The Biggest Three I Ever Ate:(M/M)

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    INTRODUCTION: The following is a memorable highlight of a frisky night from the summer of 2003 when I got lucky (very lucky), here in Portland, Oregon.

    PART 1: BIG YOUNG MEAT
    WHEN: Saturday 05/31/2009 11:30 P.M. to Sunday 06/01/2003 3:30 A.M.
    WHERE: Club XES/Club Glory, 415 SW 13th Ave.

    This short-lived sex club had about a two-year run, with maybe a year or two under each of its successive club names. It was basically one big room that you entered at one end, and after following a winding route inside, you then exited about twelve feet to the left of where you started. The room was painted black and kept fairly dark, with touches of red, grey, and neon yellow, and with some areas spot-lit in contrast to other areas in near darkness. Along with a wall of double-stacked lockers, there were eight glory hole booths, three private cubicles (each containing a padded three-by-four foot bench and a half-door that latched closed), a public sling, a set of facing bleachers or risers beneath a pair of televisions showing porn, a hot tub and shower, and a small six-by-nine foot group room with a central padded table and padded benches along two walls.

    This was my first visit (of three), and happened to be on the night of The Starlight Parade, part of our annual citywide Rose Festival. So while all of the downtown bars and clubs were hopping with locals and tourists, this club was dead, except for one completely uninterested guy, and little old horny me. So I did a walk-through to get a feel for the layout, and then, because absolutely nothing was happening, I contemplated heading out to a nearby adult bookstore to just be done with things. But in another few minutes, the place was suddenly flooded by a range of men and physical types, with most guys appearing to be in their thirties and forties.

    The dark glory hole booths were very active, so I took a booth that had good-sized holes on three sides, and I immediately heard someone enter the booth at my left. I leaned down to check out my neighbor: a short, beefy-muscled black guy in his early 40s, wearing a tight white T-shirt, tight pale denim short-shorts, a wide black belt, and black work boots with white socks. He quickly fed me a nice, but never fully hard 6-by-5 inch dick, and we suck-swapped for a bit. But what he really wanted was assplay, made apparent when he turned and dropped his shorts and smashed his beefy jock-strapped butt against the large opening, presenting a well used and, I’m sorry to say, not so pretty asshole for me to work on. I love ass, really I do. But this one just wasn’t doing it for me. So I briefly worked his asslips over with a couple of spit-slick fingers and gave his cheeks a little pat, and then turned my attention to the hole in the right-side wall of my booth.

    All I could see was the back of a lanky, dark-haired guy kneeling to suck from a hole in the right-side wall of his booth; he was dressed in white jeans and an untucked, cream-colored, western-styled long-sleeved shirt with rolled up sleeves. And somehow, without even seeing his face, he was generating this sexual buzz that made me hungry to hook up with him. But because he was busy sucking off over yonder, I killed time by swap-sucking with a guy through the middle glory hole in my booth. This one was a fully nude, beefy, furry blond guy in his mid-forties. He fed me a nice thick semi-erect 7-inch dick, and presented a pair of furry, low-hanging balls that were fun to play with. But he never got fully hard, and he eventually pulled away to work on one of his neighbors.

    I moved back to my right in hopes that the guy in white would turn my way, and he did. I was surprised, given the median age of the clientele, to see that Hot Guy was in his mid-twenties. He stood over six feet tall, and he had a pale, slender athletic body. His attractive face was long and a bit flat (Anglo with perhaps a touch of Hispanic in him), with big brown eyes and a great smile; dark hair hid his brows and ears with a mane of loose, shaggy, full curls. Hot Guy was relaxed and confident, and he actually seemed likable, but then factor in the fact that he was generating these rolling waves of sexual energy, and I found myself sailing on a sex buzz from just looking at the guy!

