Near Home—February, 2025
Even if you are a new
reader, you know that I love variety with sex.
Something slightly different, to make the encounter stand out. On the last day of February, I had just that
experience. It was a busy Friday at the
bookstore; fun, but not memorable until…but I’m getting ahead of myself…
I walk in. There are 14 men here. And most of them are at least jerking their
cock, if not actually engaged in sex. This
is the most men I’ve ever seen here in the new video space. I find a seat against the wall, opposite the
entrance door. I can see both screens. I unzip and pull out my hardening cock. The cocksucking couple is here. Shy One comes right over. His warm mouth takes me to the root
repeatedly. I can see his partner,
Shaved Head, actively working on a man in a dark corner by the gay screen. Shy One goes for my balls. I sigh.
A man across the room
gives up his jizz to a hungry sucker. Shy
One glances up and watches the guy leave before he goes back to my dick. When he finally stops, Shaved Head takes a turn,
having finished off the guy in the corner.
I relax into the chair as I feel him go to work on me. When his knees tire, I see my usual seat is
open. I move.
The seat next to me is a
guy in his 50’s I don’t recognize. He
eyes my cock. Soon his hand reaches out
and replaces mine. I reach for his. We jerk each other. I stop.
He stops. I ask if I can suck
him. He gets flustered and shakes his head. His hand is off me and he makes a show of
watching the movie.
A tall man, with a big
chest and a big dick sits on the other side of my stroker. I have sucked this guy before. We nod to each other. He has a man on his dick the moment it is
out. My stroker watches the action,
trying to just keep glancing over, but soon he is staring at the sex happening
next to him.
The cocksucker
changes. The guy with the big dick has great
staying power. The new man is sure he’ll
get the load. He doesn’t. I wait a minute, then kneel in front of the
guy. He smiles. My stroker looks shocked, but is beating his
meat faster. I go for the guy’s balls,
ignoring his cock. Neither of the other
men had licked them. I get an instant groan
of pleasure out of him. I get them good
and wet. I take only one at a time into
my mouth, with gentle suction. Only then
do I slowly lick up his shaft.
“Fuck, yes…” he hisses.
I work hard for another
three minutes, but I get the reward. He
gushes out his orgasm, his wet balls pulling up so tightly they almost disappear. He squeezes my shoulder, as I lick him clean.
Hhe takes off. I sit back in my chair.
“That was hot,” my
stroker whispers. “You like sucking
cock?” There is some disbelief in his voice.
“Sure.”
We watch the screen in silence. His hand is back on my cock for another
moment. And then he excuses
himself. “I need to go out to my car. I’ll be back.”
He never returns.
No one is on me for a
bit. The crowd has thinned. The room count is still likely a dozen, with
a few new men taking the place of those who have left. A man in his late 40’s in a knit hat (not the
same guy from the previous post) is working on Shaved Head’s cock. I’d watched him earlier with another man, who
he got off very quickly. Now, in the
same back corner where Shaved Head got a load, he is being sucked himself. I watch the video, but listen to Shaved Head’s
breathing. It is quickening. In moments I hear him give up his load. The cocksucking couple leave quickly, after a
wash in the restroom.
I watch this new
cocksucker go down on a guy off to the side.
He works intently. And gets the a
mouthful of cum.
More men leave. Soon there are just two behind me and the new
cocksucker. He is wearing a denim
jacket, the knit hat, jeans and motorcycle boots. His hand disappears down the waistband of the
jeans to find his dick while he is sucking.
His face is rather weathered, but pleasant. He walks over to me.
“May I?”
He waits for my nod to go
to his knees. His face goes to my
balls. He inhales. Deeply.
And sighs. He licks up the
shaft. He takes just the head in his
mouth. His tongue is everywhere. You can tell he is all about sucking—and has
the skills of a man who’s been doing it for a long time. He rarely takes me deeper than two inches,
but when he does it is that much more electric.
He moves back to my
balls, but is now getting them wet with tons of saliva. Just like I had done, he takes only one at a
time into his mouth, giving them all the attention. He goes back and forth, repeatedly. I jerk my dick and squirm. It’s been a while since someone has spent so
much time on them.
Now he gently pulls them
up. He begins licking my cock ring. Everywhere along it his tongue can reach. And now above and below it. He wants my perinium. He stops and looks up at me. The look in his eyes is one of real
need. I unbuckle my belt and he pulls my
pants down to my ankles. I hunker down
in the seat. He pulls the straps of the yellow jock out of his way. He licks down my taint, stopping before he
hits my tight pucker. Up and down,
leaving tons of saliva that drips down onto the chair.
He comes back up to my
balls. He licks them, still one at a
time. Sucks them. And goes back again. He is driving me crazy is in the best
possible way. His tongue snakes down my
perineum again. It hovers just above my
asshole. He stops and rocks back on his
heels, looking at my exposed ass.
“You want to lick my ass,
don’t you?” I murmur.
He nods, not quite
looking me in the eyes.
“You really want it?” My voice is still hushed. I realize we are alone in the room; I didn’t
even notice the two men leaving as his mouth was so good. “You like to lick top ass?”
Now he looks at me. “Please, Sir…”
I nod. My legs come up and go on his shoulders. He
goes for it. His tongue flicks lightly over
my pucker. Repeatedly. I stroke harder. He licks off all the sex sweat from
today. He all but rolls it around his
tongue like a fine wine.
He begins to drill into me. He is making the hottest mewling sounds of pleasure
as he licks my asshole. Deeper and
deeper. I stop stroking my cock and concentrate
on his tongue.
He comes up for air. “You should take a hit of poppers,” he
murmurs, handing me his brown bottle. I
do. The fumes envelop me as he begins to
tongue fuck me in earnest. I touch my
dick and then stop myself. I want to
prolong this moment. His face is now
plastered between my butt cheeks. He
pulls back, breathless.
He passes me the bottle
again. I inhale. His tongue connects as I re-cap it. He digs deeper. And deeper.
My hand grasps my
dick. I stroke—and blow a massive load
on my stomach. I am shaking. He stops licking and just holds my legs on his
shoulders as I start to come back to reality.
I love that he pulls a
bandanna out of his back pocket and begins cleaning up the pools of semen…
Absolutely awesome!
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