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.
But he seems happy to have the load.
At least that’s something.