Near Home—December, 2024
After the fun Saturday at
the bookstore detailed in the last two posts, it should not be much of a
surprise to learn that I wanted more. I
had the Sunday afternoon free and off I went…
There are five men in the
room. One is bent over, naked from the
waist down. This is a very tall white
man is leaning on a chair. His ass is
being finger fucked by a guy I recognize.
(He is the Black guy who took three inches of my dick and thought he had
all of it in his ass.) They are using
the chair I usually sit in. The guy
using his fingers insists I need to sit to his right and fuck the ass in front
of him.
My hackles go up. I don’t like being told what to do the second
I walk in. I sit slightly away from them
for the moment, telling them I need a minute.
But I don’t get it. The tall guy
comes over and grinds his naked ass on my mound, before I can even unzip. The guy who was fingering, wipes his slick
hand on some paper towel and offers me head.
I am not ready for that
either. I say so—and seemingly offend
him.
The tall guy gets off me
and goes to piss. I open my fly and
stroke myself hard.
“That’s it, man!” The tall guy is back. He takes a huge hit of poppers, knocks my
hand away and sits on my cock. It feels
good, of course, until he takes a second hit and begins riding me with no
control. I am in fear of him pulling off me mid plunge and bending my
cock. He can’t keep the angle as the
poppers are making him wobbly. I
forcefully grab him by the hips, hold him in place and tell him to slow down or
stop. Now he’s offended.
I jerk to the hot,
bisexual porn on the screen. I suggest
to the bossy finger fucker he could suck me now, if he wanted. He doesn’t seem to want my dick, now that an
ass has been on it. He goes off to suck
another man across the way. I
watch. As usual, it starts well with
this cocksucker, but then he does the exact same stroke (with his hand and into
his mouth) every time. Every. Time. I am glad I have avoided him for the moment.
There is a big
30-something cub across from me. He
makes an inviting gesture to join him. I
go over. He strokes my cock, gently and
with longing. He apologizes that after
breaking his jaw, he can no longer suck someone of my diameter.
I sigh inwardly.
“But I can.”
It’s the man sitting next
to the cub. I didn’t think I knew him,
when I saw him sitting in the shadows, but now I realize he is a man that I
have fucked here. He is handsome and in
his mid- 40’s. I am fairly sure he’s
married to a woman. The wedding ring is
one of the widest I’ve ever seen—and that left hand is wrapped around my cock.
He pulls me towards his
mouth—and he swallows me down. The Cub,
thoughtfully, reaches over and begins a soft caress of my balls, not getting in
the way of the blow job I’m getting. I
stand and let these two men have their way with me. All the tension of the first 15 minutes melts
away with this really pleasant moment.
The guy offers the Cub my
cock to suck. He licks my balls instead. The sucker goes back to my shaft and I have
two tongues on me at the same time. I
sigh in contentment.
“You need to fuck him—and
I’ll felch your cum out of him.”
I have no idea where this
new guy came from, but he is right in my face now. I recognize him, too. I had fucked and shot in a bud of his so he
could have his first felch, back in the old theatres. The 40-something guy gets up and drops his
trousers. He kneels on the wide seat. I go to my knees and begin to rim him as he
jerks. The would be felcher pushes my
face into the big butt, holding me there for a moment. Then he goes over to play with the Cub.
I get the man’s hole very
wet. I tongue him over and over. Deeper and deeper. Finally, I stand up.
“Go slow…”
I do. I inch into him. He jerks faster. I begin to fuck. I slowly build the tempo.
“Oh, fuck!”
He is shooting all over
the seat. It feels great, his ass milking
my cock, as he does fires out his load.
I look for the Felcher. He’s
gone. Well, there was nothing for him to
do anyway. I pull out and the guy
apologizes for the short fuck. I tell
him it was still hot—and it was.
I take my wet cock over
to the tall guy. I tell him to bend the
same way he was being fingered. He
listens to me—and does it. Now I’m in
control. I fuck him hard. He goes wild with a double hit of poppers,
but he can’t pull off me in this position.
Maybe it’s a hate fuck, but he loves it and it leaves him panting…
*
There is a major change
in men. The Cub is now the only one of
the original group from when I arrived.
We have three new men, all stroking, but seemingly, not looking for
more. I suck the Cub’s tiny dick. It wilts—and he decides to take off.
I stroke.
The door opens. It is a man I know from here, but first met
up at the house parties in Grand Rapids.
He is some sort of Latin mix, late 30’s and mostly top, with a shaved head
and direct manner. He smiles and sits
next to me. He opens his fly and takes
out a dick that is every bit as big as mine…but with a foreskin. He like the rather nasty straight porn that
is playing as much as I do.
“Suck my dick…” he
breathes in my ear.
I go to my knees. I have to really open wide to take his juicy
cock head into my mouth. But he likes
what I’m doing, giving a little moan every time my tongue cleans out his piss
slit. I pull off and lick his slightly
ripe balls. This makes him jerk himself
as I tongue them.
“Stand up and give it to
me.”
He is sitting in the end
seat so I stand and step to the side, so I don’t block the screen. He turns and takes me into his mouth, doing
all the things to me that I just did to him.
I can tell he is going to cum with his mouth on my cock. I take a hit of poppers so I can join
him. As the fumes hit, he starts to
blast out his load. He stops sucking and
stands up to cover the floor. I really
want to feed him, but there is no way now to stop my own orgasm. I step next to him and splatter the floor, where
our cum mixes in a vast white viscous mess on the black linoleum…
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