"So Meaty..."

 Near Home—July, 2025

After the back-to-back trips to the bookstore on the holiday weekend that were really sub-par, I waited until the next Friday afternoon to go again.  As I arrived, the number of cars in the parking lot made it look promising…

 

I go into the dark room.  There are seven or eight men here.  None of whom I recognize.  And one of them is in my usual chair.  I move to the side wall near the restroom.  From here, I can see the straight screen, but not the gay one.  I sit next to a white man in his 50’s.  Decent looking.  He is kneading his crotch and stops the instant I look his way.  I unzip.  My cock is hardening.  I pull it out.  He makes a point of looking at the screen, not at me.  I wait.  The pull is too strong.  He sneaks a look at my tumescent dick.  I look at him looking at me.  He actually blushes.  And turns quickly away.

I stroke.  The video is nasty and fun.  Two men on a young woman.  My seat companion’s hand disappears into his fly.  He looks at me again, while feeling himself up.  He nods to me.  I nod back.  I stop stroking. His left hand reaches out and he hefts my dick.  He actually gives a low whistle.  “So meaty…” he murmurs.  Then he lets go of me and takes out a bacterial wipe, rips open the packet and cleans his fingers.

I turn my attention to the guy on the other side of me.  He is white, tall and carrying a lot of excess weight.  He is staring, mouth hanging open, at my hard cock.  I nod to him.

“Hot,” he says, under his breath.  “May I suck it?”

I nod.

It’s a process to get him to his knees, but he manages it.  He’s not much to look at, but he has a fabulously roomy mouth—with great tongue technique.  I settle back and let him go to work.  He works hard on my shaft.  His tongue finds my piss slit.  He moans as my precum begins to flow.

“Don’t forget my balls.”

Obediently, he moves to them.  I can tell he would rather be back on my dick.  But he licks them for a bit before tonguing his way back up my shaft.  He is working at me.  Hard.  I know he wants my cum, but I am not even close.

“Cum for me…” he whispers.

I let him keep going, but I can see he is no longer enjoying my dick at the same level without the reward anywhere in sight.  I lean down and tell him it takes me a long time to shoot.  He sighs.  He keeps sucking for another moment, then, with the aid of the arms on my chair, hauls himself up.  He sits back down, looking at the screen not at me.

Eventually, he gets up and leaves.

I look around the room.  Two guys now have their cocks out.  They eye each other but make no move.

The door opens.

The Latino who loves women’s clothes comes in.  He’s in denim shorts and t-shirt.  He takes off the shirt.  I am surprise—no brassiere today.  The shorts come off, too.  No pastel panties, just a deep blue jock.  He nods to me and sits where the big guy had been.  From around the corner, near the gay screen, another young Latino stands up and goes to him.  He is the guy I have learned to never fuck as he refuses to clean out.  They know each other.  CD Latino begins to suck the guy who is usually begging for a fuck.  This turns the crank of the middle-aged man next to them.  He pulls out his dick—long and thin—and begins stroking to them.

CD Latino turns to me.  “Fuck me?”

With his hot ass in a blue jock and not pink frills, I nod.  He is a condom guy.  As his cleanout can be spotty, too, I am fine rolling on the Magnum.  He bends, sucking the Mexican, presenting his shapely butt to me.  I lube up and slide in. 

The room is galvanized now that fucking is happening.  Every man, but one, opens his fly.  I fuck long strokes into his ass.  The Mexican in his mouth smirks.  He suddenly directs CD Latino’s mouth to the guy next to them.  And the guy lets him swallow that long, thin cock.

I fuck harder, really pushing CD Latino forward on each stroke, so he takes more and more of that dick deeper and deeper.  He gags, recovers (as I slow the fuck) and takes him deep once more.

“Holy fuck,” the guy getting blown groans out.  CD Latino has him to the root on each fuck stroke from me.  I slow the pace.  CD Latino comes up for air.  I pull out.  The condom is filthy.  I peel it off and go wash to make sure.

When I return.  CD Latino is playing with the nipples of the guy he’s been sucking.  The guy is close.  CD Latino makes no move to get his cum.  I go to my knees and he lets me take his cock out of his hand.  He gushes down my throat.  I clean him up until he is damp with my spit and not a drop of cum anywhere…

*

The room has cleared of the men who were here when I started and a few new ones have taken their place.  I have moved to my regular seat, dead center of the room. 

One of the new arrivals is my bud, the Voyeur.  (I named him this when stroking to other men’s sex was all he did in public.  Now he lets men suck him.)  He smiles at me as he sits near me.  He takes out his dick.  I love how the light from the television screen makes his ebony cock glow.  He begins to stroke.  But his dick is not getting hard.

He looks at me.  A look of mock-pleading.  I get up and suck him to hardness.  His long, thin cock goes down my throat.  As I keep working, his cock wanes again.   Going soft. He leans down to whisper in my ear: “Sorry, I’ve shot twice today.”

I move from his cock to his balls.  They are sweaty from the heat of July in Michigan—and likely from however he shot those loads.  I clean then up.  Making him groan.  But his cock continues to go down.

He thanks me and leaves.

I look around. None of the other men are likely candidates for what I like to do.  And worse, two of them are on their phones.  I decide to go home.  But it’s been a good day.   Little did I know that tomorrow would be one to fuel my day dreams…

*

I am back from Fornication Weekend.  I have two other adventures to write up before I start on FW.  If I can keep to posting every other day, I’ll start talking about Fornication on Tuesday.