Near Home—June, 2025
As June came to an end, I
realized what great sex I had had that month.
I love variety and in the last 27 days, I’d had good sex at the two bookstores
(including some CBT with Gym Built), a great bathhouse experience, plus some much-needed
change of pace one on ones—first with fisting and then with throat fucking. Tomorrow was the hot house party I attend. Did I really need more?
Yes, of course, I
did. It was Friday afternoon and I had
nothing else to do but prowl the bookstore…
As I park, the hot, humid
weather feels oppressive. But there are
dark clouds gathering. I hope for some
rain to cut the heat as I grab my water bottle and go in. The clerk looks as hot as I feel. I pay and go into the dark room. There is an extra fan, nicely aimed right at
my favorite chair. I sit and unzip. There are perhaps six of us here, including
the cock sucking couple.
Shaved Head finds me the
moment I’m hard. He lowers himself
gingerly to the floor, using the armrests of my chair to help. His mouth finds the wet head of my cock. He makes it wetter. I sigh.
I watch the massive cock on the screen being serviced, just like mine is
being sucked. But Shaved Head gets more
of my dick in his mouth than that young woman on the screen. He repeatedly takes me to the root. The last time he chokes. He pulls off me to catch his breath.
A man I recognize from
here comes in. He sits beside me,
watching the blow job. He is likely my age
or a little older. He is tall and slim with longish snow-white hair pulled back
into a pony tail. I know he used to blow
me in the two-room set up here. This is
the first time I’ve seen him in the new space.
Shaved Head concentrates
all too briefly on my balls. He gets
them wet and goes back to working just the head of my cock. His tongue is everywhere. The guy with the pony tail is watching every
move. He unzips and his right hand
disappears from view. Shaved Head’s
knees begin to go, I can tell. He lasts
another minute or so before patting my knees (and then using them as leverage
points to stand up.) He finds his
partner and they head out the door.
“May I?” asks Pony
Tail.
I nod. He bends from the seat. It’s an odd angle, but he takes more of me in
his cavernous mouth than I expect. He
licks and sucks. He digs his tongue in
my piss slit. Over and over. I sigh.
This acts as a signal for him to go to the floor. Now he can deep throat me with ease. Shaved Head has a tighter throat—I appreciate
my cock not feeling so constricted inside Pony Tail.
A man comes up from the
seating behind me. It’s a guy I used to
fuck regularly here, until he started asking for condoms. He watches for a moment, then drops his pants
to his ankles and feeds me his dick. I
love being in the middle for oral—a hot mouth on my cock and a dick to pleasure
at the same time. I decide I must be
doing something right for the guy I’m sucking is moaning constantly. Pony Tail loves seeing me sucking a
dick. He moves to my balls—and has me
groaning around the cock lodged in my mouth.
Pony Tail suddenly
stops. An alarm on his watch has gone
off. He stands up pats my shoulder and
takes off. The guy in my mouth pulls out
of me. “You feel like fucking?”
“Sure. And I even have a Magnum in my pocket.” I do.
Just for this.
“I got on PrEP. You don’t need it.” He starts stripping off the rest of his
clothes. He tosses them under his chair. He kneels on the seat. I get up and spend some time eating his
ass. He likes it, but he keeps pleading
for my cock. (This actually makes one of
the men in the room put down his phone and get his cock out as he watches us go
at it.) I stand up and begin to
fuck. His ass feels great—hot and wet. I pump into him with long, slow strokes. He moans and grabs his cock. I can hear him start to jerk it.
