The Week Before IML (or I Can't Quite Make It Over the Edge)

 Near Home—May, 2025

It was a full week before IML.  But thinking about it got me very horned.  I deliberately didn’t go to the bookstore early in the week as I was holding out for Friday.  Friday afternoons there had been great.  I went full of expectation…

 

There are two men here.  One I recognize, but can’t quite place.  The other, well, I never see his full face, he is so bent over his cell phone.  I sit and unzip.  The guy who looks familiar takes out his dick, too.  He looks at me.   But I can’t read what the expression is…Glad to see me? Suck me?  Give me your cock?

We stroke to the porn.  Finally, I place him.  It’s the guy who the Voyeur ‘forced’ to do me.  I stand up.  I go over.  I present my cock to be sucked.  He turns away.  I turn his head to me and he ‘reluctantly’ opens his mouth.  I push into it.  He gags.  He wants to pull off me.  I don’t let him.  I begin fucking his face.  His hand on his own cock is working furiously now. 

I change the speed of the face fuck.  Slower.  Purposeful.  Deliberate.  The look in his eye is one minute total disgust before changing to primal lust and back again.  The two emotions keep fighting for dominance.  I speed up.  So does his hand.

“You want my load, fucker?” I grate out (though I am not close at all.) He somehow manages the word ‘no’ with all that dick in his mouth.  I hold both his ears and fuck into him harder.  About half my length.  Occasionally, giving him more to deep throat.  Spittle is all over his chin.  I pull out and wipe up the sex drool with my cock.  He whimpers as I stick my dick back into his mouth.  I go deep.  He gags.

And shoots all over the floor.

I pull out.

“Thank you for that,” he whispers as he all but runs to the bathroom to clean up and leave.

I go back and sit.  I stroke.  The guy on his phone exits the space.  The porn is decent.  I stroke and wait.  Thirty minutes or so.

I am now bored.  The porn has changed to mindless interviews with the performers before they do anything.  Finally, the door opens.  It is the crossdressing Latino who I fuck with a condom.  I nod to him, but I just can’t face latex today. 

I get up and go home.

 

Near Home—May, 2025

I went back the next day, Saturday afternoon.  It had to be better, right?  It was.  Barely…

 

I go in.  The first person I see is Gym Dude, the guy who took the magnificent face fucking.  I nod as I go by him and sit.  I unzip and pull out my hardening cock.  I look around.  Two men are in the dark corner.  One of them is Kieran, the married cocksucker.  I am surprised; this is not a day he can usually get away from the wife.

I now have two talented men to suck me.  Great.  Which one first?

The decision is made for me. The unknown guy near Kieran goes to his knees and goes down on a grateful Kieran.  Ok, then.  I stand up and present my dick to Gym Dude.  He sucks me with all his skills.  I am in heaven.  He pulls off me.  “I want your load just like last time.”

I nod.  Nowhere near shooting.  He takes me to the root.  Long strands of deep throat spittle are covering my cock as he pulls off me.

His phone goes off.  A horribly loud ring.  He dives for it, to silence it and then sees who’s calling.  “Sorry.”  He leaves the room to answer it.  And never comes back.

I sit and stroke.  Using those strands of spittle.  I look over at the guy sucking Kieran.  He is working diligently on Kieran’s short dick.  As I watch, it happens.  Keiran blows his load.  The sucker wanders over to behind me to sit, watching the gay screen.  Kieran mops up and comes over.  He kneels on the concrete floor though I know he has bad knees, but he still wants my cock.  His mouth envelops me.  His thick tongue makes me sigh.

Kieran works hard to get me to shoot.  But I can’t quite get there.  Soon, between the hard floor and the fact he’d shot his load, he stops.  “Hope to get you in the playroom,” he whispers and heads home.

I sigh.  I love that it takes me a long time to shoot.  And hate it on days like today.

There are a few men scattered around the room. 

A few more arrive.  To a man, they have no interest in me.  Well, one does.  He comes over to jerk me off using his death grip.  I wince and decide to go home…

 

Near Home—May, 2025

I stayed home on Sunday.  But Monday afternoon I tried once more…

 

I like what I see when I sit down.  In my usual chair is a blond/ginger guy in his mid to late 30’s.  His hair, what there is of it on his head, is cut short.  You can tell his chest is hairy from the neckline of his white tee.  He is groping himself.  Soon the shorts are around his ankles.  He is delightfully hairy everywhere.

Across the room and to the side, a man with a shaved head and likely ten years younger than myself, is stroking.  He watches the two of us jerk our dicks and eye each other.  He gets up and kneels in front of the younger man.  The young man groans and gives him his seven-inch cock to suck.  The sucker seems to be good.  He doesn’t use his hands, except to stroke balls, as his mouth travels up and down the young guy’s full shaft.

“Suck him, too.”

The sucker needs no more encouragement to try me.  He knee-walks over to between my legs.  His mouth is every bit as good as I guessed.  The ginger stands up to see better.  He strokes his cock as he watches the man blow me.

“Let me do you at the same time.”

He doesn’t get it at first.  He just keeps watching, then he looks at me oddly, but comes over and sticks his wet dick in my mouth as I’m getting blown.  He groans the moment my tongue circles it.  This does not upset the original sucker at all.  He actually steps up his game.  It’s like we have a dare with each other to see who will get a load first.

I win.

The young man can’t hold back.  He gives me three strong spurts of jizz and three or four tiny ones.  He let’s me get every drop off his dick.  The guy on my cock stops for just a moment to watch me clean the young man’s piss slit, before he goes back to work, this time licking my balls.  The young man goes to take a smoke break.  The older guy continues.  He works hard—and I tell him how good he is—but my stubborn dick won’t let loose.  He finally gives up.

I thank him by sucking him for a moment.  His small dick won’t stand up, no matter what I do.

The young man comes back and we chat.  He’s from Indiana, up here for sex and the casino.  We compare sex venues.  I tell him about Jackson.  We both do the same video theatre in Indiana.  He tells me of one to try in Toledo.

Then he gets on his phone and special orders a man nearer his age to suck.  The guy arrives in minutes.  The two sit on the opposite wall and the ginger gets the guy off in no time. 

The room clears.  I am alone for a bit with really hot porn.

The Talker arrives.  He’s been down south with family for the cold winter.  He’s back.  We, what else, talk for a bit.   But there’s no one here to disturb, so I don’t mind.  Eventually, he pulls out his cock.  It is bigger than I remember; just shorter than mine, but just as thick.

“I’ll suck you if you suck me,” he says.  I nod, even if the phrase sounds like we’re in middle school.  He kneels and sucks.  He stands and feeds me.  Back and forth. Several times.  I get the load. 

He leaves to talk to the woman at the register.  Thirty minutes later, no one else has arrived.  I make the move for home.

I still don’t get off, but it is the best of the three days.