Near Home—February, 2018
I
was home between the two long trips I make each February. I was restless on a Sunday afternoon. It was too cold to open the playroom. I went to my local bookstore…
I’m on the couch in the straight theatre. An older man sits next to me. His hand is pushed under the waistband of his
stretch pants. It only comes out when he
has to take another hit of poppers. No
one else is around. I’m not shy about
undoing my pants and hauling out my stiffening meat. The porn is particularly sleazy today. I love to see guys work over all three holes
and leave the woman a whimpering, wet mess.
“That’s a nice one.”
The man next to me is no longer looking at the screen. “Do you want it sucked?”
I nod. He
slides off the couch and moves between my legs.
He takes a massive popper hit and goes down on me. He’s good—and loves what he’s doing. He stops long enough to pull his pants down
so he can stroke with his free hand—the other clutches the poppers.
Another long hit and his mouth slides to the base of
my cock. He orgasms, again and again—shooting
his load between my legs and under the couch.
He stays on me for a little bit after he’s shot, coming back to
earth. His popper’s hand now grips my
thigh. Eventually, he gets up carefully,
turning to make sure I don’t see his cock.
He tucks it away, thanks me and leaves.
Only then do I find the popper bottle—a gift—under my
leg.
*****
The crowd is picking up. I’m on the gay side now. The porn is actually not as hot. Partly for it’s condomed, partly for the
sound is not working. But there are men
here: A 30-ish Black guy, showing off a
pretty regulation sized cock; a late
20-ish White guy with cubby good looks, is jerking with one hand and fondling
his balls with the other; a guy who I
find annoying but who I have often sucked off in the past is standing at the door,
jerking and leering at me; several more are in the chairs looking at us.
All are stroking—but no one does anything. For what seems like forever.
I decide to change that. I nod at the annoying guy. He comes over and proudly shoves his fairly
thick cock in my mouth. He has no
control at all. He groans and I know he’s
going to shoot in mere moments. But not
before it inspires the Black guy to stand up and feed the Cub.
Annoying Guy cums noisily. He pulls out of my mouth, thanks me and
leaves. I get on the floor and start licking
the Cub’s balls. He lets go of his cock
reluctantly. But then grunts his pleasure
around the dick in his mouth as I deep throat him.
We change up.
I sit back in my chair and the Black guy feeds me, the Cub crawls
between my legs and gives me expert head.
We change again.
The Black guy on my dick, the Cub back in my mouth, but now fucking my
face.
And finally, the Black guy standing, with the Cub
and I kneeling before him, taking turns on his cock.
“You should let him fuck you,” he tells the Cub.
The Cub looks panicked and shakes his head.
“Come on—I want to see that. It’s not like you don’t get fucked…” the
sound of incredulity creeps into his voice.
“Show us your ass.”
Instead, the Cub makes a determined effort on the
Black guy’s dick— to get him off and shut him up.
The next time it’s suggested—the Cub does up his
pants and leaves, with the Black guy following.
*****
I’m alone for a moment. Than a Latino guy enters. I have played with him before—but only once. He’s likely just 30. He’s slightly stocky, but his arms are huge
from manual labor with good pecs and a muscled back. His legs are thick. And he loves to get naked.
He asks politely if he can suck me. And strips down before he begins. I play with his hard nipples as he gives me
wonderful head. He looks up at me, his eyes
asking if I’m pleased. I can’t help but
smile at him. And kiss him. He’s surprised…but we can’t stop. Our mouths are glued to each other for a very
long time.
Eventually, he goes back to my drooling dick. He swabs it up and, reading my mind, comes up
to kiss me again with my precum on his tongue.
I reach down and find his short, thick cock. I squeeze the head until it drools. I bring my precumed finger up to our locked
together mouths. He hungrily breaks the
kiss and licks up his juices and kisses me again.
I get him to stand.
I go to my knees and suck his cock.
He bucks into my mouth. I move on
to his balls, full and hairy, leaving them soaking with my spit. And back to his cock.
I pull of it and look up at him. “I want to eat your ass.”
He grabs a chair, places the back towards the
forgotten porn and kneels in the seat. I
pull his ankles wider apart and kneel. I
connect—tongue to hole. He groans. He reaches behind himself and pulls his full
cheeks apart. My tongue has even easier
access to his pucker. I prod it open
easily. He moans and says something in
Spanish that I can only guess at its meaning.
“Fuck me, man,” he hisses. “Fuck me with that big dick.”
I know I will, but I don’t want to stop tonguing his
hole. It is getting slicker and
slicker. I am truly tongue fucking him
now. He groans again. And whimpers.
It’s my cue to stand up. My cock slaps his ass crack. It slides down all my spittle and prods his
hole. It flowers open and I sink in. No slow inch by inch entry. I am balls deep in seconds. And it’s just how he wants it.
“Fuck me,” he pants. “Use me.”
I begin to fuck.
After the hours of foreplay with all the others, it’s not going to be a
long fuck. I plow into him. Almost all the way out and back in—on each
stroke.
“Seed me. I
want your cum.”
For a moment I want to pull out and taste his fucked
out hole—but I realize I can’t. I’m
going to explode. I grab onto his hips.
“You want it?
You’re gonna get it.”
“Si,” he chokes out, “give me your load.”
That’s all it takes.
I fire into him again and again.
I fall forward and hug him from behind, my cock
still in him. I stay that way for quite
some time. Just holding on.
When I finally pull out, he slips out of the chair—where
there is a huge puddle of his cum that I rammed out of him. He kneels and cleans my cock with his hungry
mouth, getting every drop of jizz he can find…
Can't help loving that Latino. A sexy passionate fuck in a book store. What more could you ask for?!
ReplyDeleteYes. And an interesting side note. The day I wrote this up, I went to the bookstore. Guess who I played with??
DeleteSomething is telling me you both were looking for a repeat. Hope we get to read about it.
DeleteOf course...
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