Near Home—August, 2016
This picks up from
where the last post left off when I was left alone in the gay theatre after
Kurt’s orgy…
I sit and watch the movie.
A new man walks in.
He’s built, blond and with striking good looks. I guess he’s in his early 40’s. He looks at me, sitting in the chair to my
right. He turns to me. “A guy in the arcade says you feed piss. Got any?”
“Not quite yet.” I deliberately
open my water bottle and take a hefty swig.
“But soon.”
“Can I suck that thing ‘til you do?” He points at my cock, which has a new pearl
of pre-cum on the slit.
“Sure.”
He gets on his knees between my legs and makes a dive for
cock.
“Whoa.” I push back
against his shoulder and look him in the eye.
“Lick the jizz off first. Savor
it.”
His whole demeanor changes.
He takes my cock in both his hands and almost reverently licks my piss
slit. He grunts under his breath at the
taste of my pre-cum. He squeezes my
shaft and another drop appears. He
touches it with his tongue and then pulls his head back. The pre-cum forms a pearly strand. Just before it breaks, his head dives back
down and he engulfs my wet dick.
It’s my turn to grunt.
He’s the kind of cock sucker you hope for. He understands protecting my big flared head
from his teeth. He knows about
suction. About spit. About verbal appreciation as my cock keeps leaking. I can only guess it’s from years of parking
himself on the other side of any gloryhole he can find.
He pulls off me. “That’s
a great dick.” He swallows hard. “Fuck my mouth.”
I stand up. I grab
him by the ears and hold him still. “Open.” I don’t need to tell him what to do, but he
responds with a whimper in the back of his throat. That’s all I need. I go into Dom Top mode. I hold him with my left hand, and slap my wet
shaft against this cheek. One side, then
the other.
“Stick out your tongue.” He does.
I slap it two times before I shove into his wet mouth.
I fuck into him—short strokes at first. Soon I lengthen them. Then the test: to the root. I grind my bushy pubes into his nose. He takes me all. And again.
This time he gags. And he loves
it.
“Again,” he grunts as I pull out. “All of it.”
I give it to him again to the hilt. And once more. This time he gags on the third stroke and
pulls off me, panting like he’s run a marathon.
“Lick my balls.”
He moves forward and does great tongue action on the sack. I want it on the right where they join my
body.
“Get your tongue between my balls and my cock ring.” I force his head down and thrust my pelvis
forward. He finds my spot. He licks me.
Avidly. Not just there. But everywhere. Leaving me damp. I sit back down and he knee walks into place
to suck all the hair under my balls as dry as he can get it. His tongue flirts with a descent to my hole. Down the crack for a bit, but he stops himself
just short of tonguing my ass. He goes
back to the base of my cock.
He starts to rear up to suck me again.
“Wait.”
He freezes.
“I have something for you.”
I stand up and let my cock rest on his lip.
“Give it to me.” He
knows what’s coming. “Give me your piss. Make me your piss whore.”
I will myself to piss.
It takes a second for my body to respond—but it does. I start spurting piss into his mouth. He gurgles happily and takes me all down. When I finish, I thrust into his mouth
again. I hold still and let him go into
his cocksucking routine. He concentrates
on sucking the last of piss out of the slit, then cleaning the head and then
the shaft.
He pulls off me, holding my dick in one hand right at the
base. Tight. So it is at its most swollen and red. “Fuck,
I want that thing up my ass.”
I’ve been hoping for this moment. “Sure.”
“But I can’t. I just
came here today to suck a lot of dick. I’m
not…you know…ready.”
Damn. But I say—truthfully—“That’s
a shame. But better you tell me than I
find out.”
“Yeah.” He nods. Pleased I don’t seem to want to just end it. “Drink up, man.”
I sit and chug my water.
He opens his fly, for the first time, to stroke a swollen dick. He spits in his hand as he leans in and takes
me into his mouth.
The next 20 minutes is all about his sucking my cock and
balls and his almost rimming my hairy hole again. Surprisingly, we are alone that entire time.
I need to change it up.
“Show me that ass you want me to fuck.”
“But…”
“Just show it to me.”
He stands up and unbuckles his belt. He’s commando under his khakis. They drop to the floor. It’s a good sized dick, but I want to see his
butt.
“Turn.”
He does. It’s a full
ass—and as gym built as the rest of him—and downy with blond fuzz.
I slip out of the chair and onto my knees. “Lean on the
chair.” He does. Jutting that butt out in front of me. My hands touch it. I stroke.
I run my fingers down the crack.
“Sir, I’m just not deep
cleaned, but…”
That’s all I need to hear.
I spread his cheeks and inch forward. My tongue connects. Right on his hole. The shock for him is electric. He jumps—but just as quickly he grinds back
onto my tongue. He tastes great. And all the hair is driving me crazy. I get him good and wet. All I can think about is how hot it would be
to fuck him, but I’m good. I settle for
the oral banquet he’s providing. I reach
forward and grab his hard cock. I pull
it down and back. I hunker down and swab
the dripping head with my tongue. I don’t
swallow, but go back up to his hole and push it into him.
“Fuck,” he whimpers.
I finally stop rimming.
I’ll fuck him and be damned if I keep on. And I have to piss anyway.
“Knees!”
He senses my urgency and spins around, kneeling before me. I get my cock in his mouth just as the flow
begins. He gurgles it down.
“Don’t swallow it all,” I tell him. “Save some in your mouth.”
When I stop, I pull him up by the armpits. “Kiss me.”
He does. And
yellowballs the remains of my piss into my mouth. I push some back into his. He squirms in my embrace and shoots his load
all over my cock and balls.
I push him down to the floor. “Clean it up.” His tongue finds the biggest blob of cum on
my nut sack. But I push his head back
and fire my built up load into his open mouth.
Holy shit! I think you might have topped yourself (sot to speak). That's such a hot bookstore story. I would trade places with him in a minute (or with you, for that matter!).
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I was pretty sure you'd like this post!
DeleteI forgot to add that I hope you have another session with this hot lucky man.
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I have NOT seen him back at the bookstore, but just two days ago he found my picture on one of the hook up sites and contacted me. We will be getting him into the sling pretty soon.
DeleteI an't wait to read all about it!
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