Near Home—June, 2015
There was one last trip to the bookstore in the last days of June. It was a slow night—but an intriguing one for the voyeur in me. It’s no secret that many of the men and women who go there to lend out their girlfriends/wives are not very attractive. You occasionally get pretty, but rarely beautiful. But tonight was the exception to prove that rule. A man and woman came in—both stunning. He looked like he might have been playing softball with his league and she’d been in the stands. He had short blond hair, and an unruly hairy chest like you used to see all the time when I was a kid. His cock was thick, not long. She was stunning: tall, long legs that went on for days, smallish breasts (but beautifully shaped) and long brunette hair.
For the longest time I was their only audience. They were stripped naked and delighted to show off. There was endless oral as they flipped back and forth, first one, then the other down on their knees, with the partner in a chair. I stroked—and might as well have been in Kankakee for how much attention they paid to me.
On about the third flip around, the door opened and a real blue collar type walked in. The moment he sat down and pulled out a respectable sized cock, the man started to fuck—with all eyes on the new arrival. Soon Mr. Laborer was invited to stroke her breasts as the husband fucked. Then he was allowed lick the breasts, then invited to tongue her. The added guy paused. I could see the wheels turning. He wanted to eat her out, but that guy’s cock had just been there….and to his credit, he knelt and buried his face in her. Finally he was allowed to fuck her. Cum went in her mouth for both of them. And they all left together.
I have to say I was totally boned from this private porn performance.
My notes for the evening talk all about the above and conclude with “Sucked the small dick of the large man. Exploded on soft dicked guy and he shot.” But I cannot picture any of them, my retinas having been singed by the beautiful couple.
Near Home—July, 2015
It was a full two weeks later. Yes, you read that right. I’d had no sex of any kind for two weeks. Not even time (or energy) to wank.
I was restless. Not much of a crowd on a hot, airless summer night. I walked back into the gay theatre…
The hot Hispanic man, who likes me to eat his ass, is getting head. I have to look twice. The naked guy giving the blow job is the tall, thin top who had sucked me and then fucked my face last month. Just my walking in makes them stop, but the Hispanic, pulling out of his mouth, starts to shoot. I move in and get most of it on my tongue. I shrug at the thin top—who, it seems, didn’t want the load anyway.
The Hispanic does up his pants and gets out of there. I’m left with a naked man and his long, thin dick. I take mine out and offer it to the top. I so need someone to touch my cock.
His response is to point to the floor between his spread legs. I kneel and take his wet dick into my mouth. Instantly he becomes aggressive. Not content with my mouth speed, he fucks up into my throat. He almost makes me gag, but he’s thin enough that I don’t. He’s decided he’s boss again tonight. He fucks my face. Harder and harder.
He slows. I move to get up. I need him to touch my cock. And suddenly his naked heels are on my shoulders, forcing me back down. His hands hold my head in place.
He’s right there—and I’d had no clue. He fucks a huge load into my mouth.
And, without touching myself, I blast onto the floor under his chair.