    Hot Guy gave me a grin and stood up to put his fat, semi-erect, 10-inch cock through the glory hole. One look at that beauty and I gasped an amazed “Fuck!” Shaped like a long cucumber, it was pale and even-colored, and covered in the softest, smoothest cock skin I’d ever touched. I gently held the log of hardening meat, stroking its full length, and smoothed the shaft along my cheek as it pumped upward, getting harder, but not much longer. With my dry lips apart, I slid my mouth from the furry root to the smooth, slick tip of the shaft, and then pressed against the tiny opening to taste the bit of precum starting to leak. Pulling back to take one more look, I said “Fuck!” out loud, and Hot Guy quietly laughed. Then I wet my lips and dove down hard, shoving as much of him into me as I could.

    This was a much bigger cock than what I usually encounter, and I could only get about 4 thick inches into my straining mouth. (Blowjobs aren’t my specialty, because of a shallow mouth that can open only so wide.) But a lot of saliva, tongue-work, and hand-action generally does the job at turning a semi-hard cock into a rigid shaft of meat, and it worked here. Within a few minutes, Hot Guy’s cock was bone hard and sticking straight out through the glory hole. Still I kept pulling off with an impressed “Fuck!” to admire what Hot Guy was feeding me, and then it was back to my very satisfying job of working over some seriously big cock.

    I was a little alarmed when, maybe five minutes later, Hot Guy pulled back through the glory hole. (Was he bored? Was it that bad of a blowjob?) But then he knelt and put his face to the hole. “Stand up,” he said, and as I did, he reached through the big hole and unzipped my jeans, untangled my achingly stiff and sticky 6.75 inches, and pulled me with ease through the glory hole and all the way down his throat. “Fuck!” I clung to the top of the plywood wall and, with my head thrown back I just melted into the wet heat of Hot Guy’s clutching throat. But it was pushing me too close to blast-off (me, who normally takes for-EVER to cum), and I didn’t want this scene to end without my getting another go at his meat. So I pulled out and dropped to his face. “My turn,” I said, giving him the Groucho Marx one-two-three with my eyebrows.

    Hot Guy stood up with a laugh, allowing me to again get that hard-as-a-spike, big log of meat all slicked up with spit and precum. But as much fun as that was, after a few minutes I took a breath and asked: “How would you feel about fucking me with that big thing?” Hot Guy laughed at my bluntness and, kneeling to face me, said with a grin: “Meet me outside.” I wondered if he meant outside of the building, but when we stepped out of our respective booths, he took my hand and led me through the club, picking up a few free condoms on the way, and saying “Hi” to other guys he seemed to know.

    After taking a quick look into the pair of cubicles deeper within the facility, Hot Guy led me to the third one, closest to the exit, which afforded us a bit more privacy because of the way it was positioned. He latched the half-door shut, and we awkwardly made out while attempting to undress each other, finally giving up to just undress ourselves. I was the first one to climb onto the padded “bed”, which was closed in by black plywood walls that were seven feet tall, opening above us to allow sounds and dim light from the main room into our darkened little world.

    Hot Guy was grinning and unhurried, and I noted that he chewed gum throughout our entire encounter. At one point later in the evening, I was so amused and amazed by his non-stop gum chewing, considering all we’d been doing with our mouths, that I jokingly asked: "Do you still have that gum?" With a smile, he stuck out his long tongue to show me the wad of pale pink gum. I just laughed and moved right in to mash my mouth against his to carry on as before.
     
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    PART 1: BIG YOUNG MEAT (continued)

    Anyway, the two of us are both over six-feet tall, and there we were, rolling around on that little “bed” and knocking knees and elbows against the walls while making out (and he knew how), before moving on to swap-sucking and some 69 action, too. Ending up on my back, I eventually pulled that big cock out of my mouth and asked Hot Guy if I could rim him. He pulled off my cock and turned to give me a grin: "Only if I get to rim you, too." I nodded eagerly, and he sat back, lowering his firm, lightly furred, squeaky-clean ass right onto my mouth. So with his balls draped over my chin and neck, and that big dick of his thumping hard and heavy along my sternum, I got busy, working over his tight slick bud until it was relaxed and puffy and dripping with spit.

