Snow Day

 Near Home—January, 2025

 

After that Tuesday of play, I continued my week of catching-up on things I had to do now I was home.  I knew I had no time to play again until Friday.  My dick was wanting more every day, but I just kept telling myself, as I ticked off my to-do list, to wait for Friday. 

I woke up ready for sex on Friday morning with a roaring hardon.  I went to make tea and looked out the front window.  It had snowed during the night.  Several inches. I shoveled.  I cursed.  I cursed while shoveling.  Once my driveway was clear, the street in front of my house was not too bad.  I thought about going to the bookstore anyway.  But I knew it was crazy.  Guys wouldn’t be out in all this.

But I went…

 

There are actually cars in the parking lot.  Three of them.  So, if one is the clerk…

I go inside.  I pay a clerk I don’t know and go into the theatre.  There is no one here.  At all.  I sit in my favorite chair.  The porn is good.  I pull out my dick and stroke. 

In ten-minutes time, there are six of us sitting in the dark.  Then eight.  Three other men have their dicks out.  Two of those are on their phones and jerking to their own special porn.  One of those guys is a cubby top who loves to fuck Braydon, the cumdump, with me.  I know he’ll be doing nothing today with the men I see around me.  The other man on a phone is new to me.  He is likely late 30’s and is thickly built.  His eyes never leave his phone.  He kneads his crotch, making it swell.  We all watch him finally pull back his sweatpants and pull out his cock.  It is a thin seven incher.  He jerks.  No, it’s a good eight.  Well, fuck.  He has nine inches of thin, slightly curved dick.  His hand is a blur as he strokes.

Three different men, at different times, go over and sit next to him.  He shakes his head at the silent offer of a hand or a mouth.  Each guy sits there for another moment before getting up and leaving him alone, letting the next person try.

I just watch.

About twenty minutes after his full erection, Nine Incher stands up.  He makes a show of putting his cock away, jamming it into his sweats.  He walks out of the room, seemingly satisfied.

“What’s that about?”  says the guy who fucks Braydon.  He sits next to me and actually put his phone down.

“He likes to show it off,” I venture.

“Yeah, so do you, but you do something with it.”

“Maybe this is his way to get hard to take it home to his partner…”

This is met with a snort.  The guy gets up, his phone dinging, and sits back down away from everyone, his eyes focused exclusively on his shiny electronic device…

*

The men change.  There are now five of us.  Phone Man has gone in search of someone who was texting him.  My eyes are on a man sitting three seats away from me.  I am sure I know him.  Then it clicks.  It’s his beard that makes me remember.  He looks slightly like Jacob, but a shade younger.  I sucked his cock in the old theatres after several men couldn’t get him off.  I did.  And I did him again in the back corner here.  He is looking right at me.  I nod.  He indicates his hard cock with his hand.

I get up and go over. 

“So glad you’re here,” he whispers.

I kneel.  I take his thin cock into my mouth.  I love not having to worry about my teeth.  He is fairly long, but his length is just shy of where I choke.  The perfect cock to suck.  And it doesn’t hurt that he is really cute.  I go to work.  My tongue can constantly roam all the way around him.  He loves this and makes a little murmur every time I lap the underside of his helmet head. 

I pull off him after six minutes or so.  I pull his hairy balls out of his designer underwear.  He pants a little in anticipation.  I remember he loves me licking them.  They are slightly sweaty and delicious.  I lick.  I can take both of them into my mouth without hurting him.  I go lower, licking his perineum, just under his ball sack.  I would love to eat this man’s ass, but for now I settle on his fragrant taint.

I move up again.  Over his wet and slick balls, the hair looking dark with all my saliva, and up his shaft.  I lick his piss slit, swallowing the precum.  He moans as I take his shaft to the root.

“Do that again and I’ll cum,” he breathes.

I hold back.  I do his balls one more time.  Then my tongue licks up him once again.  My mouth ovals and take him down, burying my nose in his luscious pubes.  I pull half off him and sink to the base of his cock again.  That does it.  He grabs my head and holds me in place as his cock shoots out a copious load.  His cock is placed in my mouth where I can taste his cum before I swallow.  It’s sweet and thick.  He gives me at least five big spurts before relaxing his grip.

I clean him up as he sits there and pants…

*

The men have changed again.  There are just three of us.  An old man is all but asleep, focused on the gay porn.  A younger cub is eyeing my cock.  I get the nod.  I take the hand away from my dick.  He gets up and kneels in front of me.

“That’s some dick, Daddy.”

He begins to suck.  He’s good.  No teeth and lots of spit.  He occasionally deep throats me, making his eyes water.  After the third or fourth time of that, he unzips his pants so he can stroke as he sucks.  I am actually getting kind of close to shooting.  I concentrate on his mouth.  And the lingering taste of the bearded man in my mouth.

I stand up.  I hold his ears and begin face fucking him.  He’s surprised, but pleased.  His hand stops jerking himself.  He concentrates on my cock.  I am thrusting about three quarters of my length into him with each thrust.  Now I go deep.  He chokes.  I begin to shake.  I am right on the edge.  I release him, ready to give him my load with a final deep thrust. 

He pulls free, thanking me, thinking I’ve shot down his throat.  He has covered my boots with his own jizz.  He wipes them down, telling me how hot that was.  I can’t bring myself to say I didn’t shoot. 

I am just thankful for the play I got on his snowy day.  I head home with the taste of the bearded boy still in my mouth…