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Simulated Cocksucking

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 30 Apr 2001 1 comments
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by Jackson Dick Yesterday's cold, drizzly weather brought the meatbeaters out in force to my San Antonio pornotheatre. When I arrived there were probably a half-dozen or so of us in the (standing) play area in the back, and another half-dozen or so doing their own thing individually in the seats. The pussy porn had me hard within a minute or so, and I hauled mine out and began jerking it even before my eyes had adjusted enough to identify the guys around me. As my eyes adjusted and today's jackplay buddies came in to view, I found a 'typical' group of middle-aged, largely out-of-shape unremarkable guys doing a mix of solo- and mutual-jack. I was approached almost immediately by the only young guy in the theater at that time- a large, rather effeminate Hispanic man, who proved to be quite aggressive- a real "masher". (At this point I was just 'warming up' and really only wanted to self-stroke a bit with the other guys.) I gently declined his insistent hand, but the guy didn't understand "no". He was in fact so persistent that I eventually had to stop jacking off and place my prick back in my pants. The guy finally got the message, and returned to his original place, and i took my dick out and began slowly fisting it as I checked out (alternately) the hot, str8 porn, and my jack-buddies' action on their own cocks. Several guys came (er...ARRIVED) and went without the activity level increasing. To my immediate right an older Hispanic man crouched down and began sucking off a HUGE, Black guy. The cocksucker's smacking mouth was providing some nice audio accompaniment to the porno now, though neither guy was particularly attractive. The door opened and a newcomer entered the hallway into the theatre. All eyes turned to check out our newest pornophile. It was a kid of 18 or 19, medium build, fairly short and small-stature, fair-skinned, baby-faced, with short, curly blonde hair. The kid was wearing an Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt, faded jeans, and tennis shoes. He just stood in the doorway looking at the screen for a minute or two. The light from the hallway illuminated him nicely, and you could tell he was a really good-looking kid. He looked a bit uneasy, but even from my distance across the playarea I could see a nasty bulge growing in the front of his jeans. (And mine were certainly not the only eyes on him!) Well despite the kid's evident nervousness, the young Masher pounced on him, trying both to make out with the guy and feel him up. The kid jumped back like he had been punched, and immediately left the theatre. : - ( The masher again returned to his corner. After a minute or two the door opens again, and the handsome, blonde kid returns to the theatre, this time entering and finding a vacant space on the left wall. I move to the middle of a group of meatbeaters standing along the back wall, and watch the kid, all the while continuing to slow stroke my hard dick. As the kid's eyes adjust to the dark, he begins to casually notice the other guys in the play area. He's feeling himself up through his jeans now and he's showing a really full package. His prong is pushing his jeans out at a precarious diagonal angle. He's trying to stay focused on the porno but can't resist peering back periodically at the line of meatbeaters behind him. I STARE at HIM now, and when he turns around our eyes lock. There is space next to me, and I hope he will join me. But initially we just stare at each other for about 30 seconds before he returns his eyes to the screen. I continue to STARE at him, and the next time he turns around his gaze is clearly directed to me alone. I spread my feet further apart and lean forward, thrusting my hard dick and pud-pounding hand out in front of me, my eyes never leaving my little blonde friend. That was all it took. The kid came and joined me, reaching immediately for my dick. I felt his through his pants, and was beginning to unzip him when the Masher (AGAIN!) decided to intrude. He got on the other side of the kid, and began feeling the kid's pecs. The kid removed the masher's hands, but the masher again was insistent. So the kid left the playspace and went back into the entranceway. I followed, but so did the MASHER! : - ( The kid returned to the vacant left wall, and I returned to the vacant right wall. The kid turned his back to the Masher. I resumed STARING at this beautiful boy as I beat my meat on the other side of the playspace. Guys along the backwall were watching both of us now. I was now quite hungry for the boy, and was determined to have him. But he had gotten so spooked, he wouldn't move in my direction, even as I nodded to him. He was watching me stroke though, and his prong still tented out the front of his jeans. As he rubbed on it, he would lean forward, occasionally standing on tiptoes. He was clearly ready for some serious relief. FINALLY, he joined me on my wall, removed his dick from his jeans and re-engaged me in some buddy-jack. He grabbed my dick, and began to fist it aggressively. "...Nice..." he whispered. When I tried to move my hand from his dick up to his chest, he grabbed my hand and returned it to his dick, which I was enjoying jacking. When I tried to nuzzle his neck, he pulled away lightly. So, "okay", I think, "the kid just wants to trade some buddy jack". I was not