Near Home—November,
2022
Keshawn’s motel party
was supposed to be the first part of a sex weekend away from home. I had visions of spending all Saturday at the
best bookstore in northern Indiana before heading back to Michigan. The weather stopped me. As I woke up Saturday morning after the
party, the weather report was for a large amount of snow, coming in from Lake
Michigan by the afternoon. Northern Indiana
and southwest Michigan were to be a mess.
The last thing I wanted to do was play all day, and then inch my way
home in a storm.
So, I went home. I beat the snow, which was, indeed, fairly
heavy. But Sunday dawned clear and
bright. I looked out the window of the
living room as I heard the sound of a snow shovel. The young man my landlord employs to dig us
out was just finishing up.
By the afternoon, I had
decided to go out. The party had been
great—but instead of satiating me, it had left me hungry for more. I didn’t want to go too far, so I went to my
usual bookstore to see if anyone else was out and about…
There are a few cars
in the lot. I go into the gay cinema
first. I discover a blow job in
progress. I recognize the sucker as a
regular. I don’t know the burly guy who
is being serviced. I excuse myself, as
the sucker pauses (though he doesn’t get up.)
I go next door. Thankfully, the
video looks hot over here, for no one is in the room. I sit in the back row, unbutton and
jerk.
Through the grate in
the wall that separates the two screens, I can hear the man moving around on
the chair as he gets sucked. In a break
from the moans on my screen I can hear the very wet sound of the sucking next
door—but I lose that live sound quickly, as a big guy on screen goes deep into
the ass of a blonde in the video, who wails her bliss.
I jerk.
Next door, I hear the
door open and swing shut with a bang. I
assume he’s blown his load. I’m wrong—the
door here opens and the burly guy comes in.
He nods to me and stands against the back wall. He looks at my cock—and then at the screen.
I stroke. Slowly.
And wait.
In moments he
unzips. His cock is pulled out. I glance over. He is hung—a good 7+ inches. He doesn’t stroke. He shakes it at me. I hunker down in the chair, so I am at a
better angle to suck. I turn slightly—and
his hardness slaps me in the face. I
open and swallow him down.
“Jeez…” he breathes,
as if he hadn’t just been getting sucked.
“Your mouth is hot.”
I grunt something affirmative
around his cock. His dick head drools on
my tongue.
“You have me so close,”
he whispers.
I pull up and work on just
the head. In moments, he grabs my
shoulders and pumps a massive load into my mouth. When he pulls out, he tucks himself away not
needing to do any mop up at all.
I have never seen him
again.
*
I have moved over to
the gay side. The porn is better
here. The guy who was sucking the burly
guy lingers for a time. He makes no
effort to suck me—or vice versa. Finally,
he leaves.
I consider going
home.
The door opens. The older man with a long beard walks
in. He is the man who never gets hard but
he always shoots a load. He’s delighted
I am there. He unzips instantly and
feeds me his regulation cock.
True to form, I do all
my oral tricks. He never hardens, but in
five minutes time he pours a load of cum down my throat. He pats me on the head, zips up and goes
home.
Through the grate in
the wall, I hear the door open and shut next door. I wait a moment, letting the scene on the
screen finish in all its creamy glory. I
bundle my winter coat over my open crotch and go next door. There are two men in the room. One guy is way down front and I can’t really
see him. I sit in the back row, right
behind a 50-ish guy with a shaved head. Though
he hides his cock on my entrance, it’s obvious he has been stroking.
With me behind him, he
begins stroking again. My dick is wet
enough that it makes a sound as I so the same.
He does a half turn to see if he can get a look. The angle is bad. He turns back to the screen.
We stroke.
Suddenly he stands, he
comes around and leans against the wall.
It’s an average dick, with a very red and angry head.
“You suck?”
I nod and take him into
my mouth. I suck the head. I deep throat the shaft. He fucks my face. He pulls out.
“I don’t know if I can cum with a guy doing that,” he sighs.
He sits back down and
jerks some more.
Soon enough, he is back. We try again.
His cock is now like a faucet with a constant drip. I decide to go for his balls with my tongue
and work his shaft with my hand. This
seems to get him close. He fucks my face
again. He stops, angry at himself.
He sits and jerks. The scene on the screen becomes two guys and
a girl doing DP. He jerks harder. Actually, I do, too. As the scene accelerates, he stands, bringing
his cock to my mouth once again. I turn
to him. He thrusts into my opening mouth.
“I really want to blow
in you,” he mumbles.
I work diligently.
Suddenly, my hand is
knocked away from my cock. The man from
way down front is kneeling in front of me and giving me excellent head. This excites the man in my mouth. I can feel the head of his cock
expanding.
“Suck that big dick,”
the guy against the wall groans out.
This makes us both
pick up speed. With the added
stimulation of a cock in my mouth, I think I might get off myself. And I don’t want to be the first to spew my
seed.
I get my wish. The guy grabs my head and bucks into my
mouth, filling me with all the juice from his balls—a thick and creamy
load. In just moments, while I am still
swallowing it all, I give my load to the cock sucker between my legs.
Only later do I realize
I never really saw who it was…