    Hot Guy let me feed on his hole for another few minutes before turning around to stretch out on top of me, sliding that long tongue into my mouth while his hands latched firmly behind my widespread knees. As he started to roll me up, pushing my knees up beside my ears, he broke our lip-lock and said with a grin: “Your turn.” He continued pushing until I was balanced on my upper back and shoulders, with my rigid dick dangling overhead, maybe six inches away, and drooling strings of sweet precum right onto my face. He couldn’t have known that shooting into my own mouth is a favorite way to cum, and I was thinking that things couldn’t possibly get any hotter.

    Then he made contact. Oh, fuck! Now, I am all about my ass, so when that long wet tongue began to gently lap at my hole, I gasped and actually stopped breathing for a minute to revel in the sensations that zapped my libido into overdrive. And since I’m no limp fuck, I did my bit by contracting and pushing out, giving Hot Guy my spotless, spit-puckered bud to suck on and dig into.

    I must have been speaking in Fuck Tongues or something, because Hot Guy pulled pack with a grin, lowered my ass to his lap, and asked: “Are you OK?” I nodded and exhaled a long: “Fu-u-u-ck!” And then, while keeping his eyes on mine, he easily slipped a long finger all the way inside me. I gasped at the sudden entry, and my dick burped a squirt of precum right up to my sternum. Hot Guy slid in two fingers, digging deep, turning his fingers and stretching the tight ring of my hole. With our eyes locked, he pulled out and scooped up a glob of my precum. He slathered my hole with the cooling syrup, and then fingers one, two, and three drilled firm and deep. And that’s when I got a little greedy.

    My only experiences with fisting, up to that point, were solo scenes: awkward as hell, but I loved the sensation of “butt-fullness” and that of knuckles working over my prostate, all of which tends to keep me at a brink-of-orgasm plateau for as long as I want to hover there. So there I was, with only spit and precum for lube, and a hot-as-fuck dude who seemed willing to go all the way. And I said: “I can take more.”

    Hot Guy smiled big and kept his eyes locked on mine as he worked in finger number four and stretched and fucked my hole even wider, working over my prostate, making my dick drool a steady stream of precum, while I grabbed onto Hot Guy’s knees positioned just below my ass. Then tucking his thumb into his palm, his whole hand slipped in, right up to his wrist. I gasped “Fu-u-u-ck!” and Hot Guy held still until I caught my breath and gave him a nod. With eyes locked, his fist moved inside me, smooth and firm, sliding against my prostate, and then slowly backing all the way out, and again sliding right back in, soon picking up a steady rhythm of punch-fucking me, sometimes just holding inside, and then picking up speed again, and all the while I’m gasping “Fuck!” with every in-and-out of his fist.

    Meanwhile, I was peripherally aware of someone trying to look over the top of our cubicle’s half-door to get a look at what we were up to inside. This guy then began to jump up and down like a Jack Russell Terrier before he finally just reached over and unlatched the door and came right on in, followed by four other guys, all descending on us like ravenous vultures. One heavy-set guy climbed the table to straddle my face, forcing his chunky dick into my mouth, but I was in an awkward position and had to keep pushing his cock out so I could breath. My vision was blocked, but I knew Hot Guy was getting worked on too, and I felt a bit of jealous disappointment as his attention was getting diverted away from me. Then an intruder tried to get his hand inside me along with Hot Guy's. That’s when I finally put an end to it all: we'd been going at it for 20-plus minutes of fisting with no actual lube in my ass, and I was feeling the friction (and not in a good way). The Vultures mercifully relented and, disappointed, they all took off.

