At Least the Porn was Good

 Near Home—August, 2022

It was a Sunday afternoon.  I thought I had a fuck bud coming over.  He cancelled.  But I was still horned.  I went to the bookstore nearest me.  I had pulled back on public sex for a bit with Mpx being everywhere in the news.  I went—not sure what I would be comfortable doing…

 

The straight side is all but empty.  And the movie is adequate at best.  I go around to the gay theater.  As I open the door, I realize I am interrupting a couple in the back corner.  I murmur a “sorry” and sit down.  The movie is good here.  One of the SkynMen orgies.  I stroke.

I soon realize the men behind the door are not having sex.  They are just talking.  In hushed tones, but ones that really carry.  I hear about absent partners, Monkeypox, the sale of parental housing, how hung the men in the movie are…“Ooh, I’ve had only one that big…”  On and on.

Eventually they get bored and leave, first one and then the other.

I am alone.  With good porn and a hard cock.

I stroke.

The door opens.  A man in a surgical mask enters.  He is a guy I often see here with his partner.  He is alone today.  He sits near me and gropes himself to the group scene on the huge television. 

Eventually he goes to his knees, pulls the mask down and gives me some head.  I am fine with it.  His mouth is pleasant if not exciting.

His knees tire fast and he disappears.

The good porn ends explosively.  Not so much for me.  The next video in rotation features twinks who talk to the camera forever before getting down to it.  I button up and check in next door.  The porn here is better now.  There is one other man watching, way down front.  I sit in the back and stroke more.

*

I hear the sound of chairs being moved around through the grate in the common wall between the two spaces.  I decide to investigate.  A threesome is in progress.  A young otter type, stark naked, is ass up on one of the metal chairs designed for two.  He is new to me.  In his mouth is a fully dressed Mexican who I often see here.  In the Otter’s ass is a large framed Black man who is a nodding acquaintance from my time in this place.  The top’s pants are around his ankles.  He is trying to stay in the Otter, who keeps squirming away in his eagerness to suck the Mexican.

I pull out my dick.  The Mexican offers me his place, but I make the gesture that I’m fine where I am.

Suddenly the Top is inside the Otter, who howls around the cock in his mouth.  I look at the fuck—the Otter must be really inexperienced, for the Top has a very average sized cock.  I stroke to the thump of the fuck—as the Top rams him.

It is all over in minutes.  The Mexican shoots with a strangled cry, which set off the Top’s orgasm up the Otter’s ass.

In minutes the two men who shot zip up and go, leaving a naked Otter, now sitting on the floor.  He is out of it.  High on something.  He doesn’t even notice I’m there.  Which makes my escape that much easier…

 

Did this even need to be written?  Maybe not, but just keeping it real…