BONEHEAD SQUARE SeXStoRY

BONEHEAD SQUARE Upon my arrival, there didn’t seem to be a lot of activity, so I stayed at the counter and conversed with the clerk. Few words had fallen before I heard footsteps, looked to my right to get a visual on a man walking toward me from the area where I should have gone right away. The look of longing on his familiar and handsome face as he walked toward and then past me with a nod of acknowledgment told me I’d arrived too late to attend to the needs of his thick and uncut seven inch boner. Which I had already stared down at, and figured he had to have gotten off prior. My mouth watered as he exited. Yet seconds later from the outside there came another man onto the scene. His too was a familiar face to my hungry eyes and his bone to my eager mouth. We made small talk and eye fucked each other into oblivion as he purchased tokens. I felt the hot eagerness welling up in my throat as I watched his ass while he walked through the doorway. I immediately cut short my conversation with the clerk and followed him, there into the ‘arcade’. Where men meet to get comfortable with other men. You know, do what we do best with, to, and for each other... It seemed he’d all but disappeared by the time I’d stepped into and gotten my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit and seemingly empty maze. So I walked to and entered the nearest booth I knew had a Bonehead Square. Within mere seconds of shutting my door, the door to the adjoining booth fully opened and then closed. I slowly crouched and peered through the square as I listened for what was to happen. And then a token fell. As his space lit up and I became able to first see the flaccid, uncut cock that waited there; I also came to recognize the manly body it belonged to, and that fact alone caused a wave of hungry saliva to flood warmly over my tongue. “Feed me that cock!” I whispered through to him as I slid two fingers along the square for a second or so. I nodded my head and smiled wider as he stepped closer. His handsome face was next to show at the square, to my happy surprise. I stared into the heat that smoldered in his green eyes. “You want that cock, don’t you?” He asked in a whisper and then seethed. “Yes sir.” I whispered back, moaned a bit and leaned closer to him. “I need for you to feed it to me!” I told him. “Good, ‘cause you’re gonna get it, bonehead!” He threatened. “Yes sir! Please, feed me that cock, sir!” I begged in a loud whisper. “Please let me be your personal bonehead.” In the next second, he stood and I got to enjoyably watch that cock further stir with the eager anticipation we all felt to feel the heat of my mouth upon it. I moaned and licked my lips as he eased just the head past the edge of the square. As always, I gave that meat a quick sniff and then moaned loudly for love of the clean male smell of that dick. I licked the foreskin once and then eased fully to my knees as he lifted it with a finger. In the next second, I heard myself groan with hunger as I gave in to the power of the bonehead square and slurped down the shaft to his fingers. He pushed another inch or so through to me; I opened my mouth ever wider in full acceptance. Even managed to feel the stocky foreskin roll back as the thick head buried itself in my throat on the second suck down. I growled loud with greed as I held it there and he pushed ever harder against the bonehead square, to help insure the head stayed buried. “Yeah!” He whispered loudly and banged his fist on the wall that separated us. I freed his cock from my throat but continued to suck slowly up and down it while I whipped out my hard meat to let it breathe. I’d only gotten a few strokes down on it before he pulled his cock from my mouth, back into his space and then began to rub two thick fingers on the edge of the square. As I stood, I looked at his fingers and felt my cock throb hard enough to make me sigh. I then pushed my jeans to my ankles, knelt on the bench before me and eased my meat closer to the husky fingers that waited at the edge to touch it. He moaned as his warm digits helped ease my cut cock through the bonehead square, and then he gently stroked it as he always did; just to feel the nine-inch length. I gasped and then sighed staccato as he suddenly and swiftly dragged his tongue over the head once, twice and then he went down just past the head. “That’s right!” I whispered as he eased further down the shaft and made my meat throb again. I then leaned my head against the wall and let the affection of the square and all the man-fuck energy it possessed surge through my six-foot kneeling. “Suck my cock through that hole!” I rasped in whisper to him and spread my knees a bit so as to lower the position of my body. Had to lower my cock angle so as to give him access to every inch. Suck my cock he surely did from then on; almost to the point where I thought he just might make me blow. He pulled heavy groans from me by mixing in a few good throatings as he slurped up, down and over it with admirable bonehead skill. I even wished to feel his head in my hands at one point so my long fingers could get grip on the softness of his thick brown hair; I’d fuck his head nice and proper. Put his oral skill to the test and see if it would