    Hot Guy and I just laughed a “What the fuck!” at our sudden invasion, and then he eased his hand out of me. I told him to use my T-shirt to clean us up with, which I then tossed in the garbage. Then Hot Guy stood up to get back into his clothes, saying he needed a break and was going to get a Coke. I stayed put while Hot Guy dressed, and gave him a hug and a kiss before he left.

    After a shower, I found that my locker was right next to a young, skinny, bleached blond Bitch Queen who was in a jealous rage, relaying to his young, very hot, dark-haired friend how Bitch Queen’s boyfriend was a Shit Hole. I got out of their way, fast, giving them a few minutes to pack up and get out. Then I continued dressing, noting that the glory hole booths across from the lockers were bustling with activity. I had just pulled on my over shirt when Hot Guy walked by, briefly sliding the palm of his hand along my stomach as he stuck out his tongue to show me he still had that gum, and with a grin, he kept on moving. I croaked out an exhausted “Have fun!” as he disappeared around the corner of the glory hole booths and back into the club.

    On the fifteen-minute hike home, I caught myself laughing out loud at walking like a bow-legged veteran cowboy with an ass that had been super-tenderized! But that tender ass was worth every minute of my amazing time spent with Hot Guy. (It was a good lesson, too, to remember to always carry a vial of lube with me whenever I go out to play.)

    2009 Epilogue: I never saw Hot Guy again, and my two return trips to the club (before it shut down) were far less eventful or rewarding. But man, oh, man! That was a night to remember, and whack off to, again, and again . . .
     
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    PART 2: BIG MOCHA MEAT
    WHEN: Monday 07/07/2003 11:45 P.M. to Tuesday 07/08/2003 12:45 A.M.
    WHERE: Taboo Adult Video-MLK, 237 SE Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd.

    I’d been to this location a few times, and the crowd and action was always hit and miss: a Ghost Town on some nights, and on other nights there’d be a fair amount of traffic with some hot interactions, and a nice mix of whites and blacks, and a range of ages and physical types. Unfortunately, on occasion, I’d do an about face and get the hell out of there if the black drug crowd had taken over the back arcade area.

    But tonight the place was cookin'! The mystery was: Why at that hour, and on a Monday? Oddly enough, I was kind of in the mood to just go solo and crank out a quick load while zipping through video channels and dropping a few bucks. Sometimes, for me, it’s enough to be around all of that jacked-up male energy without actually interacting with it.

    Anyway, all booths were taken except for a lone, small Buddy Booth: these had no glory hole, but did have a shared glass panel you and your neighbor could “de-fog” in order to watch each other jerk off. And tonight, instead of leaving the door ajar as an open invitation, I just left it unlocked, in case one of the many “rattlers” wanted to take a peek, and then, if we were both up for it, anything could happen. Meanwhile, I fed a few dollars into the machine, unzipped my jeans, pulled my cock and balls through the fly of my boxer shorts, and started channel surfing. I stopped at a straight D.P. scene with great rear shots of two hot, big-dicked athletes fucking the hell out of some gal’s ass, and I was merrily jacking away while wishing that was my ass getting reamed from here to next week.

    Soon enough I saw the “?” light flashing above the knee-to-chin Buddy Window. When I “de-fogged” the glass, all I got was a quick look at the guy in the next booth from the neck down, noting a T-shirt and jeans, just as another guy opened my door and stepped into my booth. This one was a nice looking bear with a cropped beard in his late thirties, tall and broad-chested, who wasted no time in pulling out a really fat dick sprouting from a thick patch of cock fur. Well, that meat looked good enough to eat, so I got right down on my knees and worked that chunky dick inside my mouth in two seconds flat. But once The Beard got hard, he pulled me off his 5-incher saying: “Too soon.” Then he got down to suck me to the root, with his beard and mustache giving the blowjob an extra kick by roughing up my cropped pubes and plucked balls with all of his bristly face fur. However, after a few minutes, The Beard pulled off, stood up, tucked his dick away, and with a smile said he wanted to check out the other booths.

