When Mike urged me to suck his nipple, Lester eagerly took over cock duties. Mike then kissed me -- which, oddly enough, struck me as more intimate than having his cock in my mouth. I didn't like it as much but Mike pressed on, sliding his tongue into my mouth and asking me to do the same to him. While it was a nice interlude, I was more than grateful to relieve Lester as I once again engulfed that raging cock in my mouth.
I varied my pace, working hard on Mike's hard-on, now driven to taste his seed. I really wanted to make this big dark man feed me his load, and I began to concentrate on his head, dropping my hand to his shaft to help along. Mike had different ideas. "Gimme long slow sucks,
I'm gonna cum in your mouth.
" I happily complied. I took him deep, gagging on his substantial member, then slowly releasing him from the depths of my throat so that I could breathe while I worked my tongue across his frenulum and aching cockhead. My brain had dismissed the porn movie and everyone in theater. As I suckled Mike then prepared to take him deep again, everything else had ceased to matter. I no longer thought about Lester, the only thing I thought about was that cock. I went down on him as fast as I could, then slowly let him out, inch by inch, worshipping every part of his rock-hard cock. Time slipped into a blur where the only thing that existed was the hard cock in my mouth. Mike was getting harder and we worked together toward a goal we clearly shared.
On one of my quick plunges, Mike seized my head and thrust savagely. I could feel him pulse as he groaned, releasing himself. I tried to let his spurting cock out of my mouth so that I could taste his seed, but Mike would have none of that. His strong hands pulled me closer, thrusting deeply with each surge of his ejaculation. I pinched at his nipple as he held me in place, cock blasting its load straight down my throat, his balls churning against my chin as they unloaded their milky treasure.
After a breathlessly long interval, Mike released the back of my head, and I let his shaft slip from depths of my throat. My first breath-in was rewarded not only with life-giving air, but with a burst of the sweet, tangy flavor from the last of Mike's sperm, and I milked his shaft to get any straggling drops out of it. He shuddered and his cock spit once more, this time sending one last, thick gob of sperm, chunky with bits of sperm all clustered together, sticking like wet clots between his spasming cock and my frenzied tongue. I continued to dab at his piss slit, hoping for another morsel of his seed, but he pushed me back a bit, as his overworked cockhead began to be too sensitive for the suction that my hunger was still applying. He rose from the couch and began to reassemble his clothing. My cock fully hard now, I took his spot on the couch. Lester had already moved to another couch where he found a hard cock waiting for him.
Lester was kneeling between the legs of another man as Mike finished dressing, and left the theater. I caught my breath and wondered if any of the other men who'd just witnessed me swallow Mike's load would want their turn. I played with my still exposed and hard cock as I watched Lester work his magic on his new find. It only took him a few minutes until the man was squirming, then moaning, then panting. Lester extracted his load in efficient style, and another satisfied customer left the theater drained of the milky cargo he'd arrived with. After he'd left, Lester turned to walk past me. I spread my legs and pushed my hips forward, exposing as much of my hard cock as I could.
I know the type;
most days I am the type.
Les could no more pass by my hard cock than a politician could pass by a news camera. Without a word, he dropped to his knees and dutifully engulfed me in his mouth. The contact made me draw in a sharp breath, which oddly released more flavor from the semen still in my mouth.
Despite his odd appearance -- maybe because of it -- the man was a consummate cocksucker. I locked my hands across the back of his head as he was sucking me. The stubble suggested he wasn't actually bald, but had shaved his head. I moaned, and thrust my hips as I pulled him onto my cock -- not so much for how it made me feel, but part of me was feeling a little guilty about how I'd taken over sucking Mike's cock and I wanted to at least repay him with some dick, and I only had this one. Fortunately it was hard and ready. He took to my cock like a pro, and soon I was at maximum rigidity. I knew I was going to feed him, it was only a matter of time. He could sense my extreme hardness, too. He let my cock slip out of my mouth and looked up into my eyes. He asked was "Do you want to fuck me?" his eyes imploring me to accept.
I panicked. The head was really good, so I said, "Not yet, you're a great cocksucker." I used that word on purpose, mostly because I love being called it when I've got a cock in my mouth. He went right back to work on me, doubling his efforts. I was not going to last long.
I didn't. When I felt that first preliminary throb course through my rigid cock, rather than trying to stay on the edge, I let go and just let the orgasm overwhelm me. I didn't warn him; I never do. He's sucking my cock, he knows that cum is a possibility, and in this case it was going to be a big one. I felt that magical aura build around my cock, driving it to become even more rigid and stiff. He kept on sucking. My cock began to pulse, he kept on sucking. I couldn't take it anymore, and I began to shoot, liquid fire spurting and spurting from the overheated glans. He kept on sucking. I don't know how many ropes of cum I shot, I was totally lost in the bliss of a perfect orgasm. I just came and came and came. Ever the trooper, Les sucked and sucked and sucked, seamlessly swallowing my load as fast as I could ejaculate. Even as my orgasm began to diminish, he rode my pumping penis all the way down to my pubes, licking and nursing each and every wet blast from my surging nutsack. The man really knew his way around a dick. He carefully cleaned my cock, and I shuddered as he gave one last lick at the tip of my glans to gather up any straggling sperm that remained.
Sated, I collapsed back into the comfort of the tattered couch. Les rose, looking for his shirt. It turns out I was sitting on it, I handed it back to him, sighing contentedly. "Thank you," he said meekly. It made me feel all warm inside knowing he'd just thanked me for my sperm -- I try to thank all the men who feed me, and I always will. "Thank YOU," I replied, "You're a great cocksucker."
That seemed to make him happy, but by now the disease of post-nut clarity was kicking in and I had to get out of there. I quickly pulled up my pants, fastened my belt, and soon I was walking across the parking lot, smiling with post-coital glow and all. It was a good day.