allow him to be able to put his nose in the hair patch above my meat without my saying ouch. I felt him slow his slick saliva job a bit and I eased him into stopping by easing my cock back through bit by bit. Hell, I needed to get my bearings after such a wonderful sucking. Yet all the while my mouth had continued to water and my throat itched to feel his meat again fill it for as long as we could stand. And then a token fell. In the short interim between the dark and the light, I climbed from the wall bench, crouched and rapped my fingers a bit loudly along the smooth bottom edge of the square. Just as the light began to fill my space, his bone once again appeared to my greedy eyes. I licked my lips first and then the head of it. Slurped over the full seven and a half inches open-mouthed and with heavy saliva to wet it. He gasped and shoved to me as it throbbed, I moaned and felt the thick head slide down till my nose touched wood. The first nasal inhale was great. The second one was really awesome! I damn sure wanted to stay down there for the third, but the need for air brought my lips back to the head. Where I got that final good nasal inhale and then began to suck his cock with bonehead skill and a hungry show of how much I loved it just the way it was being given me. Nothing felt better for that moment than being in my space, alone with that cock. As he’d done for my meat, I gave his cock every occasional throating I could give. I sneaked a few throat massage moments to really make that cock throb, then I came back up on it only to laze my tongue around the head for a while, which he immensely enjoyed. Yet once he began to again thrust to me, I ceased my motion, yet slowly let his ease me deeper down on his shaft. Didn’t take long before I began to stroke my cock and give him full access to my throat once again. It was just a few more throat fuck moments like that before he banged his fist on the wall, grunted some fuckspeak I couldn’t make out and then his load began to pour. I managed to get a satisfied moan out behind the shot that went straight down my throat; before the rest of his thick load began to pour in. I moaned with pure bonehead greed as I first swallowed every drop of his manjuice, and then continued to lick slowly over the head while his thick fingers milked out the last drops to my hunger. I gazed at his cock and licked my lips as he pulled it back through the bonehead square and stood up. As I heard him step back and begin to get himself together, I wiped my mouth and exited my booth seconds later. I took my bonehead hunger and followed the next light I saw to the other end of the corridor and entered the adjoining booth. I locked the door; leaned over and peered through the square. Certainly enjoyed meat gazing at the humpy and hairy, handsome bearded bear of a man that sat on the wall bench and stroked such a thick uncut cock. “Damn.” I whispered loud enough for him to hear. He then leaned forward to the square to see who peered into his space, and my finger being slid along the edge of the square. He began to smile as he pushed his jeans down further; exposed his large and hairless balls to my hungry gaze. “Yeah Daddy!” I whispered. He then chuckled and then stepped closer to the bonehead square. And then a token fell. “That’s right, go get that cock!” I heard him whisper after the light began to fill my space and my fingers eased over his plump cockhead. Next was my nose and it was filled to the brim with the fresh, day-in-the-woods worth of slightly sweaty crotch scent that clung to his meat. I licked the foreskin while I released the groan that had welled up at some stage in the sniff. I licked it a second time and his bone had my head bobbing. I only haunched ever closer to the square and slurped further down his lengthened meat as the darkness claimed my space once again. By the next time I got to hear him moan, the exposed head of that eight-inch cock had slid down my throat for the second time. I only held it there and milked for more of every shove forward he put to the wall. Every groan and every word he put forth in encouragement aided in my continuation to treat his bone so right. He gruffly told me that he knew how much I wanted to be where I haunched, and how much I deserved that cock he shoved through for me. “You sure like to take all that cock, don’t you?” He said. I groaned in full bonehead agreement, he pounded the wall lightly. And then a token fell. He began to move with rhythm as the light began to fill up his space. I eased fully to my knees before the beloved bonehead square and swiftly sucked his cock. Every fresh thrust just made me want the next and I enjoyed the feel of it all the more as he shoved that stiffness down my throat time and time again. Yeah, it would have been nice to share a booth together; so I could feel his big hands on me. Feel those thick fingers hold my head steady. Feel the muscles in his torso work under my fingers as he used that humpy body to fuck that dickhead in and out of my throat at his leisure. Yet, as it is known, there is no other feeling like being a bonehead through that square; fuck yeah man; just you in love with that cock in a room alone. On my knees and under its spell, I used my lips and tongue to make