    I realized I’d forgotten about the guy in the next booth, and while I got a kick out of knowing he’d been watching me swap-suck with The Beard, I was disappointed to discover that at some point I had lost my neighbor altogether: the Buddy Window had been “fogged up” and his booth was dark and empty. So I turned my attention back to the monitor, surfing channels, trying to decide between a fantastic gay rimming scene (well-lit and with the camera in the right place, for a change), or another channel with a pale bubble-butt athlete getting skewered at each end by a pair of growling, big-dicked, rough and furry muscle men.

    Again I was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing behind me. I turned to find an extraordinarily handsome mocha brown athlete in his late twenties had joined me, and with a modest smile, he positioned himself with his back to the Buddy Window. Mocha Dude stood well over six feet tall, and he had a shaved head, big beautiful amber eyes, and the superb physique of a regular at the gym. He wore an unbuttoned short-sleeved cream-colored shirt over a white A-shirt, baggy khaki shorts over print boxers, and sandals.
     
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    PART 2: BIG MOCHA MEAT (continued)

    Mocha Dude just stood there giving me that easy smile, and I sensed what might have been a little shyness coming from this nice, gentle, quiet guy. But then he placed his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, using the rest of his fingers to gently massage the large mound at his crotch, and I asked: “Can I help with that?” Mocha Dude gave me a big smile and, keeping his eyes on mine, he unzipped his fly and reached in to pull out a beautiful 9-inch slab of semi-erect meat. And it was still growing.

    Well, I have a face that reveals everything, and Mocha Dude seemed quietly amused by the obvious look of delight on my happy mug, which probably came across as something like “Thank you, Santa!” I stepped up between his spread legs and just handled that big cock, gently fondling and stroking the soft, soft skin of that dark shaft until it stood fully erect and throbbing, hovering in mid-air perpendicular to his body. How big? I have extra large hands, and having done the one-two-three hand-stack on a ruler back at home, I knew I had at least a 10-inch dick in my hands. But Mocha Dude’s cock had another 2 fat inches to go, and I could just barely get my wrapped-around thumb and middle finger to touch. That’s right: when full-grown, I was faced with 12 fat inches of big, thick, rock hard and throbbing, beautiful brown meat.

    So I just stood there, kind of leaning in towards Mocha Dude, both of us shifting our eyes from my handling of his cock and back to each other’s eyes again. Because he was probably straight, maybe bi at best, and keeping his hands to himself for the duration, I stayed away from his face, although that mouth was just made for kissing. Sadly, I didn’t get to explore the rest of his body either, which deserved at least an hour or two of worship, with that flawless mocha brown skin and amazing physique. But I was happy to continue with the handjob, and increased the pressure of my hands until his breathing became audible and his cock began to drool.

    That would have been the perfect point to turn around and back right onto that big beauty. But I didn’t want to scare him off, and instead I stepped back and bent over to see how much of Mocha Dude’s meat I could get down my throat. Not much, as it turns out, with only the fat cockhead and another 2 inches at most stretching my jaw to the max (my ass is much more accommodating). Did Mocha Dude complain? Hell, no! The second his cock hit the back of my throat, he let out a groan and a big burp of precum, which ratcheted up my enthusiasm, and then I really went to town, giving him one heck of a suck-and-hand job.

    This guy must have been pretty hot to trot from the start, because within ten minutes of his stepping into the booth and allowing me to impale my mouth on his cock, Mocha Dude’s breathing became forced, his body began to tense up, and his dick became hard as a spike. He exhaled what sounded like a cross between a sigh and a moan, and then he went stiff. Beneath my fingers I could feel the first jet working its way from the base of his cock before it blasted the back of my throat. And with each successive blast, Mocha Dude would quietly moan and fire off another long blast of hot cum, right past my tongue, filling me up, good and fast.