I pick up the pace. My dick is feeling really good. It is really drooling into his tight ass. I start to build the speed a little
more. This makes him rear up, moving so
that he pulls off me. “Not so hard,” he whispers. I go back in, but the spell is broken. I fuck him at the slow tempo he likes. Any thoughts of orgasm for me fade away. I give him a good five minutes of vanilla
fucking before I stop. He gets dressed
to leave as I go rinse off my cock in case other men aren’t into ass to mouth…
*
I jerk to the porn for a while. Off to my side, I watch two other men partner
up and take turns sucking the other. The
door opens. A hot guy in his 50’s comes
in, dressed very business casual which is odd for this venue. He is followed in by a man my age with
cropped grey hair. In moments, Business Guy
sits next to me and unzips. Grey Hair is
on his knees waiting to suck. I stroke. In moments, Business Guy’s left hand replaces
mine on my dick.
“You need to suck this
one, too,” he tells Grey Hair. “Stand up
and let him do you.”
I don’t need any more
encouragement. I rise and stand right
next to Business Guy. Grey Hair can now
go from one big cock to the other.
Business Guy has a thick dick, even thicker than mine. It’s shorter—so Grey Hair has a great contrast
as he moves from one to the other of us.
When Grey Hair is sucking Business Guy, BG is thoughtfully stroking me
so I don’t feel left out.
“I want you to suck me,
too.” BG says to me.
I go to my knees. Instinctively, Grey Hair pulls off the thick
cock and starts licking BG’s balls. I
lean in and suck the leaky cock. Grey
Hair and I are a good team; we trade back and forth with ease, going from cock
to balls and back again. BG is loving
this and moaning.
“I want to watch you suck
him some more,” he tells Grey Hair. At
first, I stand to the other side of Business Guy, but soon, I want to relax and
enjoy this hot mouth. I sit in the corner
chair and let Grey Hair suck. He’s
really good. BG strokes harder as he sees
GH suck me to the root—and gag. He pulls
off, trailing a long string of deep throat spittle. Grey Hair wraps it around my quivering cock
and swallows me again.
Business Guy is suddenly
on his feet. I am guessing he is going
to shoot. But he doesn’t, he moves to
the restroom and then is gone. Grey Hair
shrugs and he-doubles his efforts on me.
I am actually close to shooting from oral.
“Fuck,” I moan. “I’m really close…”
I expect him to work
harder; be thrilled he’s getting the load.
Instead, he stands up and follows Business Guy out the door. I am blue balled. Fuck!
I stop stroking, return to my seat and drink from my water bottle.
No one left in the room
is playful. I am on the verge of cramming
my erection into my pants and leaving as the door opens. A thin, handsome Latino enters. I vaguely recognize him as a guy I’ve seen
around, but I have never played with him.
He sits along the side wall. We
watch each other. He is fascinated with
my cock. Soon he opens his shorts. His cock is pencil thin, but long and hooded. He strokes it hard. He takes his T-shirt and puts the front of it
behind his neck, exposing his thin, but defined chest.
We stroke. We eye each other, not the screen.
I can’t stand it. I stand up and go over, standing before him. He nods and reaches out his free hand. He lightly strokes my cock, while still doing
the same to his with his other hand. I
want him to suck me. But he makes no
other move.
“Can I suck your dick?” I figure that might break the ice.
He nods. I go to my knees. I suck him all the way down. His dick is so thin, it never blocks my
airway. He is dripping copiously. My tongue is everywhere. I suck and lick. I go to his balls. This seems to shock him, more than please
him. I reluctantly move back to his dick.
He taps me on the
shoulder. I look up and he gestures for
me to stand. It’s worked, I think; he
wants to suck me. I stand up. His hand goes back on me. He jerks. With a mission. Fuck!
I am shooting all over his thin chest.
The violence of my orgasm makes him stop stroking. I grab my cock and finish coating his chest.
I stumble into the
restroom to wash my hands, letting my dick finish draining into the yellow jock. I go outside.
Torrential rains are flooding the parking lot. A lot like my cock on his chest. I wait for it to ease up. It doesn’t.
I am joined by the
Latino. “I want more,” he tells me. We agree to meet next Friday. I finally brave the rain and run to my
car. Soaked…
The next Friday was July
4th. He didn’t show up…but
that’s a story for another day…
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