Near
Home—July, 2018
I continued to be able to take
Friday nights off throughout my busy summer.
My schedule, whether by design or happenstance, was easier this
year. I was once again at the bookstore,
nearest me. It was a warm evening and
the crowd was listless.
I know I let two different men suck
on my dick as I sat in the gay theatre.
I remember nothing about them, which means they were likely regulars.
And then things changed. The listlessness disappeared with two people
walking through the door.
He
walks in first. Mid 40’s, tall and
rather doughy. Nothing special
here. He scouts out the five or six men
in the room. And to see if there is
still a vacant chair. There is. He turns and holds the door open. This is something new—all eyes turn to
him.
A
young woman walks in. Her black skin
glistens with the heat of the night. She
is wearing a short denim skirt, a white blouse and tall boots. She could be anywhere from 22 to 38. Her black hair is piled high. She strides in like she owns the place. She loves the attention—enjoying the looks of
shock or lust (which are being exhibited in pretty much equal measure by the
men in the room.) She struts by all of
us and sits along the side wall opposite me, closest to the screen. Her boyfriend/husband/john stays by the door
watching her every move.
A
man who loves to get his dick sucked by men, but instantly becomes straight if
there is a real woman around, lets her get settled for about 10 seconds before
he unzips and offers her his cocktail sausage.
She deigns to stroke it for a moment.
This emboldens him to ask to lick her pussy. She spreads her legs, pulls a thong aside and…a
cock the size of mine (or bigger) flops out. The man literally does a double take. Another guy gasps. I grin and go back to stroking my cock. To his credit, the man gets on his knees and
tries to take the big dick down his throat.
A
man from the corner comes over and offers her his more average sized dick. I think she’s going to suck it, but she
simply jerks him off in time to the blow job she’s getting. Finally she lets go of the cock and twists
away from the man trying to suck the big dick.
“No
teeth,” she says.
The
man gets up, defeated.
She
waves the big cock around to see if there are other takers. I watch the indecision on one man who yearns
for the dick, but you can see he’s not at home with the whole package.
The
woman/drag queen makes eye contact with boyfriend/husband/john. He nods.
She slides out of her chair until she’s on all fours on the cum-stained
floor. And she crawls, like a big over
grown cat, right to me. Right between my
splayed legs. She looks up at me, her
eyes asking for a taste of the cock I am holding tight in my slippery fist.
She
tentatively licks my nuts. I release my
dick.
Like
a flash, boyfriend/husband/john is at my side.
He whips out his phone. “Can I
film her sucking you? No face. Promise.”
“Go
ahead. Sure.”
She
pauses—waiting.
The
light on his phone comes on—white and stark.
And she commences.
She
makes a show of it for the camera. Her
hand comes up to give the audience an indication of how long I am. She slaps my dick against her rouged
cheek. Finally she gets at it.
She’s
good. But she relies on her hand far too
much for my liking. Her deep throat is
great. Every time I bottom out in her
throat, her dick, which is hanging out below her short skirt, drools onto the
floor.
She
is working harder now. Greedy and
hungry. She wants my juice for the
camera. I think I might actually give it
to her.
“Cum
for me,” she pants.
And
that’s the wrong thing to say. My orgasm
recedes. She spends a little longer on
me, but then the light goes out. The camera
is off and she stands up.
He
thanks me. She is not pleased I didn’t
deliver, but puts a big fake smile on her face as she pats my dick head and
walks out the door.
Boyfriend/husband/john
follows her instantly, pleading with her to wait up…
I
look down at my dick. It’s been a long
time since I’ve had lipstick on my cock…
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