    It took another couple of minutes for him to go dry, and believe me, I sucked out every drop of cum he had to offer. (Sweet stuff, too: he must have been a fruit juice drinker.) When Mocha Dude caught his breath and slumped against the Buddy Window with a satisfied sigh, I asked with a laugh: “Are you OK?” He nodded with a shy grin, and then straightened up to get that slowly softening shaft back into his baggy shorts. As he zipped up, I said: “Thanks.” Silent as ever, he just smiled and slipped out the door.

    After that experience, I didn’t want any interruptions to take the edge off the sex buzz I was soaring on. So I locked the door, dropped a buck in the machine, and quickly located a scene with a big cock yanking free of a hot ass, just as it slammed that gaping hole with a half-dozen blasts of thick white cum. And I was there. I immediately turned my rigid, drooling dick towards the Buddy Window with a loud “Fuck!” and splattered the glass with ropes of hard-hitting cum, making one hell of a mess. But, fuck me, it was worth it. (And being a good Scout, I cleaned up the glass and floor with paper towels.)

    2009 Epilogue: I’ve made a number of return trips to Taboo-MLK, enjoying a wide range of white and black cocks and the men attached to them, but I never again had such an encounter with so large a cock, or with a man as nice and well-built as Mocha Dude on that summer night, way back in 2003.
     
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    PART 3: BIG MAN MEAT
    WHEN: Saturday 08/23/2003 8:50-11:00 P.M.
    WHERE: Oregon Theatre, 3530 SE Division St.

    The Oregon Theatre is discreetly located in one of the city’s close-in, older residential neighborhoods. And Gang, this place is a trip and-a-half: guys online often proclaim (with some exaggeration) the OT to be a dump populated by trolls, the obese, and the decrepit. But that’s exactly what makes finding a gem in a pile of dog poo such a thrill. So here on my first visit, I had a pretty good idea of what to expect.

    Once I’d paid, made my way through the small lobby and stepped inside the theater, I came to a halt next to the right entrance door, giving myself a few minutes to adjust to the darkness and take in the lay of the land. The cavernous space holds a mix of traditional movie seating and 1980s boxy looking pale gray upholstered love seats. (Just imagine the stains.) On screen was some of the crappiest straight porn imaginable, poorly projected from a DVD player in the fourth row. Around me, maybe two-dozen men seemed to be constantly on the move. A few men were in their forties, but most were in their late fifties through seventies. There were no athletes or lookers in the bunch, but for one.

    Tall Man was in his early forties, pale, and easily over six feet tall with a trim-to-average build, a pleasant face, and conservatively cut dark hair; he was dressed in a short-sleeved navy blue polo shirt and dark jeans. He stood to my left, centered against the back wall between the set of entrance doors that were twelve feet to either side of him. I could just make out that he was jacking off through his opened fly, but the constant parade of men blocked the light so I couldn’t get a look at his dick. He brushed away a couple of guys who moved in on him, and then he took off, walking by me a couple of times as he, and everyone else, kept shifting around the place.

    After Tall Man and several others drifted off and left the back wall open, I stepped over to take center position against the wall. My being tall, yoga-slim, and (more importantly) new, seemed to stir up a bit of a buzz in the hive, yet no one made a move. However, at the right side of the theater, in the back row, a seated guy turned to suck off the guy standing behind him, and at the left side a loud drunken duo briefly traded blowjobs and then carried on a full-volume getting-to-know-you conversation. Then someone let loose with a long loud fart, followed by laughter from the hive.

    After twenty minutes of mind-numbingly bad straight porn and no signs of potential live action, I was thinking I'd cut my losses and scoot along, but Tall Man suddenly returned. He stood about nine feet to my left and started giving me The Look. And you know what I’m talking about. It’s when someone desirable focuses all of their sexual energy on you, and your body reacts with a quickened pulse, a spike in body temperature, an instantly pumped-up cock, and you get that need to release some pressure good and fast, or you might spontaneously combust. Oh, yeah. That look.

