Near
Home—August, 2019
The idea that the bookstore was my
only source of fun for the summer was beginning to wear on me. But it really did seem the only answer. I couldn’t host with my house full of fellow
employees. A drive to my friends and
fuck buds who live in the area would use up too much time in driving so play
would be short. This year, I had no one
come to town to see me and help out with the gallons of semen churning, unused,
in my balls.
So I went to the bookstore.
The first trip in August was so bad
I don’t need to record anything much about it, other than to say I did nothing
but watch a movie and stroke. Every man
there felt it was hotter to watch an older, over tanned and truly ugly woman
give head to her equally ugly husband in the straight theatre.
After that, I resolved I needed to
not go on the same day and the same time.
By the next week, I changed some scheduling at work and got away for a
Sunday afternoon instead. It made all
the difference in the world. It didn’t
hurt that the right men were there—and they were men who understood group play…
When
I arrive, not a soul is in the straight theatre. I sigh and walk over to the gay side. Two men, just a couple of years younger than
me are taking turns sucking each other.
They don’t stop when I enter. The
one getting sucked waves me over to join them.
I unbutton and stick my semihard into the mouth of the man currently
getting blown.
Soon
I have both men on me. The guy sucking
the sitting man gets a turn on my dick and the other goes from my cock to my
balls. I let that go on for quite a long
time. Soon enough, I am on my knees,
taking turns on their two cocks.
“You
have to fuck me with that thing.”
It’s
the guy who blew me first, eager for it up his ass. He strips off his faded jeans and Andrew
Christian underwear. He kneels on the
chair and presents me with his ass. I’ve
seen him get fucked before, but have never been in his ass. And I’m sure that he is a condom guy.
The
third man moves around to feed the potential fuckee his cock.
I
begin to eat out the hole presented to me.
It’s a hot August day and there is plenty of sweat mixed with residual Irish
Spring. My tongue has him moaning around
the cock in his mouth. I dig deep and am
so ready to fuck.
I
stand up and slap my cock against his hole.
“I
don’t have a Magnum,” I say.
“Just
fuck me,” he groans, taking the cock out of his mouth.
“Fuck
him raw,” says the other guy, who shoves himself back into the waiting mouth. I
now think they may be partners from the practiced way they have shared my dick.
I
spit on my cock and go in slowly. I
bottom out easily. He’s slick and warm. I hold for a second as a new man walks
in. He’s gym built and 25 years younger
than any of us fucking. He whips out a
stubby dick and strokes it as I begin to fuck.
“That
is so hot,” says the man in his mouth.
The
guy I’m fucking is stroking himself and trying to keep sucking the dick in
front of him, but he keeps stopping to tell me how good it feels. Soon the built guy moves behind the guy
getting his cock sucked and begins working his nipples through the worn t-shirt
he’s wearing. The man groans and
explodes into the fuckee’s mouth. This
causes the man I’ve fucking to shoot as well.
He clamps down hard on my cock as his cum spatters onto the seat of the
chair.
We
all disengage. They dress and I start to
put my cock away.
“Don’t
do that,” says the built guy. He kneels
and takes my dick, fresh from the guy’s ass and sucks it. “This is going up my ass.”
The
first couple thanks me and leaves. The built
guy pulls off my dick and whips out his phone.
“Can I? No face.”
I
nod. He takes a picture of my wet
dick. “Let me send this to my bud. He’s in the arcade.” He does—adding a quick message. Then he’s back to giving me some really good
head. I can’t wait to eat out his gym
built ass.
The
door opens. A big, beefy man walks in
wearing a Cubs tee. “I need to see this
in person,” he says, with a wave at my cock in his friend’s mouth. He kneels next to his bud. My dick is soon passed back and forth. The beefy guy is not as good with his mouth,
but I love how he thinks. He says “Don’t
you want this cock up your ass? I sure
do.”
They
agree and strip out of shorts and tees. We
use a different chair. Gym Built goes
ass up first. I eat his hole. His cheeks are like iron—solid mounds of
flesh I have to work to pull apart.
Beefy Boy sticks his dick in his friend’s mouth. I don’t bother to ask about a rubber when I’m
ready to fuck. I just drill into
him. He’s damn tight. And he loves my girth. He says so.
Repeatedly.
“Fuck
him. Harder,” says Beefy Boy. “Just save some fuckin’ for me.”
I
slap Gym Built’s ass. It sounds loud in
the small room. I fuck him hard. With long strokes.
“Stop. Please.
I don’t want to shoot yet,” Gym Built groans.
I
pull out.
“You
have to feel this cock.” Gym Built gets
slowly off the chair and Beefy Boy takes his place.
I
sink to my knees again. This ass is
hairier. I eat him out and drill my
tongue into his much looser hole. I am
so turned on they are sharing me. I
stand up and my cock stabs into him.
“Fuck,
he’s big!”
“You
gonna to take his load?” asks Gym Built.
“You
want me to?”
“Take
it. I want to eat it out your sloppy pig
hole.”
I
can’t believe my ears. Obviously these
guys are not locals. I’ve never seen
them before—everything about them says visitors from Chicago.
“You
close?” asks Gym Built.
I
grunt out a yes. I pull out and hunker
down for one last taste of Beefy Boy’s hole.
Fuck. I have pulled out someone
else’s cum. I say so.
“Fucker,”
groans Gym Built as he watches me lick it up.
Now
I’m ready to shoot. I push back into him
and fire. I empty my balls and Beefy Boy
keeps squeezing. Milking me.
I
pull out. And Gym Built is right
there. He plasters his face into his
partner’s butt. He groans as he felches
me out of the hairy ass. I can even tell
when Beefy Boy pushes and gives him a big dollop of my seed mixed with some other
man’s.
Gym
Built rears up. I think he’s going to fuck. Instead he coats Beefy Boy’s hairy ass with
his own cum. My cock jumps and I kneel
to take care of the clean up…
Now that's my idea of a enjoyable sunday afternoon. I'm sure this is making you want to take a little trip over to Chicago for more of the same. Nothing beats experienced pigs that know how to have a good time!
ReplyDeleteI am SO ready for Chicago--but I chose Toronto and Fukdto for my first trip after my busy summer of staying in town. The great attitude of sport fucking the city guys displayed is one of the things I really miss in my rural side of the state.
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