Near Home—September, 2024
I finally had someone coming to the
playroom—and then he cancelled at the last minute, with a questionably generic
excuse. I found myself, instead, at the
bookstore. It proved an eventful Tuesday
afternoon…
The lot is half full.
Encouraging. I go in and there
are almost a dozen men watching the two screens. A good-looking white guy in his 40’s is
giving head to an older man. He doesn’t
stop with my entrance. I like that. He’s dedicated and doesn’t care.
I sit nearby, unzip.
I pull out and stroke myself to hardness while watching this guy work
the average sized cock in front of him. Soon
enough, the guy is getting his mouth filled with cum. He swallows and cleans the guy up. He then crawls over to me.
“Nice…” he hisses as he looks at my cock, holding me
by the balls. He takes me into his
mouth. Fuck, he’s great. Just what I want in a cocksucker. He’s instinctive. And he reacts to the cues I give off. He is not a deep throat specialist; he uses
those skills sparingly.
After a great ten minutes of sucking, I tell him I am
loving it, but I can’t cum easily.
“Cum is just something fun. If I get it, great, but I love the sucking.”
I nod in agreement and let him keep working my shaft
and my balls.
As he keeps sucking me, I notice the Voyeur is in the
row of chairs against the far wall. We
nod to each other. In moments, the Talker,
sitting near him, turns his baseball cap around, kneels and begins sucking the
Voyeur. The cross-dressing Latino, today
in men’s attire, is watching them. He
goes behind the Talker, reaches around and undoes his pants, pulling them down
and exposing the Talker’s ass. He puts a
condom on himself and fucks the Talker, who never misses a beat in sucking the
Voyeur’s dick. He pumps into the Talker with
a fast and furious stroke. Soon he
groans out his orgasm.
I had no idea the Talker liked getting fucked. Watch and learn…
The man on my dick finally takes a break. He stands up.
One of the oldest men there has been watching him, hungrily. My cocksucker opens his fly, taking out a
bigger than average cock, and let’s the older man go down on him. At the same time, I hear the Voyeur groan out
his climax. He crosses the room to wash
up and the Talker all but runs out the main door.
I watch the straight video. The cocksucker of the day is soon back on me
for round two. “Been doing this since I
was ten,” he tells me before taking me to the root. He spends another ten minutes on my hard cock
and balls.
He sits next to me.
His cock out. I ask if I should
return the favor. I kneel and he moves
me from his cock to his heavy balls. I
lick and suck on those. Only stopping when
he gets up and moves to go suck the cock of a man who just walked in…
*
The Voyeur hasn’t left. He beckons me over to suck his cock. Try as I might, I can’t get it to stand up
again, so soon after he shot. I work his
huge balls instead. He loves this. I even lift them and work my tongue under
them. He groans. I suck each one, carefully, into my
mouth. I only stop when he gets a text—his
phone sounding incredibly loud in the dim room.
He goes to the restroom to answer it—and moments later is out the main
door.
I sit back down in my chair. The man who is rumored to only suck guy’s off
once and never touch them again is sucking the dick of my new cocksucker and
another man, young and hot, going back and forth between them. The good cocksucker beckons me to join them—but
I know I’d be ignored by the guy sucking. So, I smile and nod and watch the video.
I stroke. A
semi-regular walks in. He’s tall, Black,
late 30’s with his hair pulled into a tight man-bun. He is well built and showing it off in a
tight tee and shorts. He is covered in really
good ink. He nods to me as he goes
by. He sits in the chair closest to the
gay screen. He kneads the mound in his shorts. When I turn to look at him, he unzips and
pulls out his cock—which grows into a hot seven incher. He looks at the screen. He looks at me. He nods.
I go over.
“Hopin’ you were here,” he murmurs as he takes his
hand off his now erect cock. He’s been
outside in the sun. He’s warm to the
touch and the fresh sweat on his balls is intoxicating. I start there. He sighs, jerking his cock as I lick the full
orbs. I inhale deeply, loving his
scent. I work up—replacing his hand with
my mouth.
“You always make me cum so fast…” he murmurs.
I just keep going.
He moans—loudly this time. I know
the good cocksucker is watching us as Mr. One Time Only has left him alone to
concentrate on the hot young man.
In another few flicks of my tongue, I have this hot
man convulsing in my mouth. He shudders
and shakes—but his balls seem to be all but empty. I don’t mind at all—he is rubbing my cropped
head, before holding it tight. He eases
me off his over stimulated dick, thanking me, and pulling himself together as I
get up. He takes off. An expensive seven minutes…
*
I stroke.
The good cocksucker is now sitting in the same chair
where the guy in the man-bun dry orgasmed.
I go over. He leans in and sucks
my cock as I stand in front of him. The
change of my standing and not sitting (and the two hours of play) is making me
think I could shoot. I grab his head and begin face fucking
him. He groans. He stops stroking himself to concentrate on
me.
I pant. He
moans. And in moments I am
shooting. The first spurt is in his
mouth, but his tongue is too much for me.
I pull out and use my hand to make myself shoot four or five more
blasts. He sticks his tongue out to
catch it all. Some lands there, but at
least one shot of jizz lands on his nose and runs down to his full lips. He licks it up lasciviously, before spitting it
into his hand to use as lube as he jerks his own dick…
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