    And then The Gent stepped in between us. (Aw, crap!) The Gent was tan and of average build, in his late sixties, with white hair and mustache, glasses, and dressed in a pressed gray plaid shirt and dark gray dress pants. He pulled up at my left and inched closer until his elbow rubbed against my arm, while I kept shifting my eyes from the screen to Tall Man, who was watching from The Gent's left. Thinking fast, my plan was to diplomatically do The Gent quickly, hoping I might then get a crack at Tall Man. So keeping my eyes locked on Tall Man’s, I turned to The Gent and pretty much pinned him to the wall with my body, leaning in to tell him that I wasn't turned on but would be happy to help him out. (I had to repeat everything. Hearing problems?)

    Tall Man stepped away from the wall, passed in close to see what we were up to, and turned to watch us from beside the other door. Meanwhile The Gent got very chatty, spinning some yarn about all the things he wanted to do to me, and then said he wanted some privacy, telling me to follow him up to the second floor restroom after giving him a fifteen-second lead. The Gent took off, and I paused and followed, passing close to Tall Man, who remained at the door. After stopping at the water fountain in the lobby (kind of hoping Tall Man would follow, but he didn’t), I hiked the creaky stairs to the second floor.

    When I entered the wreck of a restroom, The Gent was just finishing a piss in the out-in-the-open toilet, right next to the clogged sink in the right corner. We groped and swap-sucked my 6.75-by-5 for his 6-by-4 inches, trying not to get our knees wet on the paper towel littered, piss and water-soaked floor. Unfortunately, The Gent was quite the talker (and not in a good way), carrying on about how nice our cocks were, how hot it all was, with an unlikely tale thrown in about his sucking off his straight, younger, married neighbor. Yap, yap, yap. The non-stop chatter might have been a turn-on for him, but I was teetering on the fence of laughter and plain annoyance, and just wished he'd shut the fuck up while I mostly worked on him.

    Minutes later, Tall Man appeared and The Gent invited him over, still yap, yap, yapping away. Tall Man pulled out a made-for-porn, beautifully shaped, pale 11-inch dick with a slight upward curve, which The Gent and I enthusiastically worked on for a few minutes. But I think The Gent's endless porn spiel was a mood-killer for Tall Man, who seemed more interested in me anyway. Tall Man, never having said a word, soon quietly zipped up and headed out, leaving me to carry on with the yappy one.

    I was determined to quickly finish off The Gent, who said he wanted me to take his come in my mouth and then spit it out. It seemed like an odd request, but it happened pretty fast, so, whatever. And still he was chattering away, as if he was reading aloud some preposterous porn tale for the blind and/or easily entertained. The Gent seemed satisfied and pleased with himself as he tidied up and finally took off, leaving me to wash up in merciful silence. I then headed downstairs to scout out Tall Man.
     
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    PART 3: BIG MAN MEAT (continued)

    Inside the theater, I stood at the back to adjust to the dim light, and in a few minutes Tall Man walked by, giving me The Look, and then he took a seat in the back row off the left aisle. He looked my way a couple of times, so I walked over, knelt behind him and, nodding towards his lap, I asked: “Do you want a hand with that?” He said, "Sure," and made room for me on the love seat, while pulling his jeans and white briefs down to mid-thigh. It was awkward as hell leaning over from the side to suck on him, and his dick was so long and fat that I could only get about a third of it in my tightly-plugged mouth, but that didn’t stop me from giving it the old college try.

    About five minutes later, a grouchy male voice of authority in the aisle behind us barked: "The left side is for couples!" (As if honeymooning straight couples would ever set foot in that joint.) Tall Man tucked in and zipped up, and I followed him to the right side of the theater to settle into another love seat. There was more legroom at our new locale, so I was able to get down in front of him, which worked better for me. And although he was non-reciprocal, and shook his head “No” when I asked if he fucked with that thing (Damn!), I was more than happy to go slow and steady, sucking and stroking the length of that magnificent shaft, and taking the occasional detour to lap away at his smooth, low-hanging balls.

