April is the Cruelest Month

Near Home—April, 2019

And that last entry was almost all of my sex for April before CLAW.

Two days after the trip north, I thought I saw some discharge coming out of my dick before my morning piss.  And taking a piss hurt like hell.  Classic gono symptoms.  I let the participants of my last frolic know and headed to the clinic.  The nurse could coax no discharge out, so she did the full battery of tests. 

I got the results in 4 days.  They could find nothing. 

Well, something was up, the pissing daggers had subsided a little, but I knew it wasn’t right.  I never saw any discharge again.  But my piss didn’t smell like my piss. 

I went to a pay clinic.  They told me I had lots or white blood cells in my urine.  I was eventually told I had an unidentified urinary infection, not one of the usual culprits, and they gave me a course of antibiotics.  I finished taking them right before the end of the month.

I celebrated by going to the bookstore…

There is no one here.  Well, no one I would touch.

I watch some straight porn, but it’s really bad.  One man is watching with me—he looks and smells like he is homeless.  I button up and go to the gay theatre.  The porn is better, but I am alone.

Thirty minutes later, the door finally opens.  It’s a balding man I recognize from previous visits.  He is always up to give me a load down my throat, but he has no self control at all.  He nods at me.  I nod back.

I suck his average dick and 15 seconds later he gives up his load.  He zips, pats me on the head and leaves.  $9.00 for two minutes in the building…

Things pick up when a 30-something otter comes in.  He had a nice dick.  And he loves looking at mine.  But he won’t let me suck him—and he has no interest in sucking me.

“But you could eat my ass.”

So I do.  I get on the cold, hard floor and eat his hairy butt as he jerks himself.  Occasionally I come up and lick his tightening testicles.  He quickly unbuttons his shirt, exposing his hairy chest.  He pushes me back down to his hole.  I jam my tongue into him.

He shoots.  Ropes of semen that cling to his fur.

Now he is fine with me licking it off his chest, but not his cock.  It is sweet, delicious cum.

*****

Another long time of being alone and jerking.

A cross dresser comes in.  Short, loud skirt, white blouse and a bobbed wig—and a five o’clock shadow.  Two men come in at the same time.  The CD takes turns licking the men’s hard dicks—which end up smeared with lipstick.

I am invited to use the made up mouth. 

I decline.  

But then I watch one of men groan like it is the best head ever.

I reconsider.

I allow myself to be sucked.

Enthusiasm, but no skill. 

I sigh.  I walk through the deserted store—a Saturday night, no less—and go home.

*****

This belongs in the “I swore to tell the truth” section.

Here is the first link to all the great times I wrote about as they happened.  CLAW 2019

And a new dick pic to brighten this post…