Near Home—July, 2023
The bookstore I go to so frequently has
many regulars. They seem set in their habits, too. If you go on, say, a Wednesday afternoon, you
can be fairly sure you will know a handful of men from the previous Wednesday. We are creatures of habit after all. So, mid-month, I decided to go at a different
time and day. And I found an entirely
new collection of men…
I sit by the wall in the straight theatre. There is a blow job being given from the man
in the cocksucker’s seat against the back wall.
Two other men are standing against the wall, stroking and watching it
happen. Across the aisle from me is a
very old man. He looks up at the screen
and kneads his trousers.
I take out my cock and stroke. The door opens and an Asian man comes in. He is likely in his mid-thirties and beginning
to thicken up around his waist. He stands
at the back for a moment, looking at the blow job still in progress. He smiles and takes out his cock. In just a few strokes, he notices me looking
at him. He walks towards me, obviously
wanting some head. He removes his
hand. His cock is not large, but it is
pointing straight up at a very sharp angle.
I take it in my hand and try to pull it down so it’s an easier glide
into my mouth. Instead, I have to hunch
forward at an odd angle to take him.
He groans the moment my mouth sucks him in. He grabs my ears and begins thrusting. His cock keeps hitting the roof of my
mouth. I try to squirm around to help
him get into my throat, but it’s all over before I can do it. He floods my mouth with cum. He holds me in place as I swallow; his cock
deflates while still in me.
He grins—and then adds: “Next time you can fuck me”
before he goes out the door.
A very young man, one of the watchers on the back wall,
comes down to the older gentleman across from me. He finds the man’s footed cane, gives it to
him and helps him stand. You can tell he
must be a caregiver from the practiced way he gets the older man on his feet. With the cane on one side and the young man
on the other, they slowly make their way out the door.
I watch the movie.
The cocksucking behind me comes to a noisy conclusion. I give them mental points for never stopping,
even with all the traffic in the room. I
decide to go next door. I shove myself
into my pants and go out.
The gay theatre is active, too. It takes me a moment to realize that the old
man is sitting next to his young caregiver on the far wall. The caregiver is sucking a tall, lanky man—who
is totally naked. The old man is
fondling the very hard cock of a man who looks like a trucker. I lean against their wall and watch. The trucker, realizing the old guy isn’t going
to suck him, leaves.
I watch the care giver’s hand graze against the naked
butt of the guy he’s sucking. This gets
a vocal reaction. I move around and take
my dick out. I let the old man hold it
and occasionally give it a slight squeeze.
The caregiver is not getting his naked man very hard—and I am sure that
the naked guy doesn’t want head, but a good fucking.
“This one,” says the old man.
The caregiver looks at me and takes me into his mouth
instead. He seems incredibly inexperienced
at doing it. The old man watches my dick
go into the caregiver’s mouth. But just
as suddenly he touches the caregiver’s thigh, who stops sucking and quickly
helps the old man up and out the door.
I look at the naked man. “Now that’s a relationship you don’t see
every day…”
He grunts and says “Fuck me?”
I stand up, turn him to lean against the side wall and
go to my knees. He groans as my tongue
hits his tight pucker. Now that my
tongue is in him and I am spreading his butt cheeks apart with both hands, I realize
this guy is a shade older than I first thought.
He’s likely pushing 40 and in great shape. I eat and lube myself up. I stand.
He’s too tight. I go back to my knees
and work harder. I try again. Not happening. I kneel and use my fingers this time. One is great.
Two feels like work for a moment.
And then I know I can get to three—the thickness of my cock. I do.
The guy is jerking his semi hard and moaning.
This time I stand up and insert my cock. He gasps.
I wait.
“I’m ready. Fuck
me hard, but don’t cum in me.”
Now he tells me.
I fuck with him standing, his two hands planted
against the wall.
I fuck him bent over the back of the chair.
A man, around my age, with a massive wedding band,
comes in and sits in the cocksucker’s chair, his eyes riveted to us.
I nod to him and keep fucking. The new guy pulls out his dick.
“I think you’re gonna make me cum,” groans the tall
guy.
I fuck harder.
“Pull out so I can shoot.”
I pull out, go to my knees and take his cock in my mouth
just as he begins to spurt. He groans
and gives me my second sizable load of the afternoon.
“Do that to me,” says married dad.
I don’t bother to get up. I just crawl over to him. His fat dick shoots the moment he’s in my
mouth.
Both men leave.
I sit and stroke to the porn, but no one comes in. I hear the door next door open and the scraping
of one of the metal chairs being moved next door. I do myself up and go investigates. It’s a middle aged Mexican. He is in the cocksucker’s chair. I open my fly and offer him my dick.
He shakes his head.
“I was hoping you’d do me.”
I shrug. He
gets up and I take his seat. His cock is
small. The foreskin seems longer than
his dick. I take him into my mouth and
my tongue works all that skin back.
“I cum easy,” he whispers.
And he does.
And it is my fourth massive load down my throat.
I stroke, now alone in the straight theatre.
The door opens.
A young Black man comes in, likely 30+ rather tall and lean. He looks at me. He looks at my dick and motions to the seat next
to me. “Do you mind?”
I smile and he sits.
He opens his fly. It is a big nine-inch
cock. And, though very hard, it is curved
and pointing down.
He nods and looks at the screen. We both stroke. Minutes pass.
His right hand eventually touches my cock. I do the same to his with my left.
I look at him as we stroke. “Do you want some head?”
“That would be nice.
Guys don’t suck my dick very often.”
I get down to suck.
I have to pull his dick up slightly to get it in my mouth. He grunts and stands up. Now the angle is perfect. It’s long but thin. It snakes down my throat with ease.
“Holy shit!” he murmurs as my tongue gets busy.
All too soon he grabs my head.
You really got your fill that day. So did you blow there or did you wait to get home or did you just enjoy your jizz taking?
ReplyDeleteI never did. I came close. I wanted to during the fuck, but then I would have gone home and not have met the final guys, so sort of glad I didn't. As I age, the getting off is not always as necessary as it once was...
DeleteI totally agree with you on that!
DeleteAgreed as well. Plus if I don’t shoot my load, I can enjoy, sucking multiple loads more readily and sometimes the more I get the more I want.
DeleteAbsolutely, HMSC. My dick knows what it wants and when to fire...
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