"You Close?"

Near Home—November, 2018

I had a ton of playtime in November.  I ended the month at the bookstore closest to home.  I had been talking to a man who I had played with a couple of times before—at least once in the bookstore and once in the playroom.  He is married to a woman and can rarely get away.  He desperately wanted my dick in his ass again—so he made the time.  His window of opportunity was extremely limited, so it needed to be a short meeting.   The bookstore was closer to him, so we decided to go there.   Not to mention that I think he was hoping for a cock to suck as I fucked him…

I get there a little early. I realize that we haven’t said where we will meet.  I remember fucking him in the straight theatre the last time we met, so I go in there.  I sit in a chair against the wall.  The couch is taken up by a massive man whose stained sweat pants are down around his ankles.  He is fondling himself, maybe jerking his cock.  It’s hard to tell between the folds of his sweatshirt and the folds of extra flesh in his lap.

I unbutton and get myself hard.  I jerk for a bit to mediocre porn.  I check my phone.  He’s late now.  I’m surprised, but not worried he won’t show.  He wants this too much.  The moment I tuck the phone away the door opens, and he walks into the room, sitting next to me.

He’s short and compact.  He works outside and it keeps him in excellent shape.  I am guessing he’s a couple of years older than I am.  His hair is cropped short and he has a great smile—one that spreads across his face as he sees my hard cock.

He slides out of the chair and moves between his legs.  His mouth is on my cock while his hands are fumbling with his flies.  I need to remind him to cover his teeth, but once he does, it’s a good blowjob.  Just not long enough.  He’s afraid he’ll shoot.

He sits back up in his chair.  I suck his cock for a millisecond before he pushes me off it.  My tongue works downward to lick his balls.  I leave them very wet.  I keep moving lower.  He sighs, slides down in the chair and starts to lift his legs.  The pants around his ankles get in the way, but he pulls them off him until they are only around his left foot.  I move in and he lifts his legs to his shoulders.

I poke my tongue into his hole.  I hear the man on the couch gasp.  I sigh in contentment.  His whole ass, especially his hole, is still warm and wet from the shower.  His pucker opens easily.  He murmurs he’s been using toys for all the months he can’t get fucked.  I coat him with as much saliva as I can, lubing my dick as I continue to eat him out.

I am so ready to fuck.  I stand up and enter him.  This is too much for our on-looker.  He somehow manages to get his sweatpants up and waddle out of the room in a huff.  My cock pushes in.  His erection fades instantly.  He may be playing with toys, but they aren’t my size.  He’s still incredibly tight.  I add more lube from my hand travel lube bottle.

We fuck—but it’s only a few minutes before he asks for a break.

He goes to piss and I move back to the couch, thinking a round 2 will be more comfortable here.  He comes back and sits next to me.  He jerks my cock but I need to add more lube as his calloused hands actually hurt.  He sucks me a little, but the lean-over-from-my-side position is not as good.

I cut that short and tell him to get on his knees.  He does, losing the pants entirely this time, tucking them under the couch.   He leans on the back of the couch, his ass presented to me.  Again, he loves my tongue, but my cock is soon too much.

He apologizes and goes back to sucking me.

We try again.  This is the best time.  Once he adjusts he really relaxes this round.  I fuck him slowly, then incredibly hard.  He is left breathless.

We break.  He wants something to drink.

I watch the movie for a bit.  It’s not gotten any better.  I go find him, guessing he will be in the gay theatre.

He is.  And eyeing the only man in the place.  The guy has a great cock and seems to like the attention.  As soon as I’m seated, my man kneels to suck the new guy.

Bam.  The guy shoots at just the thought of being blown with a spectator in the room.  He cleans up and takes off, as I go back to tonguing the hole I was fucking earlier, bending him over at the wall—which he holds on to for support.

“I’m almost out of time.”

“Want my dick again?”

“I want a load to take home.  You close?”

I’m not, but I nod yes.

He kneels on the chair seat.  I enter his spit soaked hole.  It feels so much better now.  I think about my various triggers:  fucking a cummy hole, felching.  That is working.  I zero in on a real and specific butt—eating out pornster Zack Acland’s hairy and cum soaked ass.

Bam.  I give him what he wants.

He thanks me as he pulls his pants back on and scurries home to his wife.

I look at the time.  Under an hour. 

I go home for dinner.