    Tall Man was silent throughout most of our forty-five minute encounter, but at mid-point he did say that it sometimes takes a long time for him to cum. He then took a break to stretch his legs (which gave my jaw a much-needed rest), returning minutes later to tell of a cross-dresser in a “Jason/Friday the 13th” mask sucking off some guy on the other side of the theater. (Talk about a boner-killer!) But back with me, Tall Man sat back, dropped trou and pulled up his shirt, allowing me even greater access than before. So up I went to lightly move along his neck with my lips and tongue, with his head to the side or titled back, which brought out some hushed sighs and moans from him. However, I stayed clear of his mouth, suspecting he was (at most) bi-/gay-curious, because he kept his hands to himself through most of our encounter.

    Soon I moved downward to briefly give his flat nipples (with few hairs) a bit of attention, before dropping down, down, down below his balls, but not quite to his ass (Damn!), to nuzzle and lick through the lightly-furred region with those warm, loose, low-hangers draped over my face. It was a good place to be, but by then I had worked up a bit of a sweat, so I pulled off my shirt and pushed my jeans down to my knees to cool off and give him access, in case his bi-/gay-curiosity got the best of him.

    I got some nice hot moans out of Tall Man when I’d lick from his balls to cock to nips to neck, particularly when leaning in to graze my heavily leaking cock along the heat of his big meat and lightly furred body. And then I took a chance: on the fourth slide up the front of his body, I lifted my hips and his cock slid between my legs, right up along the cleft of my smooth, damp ass cheeks. Tall Man’s eyes popped open and he let out a gasp. I knew he wasn’t interested in fucking me, so I didn’t push my luck. But for a few minutes, I just gently nuzzled his neck while my dick slid along his flat belly, and his own slick meat rode outside my starving hole.

    Tall Man’s cock was drooling a steady stream of precum at that point, and his breathing was getting more intense and audible. I asked him to let me know when he thought he might come, because I wanted it in my mouth, and I got back down there to give him The Treatment. And soon enough, his shaft got steel-hard beneath my steadily stroking hands, and his cock head plumped up big and fat inside my mouth. With a faint moan and subtle movements of his abdomen as a warning, Tall Man gripped my shoulders and, with a look of painful pleasure on his face, he came, smoothly gushing a nice load of surprisingly sweet-tasting cum, and I took it all, swallowing and sucking out everything that big dick could feed me. And when he was done, I found it hard to pull myself away, almost enjoying his cock more in its full, heavy, semi-erect state than when spike-hard and throbbing.

    After Tall Man caught his breath, we stood to get our clothes in order, and I said: "Thanks, that was fun." He smiled, asked if I came there often, and was surprised to hear it was my first visit. Tall Man said he dropped in on Friday or Saturday nights, and that maybe we could hook up again. “Sure,” I said (and meaning it). “See you later.” And then he walked down the aisle to the rear exit of the theater at the left side of the screen.

    I put my clothes back in order and hit the restroom to wash up. Then, grinning like a fool, and with the taste of sweet cum still lingering on my tongue, I stepped out into the breeze of a hot, humid night, just in time to catch the last bus back into downtown.

    2009 Epilogue: I made just two return trips to the OT since my 2003 encounter, but I never saw Tall Man again, nor did I have as hot an encounter at that place. I did, however, hook up with The Gent on my last visit a few years ago. I didn’t realize who it was until he started yapping away, which gave me the giggles, so I excused myself and got the hell out of the building, laughing all the way to the bus stop. “Yap, yap, yap . . .”
     
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    I do actually "write more": mostly gay erotica under various names at several publications. However, this particular trio of excerpts from my sex journals seemed tailor-made for LPSG. If I stumble across any other big dick-themed material in my writer's vault, I'll be sure and post it.
     
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