The Fourth Fizzles

It's back to normal here at From My Side of the Sling.  This will self post as I start my return trip from Fornication Weekend to home. 

Near Home—July, 2025

I was at loose ends for the Fourth of July.  The family in Michigan was off to the cottage in Northern Michigan.  My brother was busy.  I decided to drop in at the bookstore.  I have had really good luck there on days you might not think would be busy—like Black Friday after Thanksgiving and the day after Christmas.

I found the cocksucking couple. And one other man.  Shaved Head sucked me.  Shy One sucked me immediately after.  It had been a little time sine he had gotten down on my dick and it was great to have his hot mouth on me once more.  Shaved Head came back for round two before the two of them admitted defeat and went home.  No one else had shown up.

I think the last guy may have sucked me, as well.  I really have no recollection of him.  But “one other guy” is in my notes.  No one else arrived—and soon I was alone in the place.  The porn was good, and I went home after the one video had finished.

**

I went back the next day.  It had to be better, right?  Guys needing sex after a day with family…

 

There are two men sitting across from the restroom, the chairs for guys who want to talk and not have sex.  And they are talking.  Loudly.  About non-sexual things.  The other three men in the room, along with myself can’t escape their evisceration of Costco, their day at the gay campground and what Mom fixed for the Fourth.

I try to stroke.  I am the only man with his dick out.

The door opens.  It is Kieran, the married cocksucker.  I’m surprised.  This is not a day he’s usually available.  He nods a greeting to me and sits down on the chair to my right.  He grimaces at the two talkers, but he’s soon hungry for dick.  He looks at me and I nod.  He gets on his knees (he’s brought some small squares of foam to kneel on, to cushion his bad knees.)  It does the trick.  He’s able to stay on me longer than usual.  But he can’t quite get me over the edge.  (It’s the damn talkers!!)

There is a really hot man sitting against the wall.  He loves watching me get worked on.  He unzips and his hand disappears inside his walking shorts.  I know I want to help him with that, when Kieran is done with me.  I close my eyes, hoping it might help block the talkers—but no.  When I open them, the hot guy has vanished.

Kieran gives up.  He can’t get me off and his knees are hurting now.  He leaves to go meet the wife. 

Suddenly it’s quiet.  The talkers have stopped.  One has left.  The more obnoxious sounding one gets up and sits next to me.  He strokes his dick with his right hand and holds onto mine with his left.  Just holds it.  It gets him off.  I have no inclination to taste his cum.  At all.

He leaves.

No one else looks promising.

I wait.

No new arrivals.

Dinner sounds better than porn….and I take off…

**

Well, this is the trouble in reporting the truth. 

Not a hot read today—but one that you might have experienced, too. 

I have decided to post a few pics to redeem two days of less than exciting sex.