Near Home—June, 2025
I had made plans to head to
the bathhouse in northern Michigan for the third Saturday of June. I knew I would be fucking almost all the
night. I decided to go to the bookstore
the day before to satisfy my oral side.
I found it…
It’s crowded. And with many men I don’t know. My usual chair (my throne, as the Talker had christened
it) was occupied. I sat on the side
wall. I could still see both screens. I take out my cock. Across the way, the cross-dressing Latino is
stroking a man I don’t recognize. The
guy whispers something to him and the Latino goes to his knees and sucks his
cock. This is brand new—he has never
sucked anyone when I’ve been around. I watch
him take the load. He all but runs to
the restroom. Well, baby steps…
I become aware of the man
two chairs down from me on my right. He
is leaning forward, in lust with my dick.
He kneads his own cock mound still hidden by his jeans. He rises and sits in the vacant chair next to
me. He watches me stroke. He reaches out a tentative hand and replaces mine. He sighs.
“You are so big. You should be up on that screen,” his head
nodding to the television mounted on the wall.
I smile.
Emboldened, he leans over
to suck me. It’s not a great angle, but
he makes it work. He moans and takes
about half my dick down his throat. He
can’t take more, but it still feels great.
Now, he moves to kneeling in front of me. Much better, though he still can’t take me to
the root. He pulls off me. “Come to my house, so we can get naked and do
it right.”
I decline, nicely, I
hope.
He sucks me again, as if
this will change my mind. He asks once
more. Then he tells me his address, so I
can come by later if I want. He gets up and goes out the door.
He walks by a man who has
moved his chair to being right by the restroom door. I now recognize the seated guy as a bicurious
young man that I have sucked to completion a number of times. (I also gave him his first rimjob.) Where he
is sitting is hugely problematic. No one
can kneel in front of him and not be in the way of men coming into the theatre
or those using the restroom. Maybe it’s
a way to keep the men away. But he is jerking
furiously to the straight porn, showing his dick off to anyone in his sight
line.
My usual seat becomes
available. I move over to it. The cross-dressing Latino asks if I want to
fuck. I shrug. I tell him I was surprised he sucked that
guy.
“I’ll suck you with a
condom on.”
I decline.
Then he admits the condom was a ploy for fucking him afterwards. I tell
him to check with me later.
My eye has been caught by
a regular here. He loves to strip naked
and suck my cock and see where it will lead.
He’s a barrel-chested guy, with a once muscled body which is now much
softer. He has grey hair that is cropped
short. His cock juts out, angry and red
as he starts towards me. He kneels. Any thought of a condom suck by the Latino
vanishes as his wet tongue invades my piss slit. He sucks me to the root. Over and over. He moves to my balls, licking them, drooling
on them and then licking it back up. He’s
great.
The man stands up, his
cock bobbing right in front of me. I
lean forward and suck him. He
sighs. He loves showing off for the room
full of men. He steadies himself by
grabbing my shoulders and lets me take him deep into my throat. He moans—and pulls out quickly. He walks around to his chair. He leans, arching his ass in my direction. I wait a fraction of a second before I’m on
my feet. I sink to my knees and my face pushes
into his ass crack. My tongue finds his hole. His ass lips are pronounced and
engorged. I lick them and all but chew
on their puffiness. I know this drives
him crazy—and he groans loudly.
Rimming is rarely done in
this room—except by me. The other men
jerking to the porn are now jerking to the two of us. I groan myself as I feel his hole open,
admitting more of my tongue. I tongue
fuck him for a long time.
“Fuck me, dude…” he
whispers.
I keep eating him out for
a long time after. But I know I will
slide into this hot, experienced ass. I
lube myself as I lick and spit into his hole.
Finally, I stand up and push in.
He groans. “You’re always bigger
than I remember….”
That makes me smile. And to fuck him harder that much faster. He takes it like a champ. Finally, he twists around, pulling off
me. He smiles. I go to wash up—not that I need to, but more to
encourage other men to suck my cock. When
I come back to my seat, I am please to see the guy I’ve just fucked, giving
head to one of our audience members.
I look over at the cute bicurious
guy. He keeps looking at me, but won’t
move out of the bad traffic area. A
younger, thinner Latino who is notoriously picky in who he takes in his mouth,
is all about the cute guy. He wants
him. He tries to make a move. He’s rebuffed.
My aging muscle guy comes
to me, wanting to get off. After I get
the load, I look over at the Latino and the cute guy again. Cute Guy has given in. He’s letting the Latino suck him—and obstruct
traffic. My attention is called away as
a cubby guy goes down on me. I watch
Cute Guy suddenly stand up, zip up and all but slam the entrance door. I sigh.
And pay attention to the man working on my dick…
*
It's later, the crowd has
thinned. I am alone in the room with a
guy on his phone, watching his own private porn. I am ready to head home. The door opens. It’s Cute Guy. He sits where I began the day, off to the
side. I go over. I ask if he’d gotten off. He shakes his head before telling me he wants
my mouth. He even says please. I take it
as a huge compliment. He unzips and
pulls out his dick. He totally soft now. I kneel and take him into my mouth. He begins to harden with the first flick of
my tongue over his piss slit. Soon he
has plumped and his precum is running.
My busy tongue soon has him achingly erect. It’s not a big dick. Slightly bigger than average with a hint of a
curve that makes it fit comfortably in my mouth.
“That feels so good,” he whispers.
Nothing like a vote of
confidence to make me work even harder.
I suck him to the root repeatedly.
His breathing really doesn’t change, but he tells me he is getting
close.
The door opens. A hot guy, likely just into his 40’s, comes
in, right from work. He is goodlooking
and muscled under his white shirt and slacks. He sits near us, watching avidly. But he keeps his distance. He unzips and begins to stroke.
Cute Guy shuts his
eyes. He concentrates. Now his breathing changes. He’s on the edge. I concentrate all my efforts on his cock
head.
“Oh, yeah…!” He begins to spurt, filling up my mouth. I have to swallow fast. The kid is a gusher. He touches my head. Not holding me there—but for connection. It’s a really hot moment.
And gone the moment he’s
spent. He let’s me clean him up. He zips up and is gone with a “Later!”
The hot guy stops jerking
as I stand up. “Jeez, you’re hung,” he says. “Let me suck you.”
I nod and sit in my usual
seat. The guy steps out of his dress
pants and ditches the white shirt on the chair, quickly followed by his Andrew
Christian underwear. Naked, but for
socks he comes over and kneels in front of me.
I really want to give him my load and start for home and dinner. He licks up and down my shaft before taking
me into his mouth. He’s good. He licks my balls.
“You gotta fuck me.”
I nod. It will be easier to give him my load. I stand up and he kneels in my chair. I kneel and pull apart his hairy ass
cheeks. I drill into his hole—a man on a
mission. He moans. “Fuck me, fuck me,” he says in a mindless litany.
I stand up, well-greased,
as my tongue can tell it’s a tight hole.
I begin to work my head in. He yelps
and reaches back, grabbing my shaft. I
can’t move. In or out. He pants.
He moans. He tells me I’m too
big.
“Let go and let me try…”
He begins to
whimper. He won’t let go. Finally, I step away and he has to let go. He straightens up and turns, “I’m sorry. That’s more than I’ve ever had.”
As he says that his hand
goes to his still rigid cock. He’s about
to fire.
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