love to his manhood. I made it throb with a light lick over the top, commanded it to pulse mightily a few times with a tongue flick over the slit and then coaxed it to feed me copious amounts of precum when I rolled tongue around and under the thick head slowly and at length. To finally take the full length down my throat again and hold it long; that surely pulled the loud sounds of manfuck pleasure from the thick-bodied stud on the other side. He reminded me in staccato that I sucked his cock so good. Told me that he wanted to fuck my mouth all day, and then warned me that if I kept sucking his cock ‘like that’ he promised he would fill my hungry mouth with cum. And then a token fell. I got grip on the molding of the doorway and sucked all the more deftly on his cock. As the light filled up my space, I throated it with increased frequency and held it down ever longer with each fresh suck down. He called me, so many types of bonehead that I only moaned and stroked my own cock harder with every word he spoke. He told me that the way I sucked his meat felt so fucking good to him. When I swallowed and held his cock down once again, he groaned as he said he knew from the start that I’d know how to make his cock feel good. I felt my cock throb when he told me that my bonehead belonged to his cock, and that I felt happy about that. The more he told me about it all the more I wanted him to feed me the end he promised he would. To hear him growl to me that I sucked his cock so good that he’d just have to cum in my mouth made me surge. He then asked if I wanted him to cum in my mouth, and I moaned long and deep in total submission. That hairy daddy bear told me he knew I wanted that cum, and once again he promised he would make me swallow every fucking drop of his seed. And then a token fell. He slowed his assault and then eased his bone from my mouth in the interim between the dark and the light, only to shove his shaven balls against my lips. “Lick my fucking balls!” He commanded and began to moan with utmost pleasure as I turned my head slightly to the side and felt glad the bonehead square was open enough to allow me to obey him. He asked if I liked his big man balls in my face, and then laughed when I moaned in answer. “That’s right you love licking my big balls! Lick ‘em harder! They’re full of juice and I’m gonna soon empty it all in your hungry mouth! Ain’t that right bonehead?” He said mockingly. I groaned in answer and licked harder on his balls as he had instructed. He eased his other hand through and touched my face. Moaned while he slid his fingers over my cheek and chin and then laughed as he tapped his fingers over my cheek. He then pulled his balls from my mouth and then instructed me to hang my tongue out for him. I eagerly did so to feel his fingers first get firm grip on my chin and then he moaned low and long all the while he dragged those nuts over my tongue with a f***e I loved. He slapped them over my saliva slicked tongue a few more times and then he eased his cock back over it, let go of my chin and told me to get busy sucking it again. From there, I gave him a swallow and hold on every other suck down for a bit, and he only called to me for more. As the light drifted into darkness within his space, we were both in for the duration and worked hard toward that juicy end. He groaned louder as I got as close as I possibly could and let him f u c k my greedy bonehead at his chosen speed and f***e. I felt every throb of that boner as he fucked it to my face; built things ever closer to feeding me his juice. Every word he spoke served solely to my encouragement and I fed him moans that begged and groans laced with icy seethes reciprocally. He loudly whispered that I was gonna suck it all right out; that load he had for me in his big balls. Right after I groaned in full want to his words, he furthered on to first tell me he knew how much I wanted him to shoot it in my mouth, and then he called me a fucking ball draining bonehead. “Yeah!” He said louder. “That’s what the fuck you are, aren’t ya?! You’re MY FUCKING Ball Draining Bonehead!” He said through clenched teeth and loud enough for several others out in the corridor to hear. He slammed his hips to and shook the wall one last time and then I got to taste my reward. The first blast made me moan with delight as it went straight down my throat. I swallowed just as he told me to take it. Yet I barely got to swallow it before the next volley hit and made my cock throb as it sprayed into my mouth. The daddy stud on the other side called me a good bonehead. That’s when I got that all under control and swallowed his boner down for the rest of that load. I slowly stroked the load from my cock and lavished in feeling him shake the wall again; hearing the words and sounds that were coming from his space. He sighed with satisfaction and then eased his meat from my mouth and back through the bonehead square. He sighed in staccato as he squeezed the last drops onto my tongue with one hand, while he touched my chin with the other. “That was fucking hot, man!” He said gripped tight and then patted my goatee. “Just fucking hot!” He exclaimed and then gave me a last look at his handsome face as he sat back on the wall bench. And then a token fell.