ABOUT to spook this pretty kid by acting like the masher! So we go on for several minutes this way. The kid is breathing heavily, and groans several times appreciatively as I change my stroke and/or lube up my palm a bit for variety. His dick is average sized, but SUPER HARD and very responsive. When my fist takes a little break and I lightly trail my fingertips along the shaft, it bucks and twitches wildly. The kid sighs. He's continuing to give me a really first-class handjob- clearly loves to beat off a man. I tell him how good his hot hand feels on my fist-hungry cock. He moves both of his hands to my shoulders and begins to gently push me down until I am kneeling on the floor in front of him. I am now face-to-cock with his pretty prick, and am hungrily faced with the dilemma of breaking my self-imposed boundaries. But he gives me no time for further contemplation. As I look on lustily at his pretty boybox, he grabs my head with both hands and pulls me to him- drawing my head in BELOW his dick and into his scrotum. I immediately understand what he wants, and am relieved to have my dilemma solved. I gently but hungrily begin to suck on one ball, then the other, then both. He begins fisting his dick enthusiastically, all the while moaning with appreciation as I work his nutsack over in my mouth. The meatbeaters are all of course watching us now, and several have moved closer to us for a better view. They have seen the kid's skittishness and are respectfully courteous in giving us space. But out of the corner of my eye I can see three or four big cocks at my eye level being aggressively stroked by their owners in appreciation for the kid's and my mutual ministrations over his boy 'nads. I won't lie: I'm DIGGING this simulated blowjob. I like kneeling before the kid. I like the feel of his hands on my head, my ears, my neck, as he manually encourages and rewards me for sucking his scrotum. I like the loud, involuntary slurping sounds I make when I maximize my efforts and manage to get both boyballs in my mouth at the same time. I like the way the kid groans in response. I like beating off my own hard prod while I'm mouthing the boy's nuts. I like the fresh, clean smell of the boy's body. And I LOVE the guys standing around jerking off while they WATCH US! : - p Suddenly he tenses up and removes his hands from my head. I look up to see that the masher has returned and is roughly squeezing the kid's boynipples while trying to ram his tongue in the kid's mouth. Both of the kid's hands are being used defensively in an attempt to thwart the much-larger masher. I stand up and immediately move between the masher and my friend, blocking the masher with my body and extending my right arm to create a protective barrier around the kid. Masher backs off, giving me a dirty look as he moves away from us. The kid doesn't SAY thanks, but his eyes, slim smile, and sudden return to easy breathing do it for him. (It feels suddenly and vaguely heterosexual- like Prince Charming protecting a damsel in distress. I am irritated with the masher, but somewhat pleased to have had the chance to 'protect' my young friend.) He again pushes me down and I again kneeel before him and suck in his balls. After a minute or two, his hands on my head pull me in aggressively, and I respond by sucking really HARD. The kid groans nicely in response, and passionately squeezes my ears and strokes my neck. He's now turning and moving his pretty blonde head, and is REALLY CLOSE. He shifts his weight to his left leg and moves his right leg back and up until his foot makes contact with the wall. The result is that he has THRUST his boycrotch out- giving me greater access. As I break from his scrotum, and begin gently nibbling on the taint between his balls and his hole he moans loudly and passionately strokes my hair with his free hand. With his other hand he's fisting his dick hard now- no longer focused on the pleasure of the handjob but concentrating on the coming explosion. I return to chewing on his scrotum, all the while watching him beat off just millimeters from my face. Several feet away from us, there are loud groans, heavy panting, and the loud SPLAT of a load being fired. The other meatbeaters are all breathing heavily, and several moments later another buckles a bit from standing and is shooting several quick shots of spunk into the playspace. Several guys grunt appreciatively. The kid has returned both legs to the ground, is breathing really hard now, and is frantically jacking his dick. I realize we're only seconds away, and contemplate with much satisfaction receiving my first-ever facial. But it is not to be: The kid suddenly grabs my ears and pulls my head away from his crotch. He holds my head with his left hand and jacks with his right. Although he manages to stroke my hair and his touch is quite gentle he is holding my head several FEET away from his cock. He starts groaning loudly, and BOYCUM fires from his dick: the first two shots fly furiously past me and to the left- landing perhaps four feet in front of the kid. The third, fourth and fifth, spew out and land between us. The kid's jackaction stops, and he allows me to reach out and milk him. I am rewarded with a thick, oozing glob of boycream across my knuckles. And then it is over. He gently strokes my cheek, and then he is gone. I resume to standing and join a semi-circle of solo meatbeaters. Within a minute I'm shooting a voluminous load, reliving the vicarious oral session I've just had with my young friend.