Near Home—May, 2016
When I started this blog I promised I’d write the truth
about my sex life: the good, the bad and
the ugly. This entry doesn’t qualify as
any of those. But perhaps it’s the
shortest entry.
It had been an awful
week. I had no desire to play at
all. Work was taking up all my time—and keeping
me up with worry every other night. And
then the nights I did sleep I felt anything but refreshed when I woke up. I
cancelled a play session at my house for I knew I’d be terrible company—and I
simply couldn’t be out of the office for a couple of hours.
So by Friday, just this
last Friday, I knew I had to do something.
I knew I didn’t want someone in my play room—I just needed something
nice and anonymous. So off I went to my
usual bookstore with a week’s worth of jizz in my balls…
I pull my car into an all but deserted parking lot. Last week it had been packed and I’d had a
blast. There are maybe three cars in the
lot. Not a good sign.
I go in. Buy the
ticket. Sit alone in the straight
theatre on the battered leatherette couch.
It’s a cold night. And they have the
air conditioning on. It’s freezing. But the porn is good. Maybe it’s too good. A whole disc of four men on a girl. Nasty fucking in every hole—and sometimes two
in one hole or the other.
I jerk in solitude.
Deciding that this is just fine.
A Grizzly Adams type comes in. He ignores me.
The door opens again.
A handsome 40-ish blond comes in.
He stands next to me. He squeezes
his crotch. He reaches for my cock. I let him stroke it. He hefts it with a muttered “Nice.”
He unzips and sticks a sizable dick in my mouth. This is perfect. I really want his load and to get off as I
take it.
He fucks my face. He
pulls out and goes down on me. He’s
good, though he’s at a slightly odd angle.
He gets up, sits next to me and pulls my head into his lap. I suck.
“You need to fuck me.”
He gets up and drops his pants. This really interests Grizzly Adams.
I lube my dick and am about to get up. But the blond wants to sit on my cock. He straddles my legs and lowers himself down
on me. He’s tight. I finally bust through his ring.
And I shoot.
The whole week’s worth of cum.
Not even one stroke.
I apologize.
But he seems happy to have the load.
At least that’s something.
Wow. That seems unusual for you even for having been backed up for a week!
ReplyDeleteI know. I think my body was telling me to go home. So I did.
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