Near Home—June, 2021
I did my work contract—and eleven
days later I was finally back at the bookstore…
I
have arrived slightly earlier than usual.
From the number of men in the theatres, I seem to have caught the last
of the late afternoon crowd and the beginnings of the evening group. I sit in the straight theatre, off to the
side. I have interrupted a man getting
head as he stands at the back wall. The
moment I sit, the two go at it again.
Noisily.
Other
men are scattered around. Some even
jerking. It feels pre-pandemic.
I
get out my cock. The movie is good and I
spring to full erection easily. I don’t
have long to wait. A short, bald man,
currently masked, but is still recognizable as a frequent sucker of mine. He nods and kneels. The mask inches up and he takes me down his
throat. He’s good. As long as he doesn’t use his hands. For some reason, he loves to squeeze my dick
in a stranglehold.
But
he’s being careful tonight. He likes to
show off to the others that he is sucking me.
He groans and sighs for the audience.
And takes my entire length down his throat.
The
door opens. Two men, around my age, come
in. I don’t recognize these two. They seem to be a couple. They make a beeline for us.
“Look
at that cock. You need to try that out,
Jerry.”
Jerry,
who’s slightly shorter, nods and kneels next to the man sucking me. This puts my current sucker off. He gets up, sighing loudly. Jerry goes down on me. And he’s better. Or at least his tongue is more active. His partner makes encouraging noises about
sucking me as he unzips. I watch the new
sucker work and ruffle his hair as a thank you. A hard dick slaps my
cheek. The partner wants to be in my
mouth. I open and take the thick cock,
dripping pre-cum.
Another
man comes over to stroke to the three of us.
The guy in my mouth is letting me take charge—I am rather glad he is not
trying to fuck my throat, given the girth.
The guy in my mouth tells Jerry to lick my balls. He does—and strokes the wet shaft with a
light touch.
“You
should try this dick,” says Jerry, coming up for air.
They
switch places. The new guy is a decent
cocksucker—but nothing special. Jerry
unzips and lets me take his rather small dick in my mouth. He groans and then chats to his partner about
my cock.
The
guy sucking me stops, holding me around the base of the shaft. “You want this up your ass, don’t you?” He waves my cock at Jerry.
“Can
I?” He asks his partner.
“Do
you fuck?” asks the man on the floor.
I
tell him I do.
Jerry
is a flutter. He pulls out of my mouth
and steps out of his walking shorts and designer underwear. He leaves his retro Hawaiian shirt on but open. I stand up.
Jerry’s partner stands up and ditches his cutoffs, too. Jerry bends and I go to my knees to rim. Jerry sighs and takes his partner’s dick in
his mouth. I don’t linger long licking
his ass. He’s obviously come to the
bookstore ready for this very thing.
I
stand up. “You want this raw?”
I
get a “Yes,” from Jerry and a “You can breed him,” from his partner.
I
go in slowly. I’m big enough that Jerry
has to stop sucking and concentrate. He
relaxes. I feel him open—and I slide all
the way in. Surprisingly, the man who
was stroking to us, goes to his knees.
Jerry’s partner shares his cock with him. He goes back and forth between the two
mouths. He gives Jerry more of it—really
wanting to see his partner take both our dicks at the same time.
And
suddenly Jerry starts to cum—letting it splat on the floor. He is shooting with each stroke I give
him.
This
causes his partner to explode in Jerry’s mouth.
And then pull out and give two last spurts all over Jerry’s face. The other guy on his knees cleans the spent cock
as Jerry stands up and pulls off me.
They
both tell me thank you as they wipe down and struggle back into their clothes. The other sucker leaves first. The couple go out—still chatting.
I
wash up and piss. I go to the gay
theatre—no one.
I
go back to the straight one. The men
have vanished.
I
wait.
No
one is around
It
was a great 15 minutes---and nothing else happens the rest of the night.
Sounds like a hot time. Everyone shot. Did you get to finish at least? I know in the past I've never expected to shoot just because it takes longer for me. But every now and then someone with a really talented mouth would get me there.
ReplyDeleteI did not get off that night....as it does take me a long time.
DeleteThanks for the kind words about the writing. There are a lot of posts here for you to catch up on.
By the way, I just discovered your blog. I'm loving it so far. excellent writing.
ReplyDeleteI'd happily settle for 15 minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of mediocrity. Thanks for sharing. Got me hard. :)
ReplyDeleteYou bet. I would agree with your statement....I just tend to forget that sentiment when the balls end up blue...
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