Near Home—January, 2024
It was the last Saturday of the
month. This was the end of the week
where I had had to re-schedule two meets and be stood up by the third. I usually went to the bookstore on weekday
afternoons. But I had tried a Saturday
afternoon before, and found it much more varied. I had an early lunch, and took off…
The parking lot is jammed. I have to
park on the street. Something I have
never done in all the years I have been going.
I go into the straight theatre.
It’s where the guys are. Men I’ve
never seen before and some regulars.
There is a cocksucker, no longer in the seat, but kneeling on the
floor. He is sucking a bald white man,
around my age, who sports a long, thin cock.
Four men I’ve never seen before have their cocks out and are jerking as
the they watch the action.
I sit to the side.
I haul out my hardening dick. I
am pretty sure that at least one of those four men will want more than their
hand. I am ready to find out as…
“Hey! You’re
here!”
I turn. It is a
light skinned Black man. He is 40-ish
and looking very dapper in a two-piece suit.
I instantly recall when, several months ago, he took maybe a third of my
cock in his ass and thought he had the whole thing. He grabs my wrist and leads me to the back
row. I sit on the bench next to where
the guy is giving head on the floor. The
suit coat comes off and is left on the back of the bench in front of us. He kneels.
And begins giving me head. Side
by side with the other couple.
The audience can now watch two big dicks being
serviced. They stroke with abandon.
This guy is good with his mouth. I lean back and try not to think how I’d like
to go down the row of all those guys jerking, taking each load.
My cocksucker is dripping vast amounts of spit all
over me (why I wear clothes I don’t care about.) It’s actually kind of hot to feel awash with
it all. Once or twice the guy getting
blown next to me has caught my eye with that “I hope your sucker is as good as
mine” look.
My sucker stands up, making me look back at him. He drops his pants. I can’t imagine what his suit pants will look
like later after they fall to his ankles and sit on this floor. He turns and leans on the bench in front of
us. I slide to the floor and eat his
ass. He is freshly showered, but with
just enough sweat from the exertion of sucking me, to taste wonderful. I shove as much spit up his hole as I possibly
can. It is as tight a hole as any I have
ever tongued.
“Fuck me with that big cock,” he whispers—but loud
enough for the audience to hear. They
jerk harder.
I stand. I am greased
up with a lot of lube on my cock. A LOT
of lube. I work the head into his tight
pucker. He gasps. A guy, jerking, steps closer. I hold in place. I inch forward. One inch.
My guy groans. Another inch. Maybe a third of my full length.
And his hand reaches back, grasping my shaft. Tight.
We stand like this for a few minutes. I try to move his hand away. He won’t budge. He just groans and pants.
I try to inch in a little more. Nothing moves.
A man comes over from the wall, offering my guy a dick
to suck. I like this idea; it will take
his mind off his ass. But he
disdainfully pushes the proffered cock away.
I sigh.
We continue to stand like this for a full five
minutes. That is an eternity of no
pumping. No fuck motion at all.
My cock is going down from a combination of no movement,
the death-like grip he has on it and from me now getting pissed. I finally lean across his back and tell him
to let go, I need to move.
He lets go—but steps forward just as I was going to
add an inch into him. I come out of his
ass altogether. He swivels around and
tells me it felt great and wasn’t I even deeper than last time.
“I think it was the same, or maybe a little less.”
He looks disappointed for a moment. I excuse myself and go to take a piss. I know none of these men are going to touch
my dick knowing it’s been in an ass, even an exceptionally clean one.
I go into the gay cinema. The crowd here is nowhere as big as next door. But a young white college student kneels in
front of me the moment I take my cock out.
He gives me great head for his experience level. He really wants my load. But that is incredibly far away after the
death grip. He sucks and licks until he
just can’t stand the cold linoleum anymore.
I go back next door.
All the men have vanished. But
for my first guy. He waves to me from the
seat we’d used. I sit down and let him
suck me some more.
“Do you want my ass again?”
“Will you let me try to actually fuck you?”
“But you were…”
“No, I was inside you.
Some of me. It’s not the same
thing.”
We agree to stick with his mouth for now. Once again, I tell him that we should try his
ass with him relaxing in my sling, away from everyone else. He nods, but never asks for my number…
*
The huge crowd is now totally gone. Two guys who want to just jerk are doing just
that in the gay theatre. In the straight
is a lone white man, who looks vaguely familiar. He has taken one leg of his trousers off and
folded them over onto the still clothed leg.
He is jerking to the video on the big screen and to porn playing on his
phone.
I try to make eye contact to see if he wants some
help.
Nothing.
But I am pretty sure I’ve had this guy before. I go over to him and kneel in front of
him. He stops jerking. I take his wet cock in my mouth. He keeps the phone positioned just above me—perhaps
to block out the image that it’s a guy making his cock feel so good.
I suck and slurp.
I lick his big balls, making his dick drool as I slowly jerk it.
I clean that up.
Then, from high above: “You swallow?”
I grunt an affirmative.
And like clockwork, he let’s go of an enormous
load. I have to swallow fast to keep up
with it.
I clean up every drop.
He continues to look at his phone.
Never at the man who just gave him what he wanted…
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