hand to his hip to try to steady him. He pumps the remainder of his cum into my mouth and eventually calms down as the intensity of his climax subsides.
I repose there, kneeling in front of him for another minute or two. I release his balls and squeeze on his cock to extract the last of his semen. His shaking subsides entirely and it is over. I withdraw and his diminished organ flops down dripping saliva and semen. I stand and lean back against the wall. I swirl his cum around in my mouth. His semen is moderately thick and tastes faintly of yeast. I watch him dress, fumbling in mild embarrassment in the awkwardness of such an intense sexual experience with a completely anonymous partner. I swallow his cum as he leaves the room, neither of us saying a word.
I have had a full day and strongly consider following my recent companion out of the room, video area, and shop and making my way home. But I had not reckoned on the effect my companion’s bellows of pleasure would have on those outside the door. Hardly has my companion left than two men attempt simultaneously to enter the room. A brief struggle ensues until one of the candidates thinks the better of it and withdraws back to the hallway. The newcomer swings the door closed behind him. He immediately pushes his slacks down and exposes a full mast erection.
I observe to my new companion that he appears to be more than ready. His response is an unspoken push on my shoulder, the meaning and implication all too clear. But then, that is what I am here for. I descend and have a look at my companion’s contribution to my hobby book. His specimen is rather ordinary, and by that no criticism is intended. The shaft is a lovely straight article, entirely ordinary in length and somewhat hefty in girth; in all ways, a splendid possession. I lean forward and engulf the shaft. I feel him clench in my mouth, a reassurance of shared interest. I begin cock sucking on the organ, sliding my mouth briskly up and down on the shaft. The room fills with the sounds of the wet noisy cock suck, my efforts not at all intended to preserve or extend the event.
I continue my efforts energetically, cock sucking with enthusiasm. My companion joins in with heartfelt sounds of pleasurable gratification. I withdraw and wrap my hand around the shaft and pump vigorously, wiping the slobber off of my chin with my other hand. I look at the lovely shaft in my hand, no finer or more arousing sight than an erect male organ. I take the head of his cock back in my mouth and continue pumping on the shaft. I am making my own enthusiastic noise by now as I pump on the shaft. I caress and suck on the head of his cock. The feel of the cock head in my mouth is voluptuous and I lick and suckle while all the time continuing my hand pump.
I release my hand from the shaft and resume cock sucking, my head bobbing vigorously, my lips sliding up and down the length of the shaft. I feel the head of his cock press at the entrance of my throat and I hear my companion grunting above in the pleasure of the cock suck. I slow my work and take a mouthful of his shaft in my mouth. I squeeze my mouth repeatedly on the organ, the taste of his skin and the essence of him flooding my senses. I press against the shaft, the somewhat large head of the organ making itself known as I slide it into my throat. I slide slowly on and off the shaft, the cock head penetrating in and out of my throat. My companion bellows out his pleasure in soulful exclamations. I resume energetic cock sucking for another few minutes and I feel him begin to shake as his crisis draws inevitably near to hand. I hesitate for a moment, take a deep breath, and push forward again. I feel the cock head slide into my throat and I fight to retain control with the oversize penetration.
I feel him shake violently, the crisis apparently all too close. I grab his hips and pull, my face pressing into his belly. I feel his cock clenching in my throat. The sensation is beyond description and I throb in sympathetic arousal. I slam my face into his belly several times, throat fucking the organ. And then I hear a great gasp and feel a burst of semen in my throat. I would like to take his entire ejaculation in my throat so aroused am I by the experience. But I am desperate for a breath and reluctantly withdraw his cock from my throat, taking ragged gasps while his organ continues to spew out his semen into my mouth. I squeeze my mouth on the cock shaft as the ejaculation continues and then eventually comes to a conclusion. And then we repose together, my mouth full of his ejaculated semen, the cock resting in the cradle of my tongue, the empty balls hanging down, the owner breathing hoarsely. In short, the sublime experience of the cock sucker.
He withdraws and staggers backward, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. I rise and swallow the remainder of his semen, his manhood now manifestly mine. I decide I have had enough for the day and will leave, assuming I can make it through the gauntlet out in the hall. My companion gathers himself and following a great exhalation of relief, opens the door and exits. I follow, ignoring the stares and obvious solicitations as I make my way to the exit stairway. And then I am homeward bound, my hobby enjoyed thoroughly for the day but now concluded and anonymously behind me.