Better Than a Hand

 Near Home—November, 2025

 

I loved working Evan’s hot hole on his recent trip to the playroom, but those sessions are all about him, not about getting me off.  When I woke up on Saturday, I knew I would be wanting to shoot my load before the day was out.  I had a busy morning and afternoon—but I had reserved the night for the hunt for the right mouth or ass…

 

I open the door to the darkened room.  It is fairly crowded.  An older man is in my usual seat, so I sit along the short wall, where I can only see the straight video.  It also just happens to be next to a very handsome man, likely in his 40’s, who is kneading his cock mound as I sit.  His eyes are on me, not the screen, as I unzip and pull out my cock.  I erect fast, especially with his gaze riveted to my crotch. 

I stroke.  The porn is good and wet.  In moments, the handsome man unzips his pants and takes out a hot seven-incher.  We stroke.  I idly smear my precum over my cock head with one finger, tasting it afterward.  I spit in my palm and continue stroking.

The guy leans towards me.  “I’ve seen you here before.”

I nod.  He does look familiar, but I’m sure we haven’t played.

“Sometime, not now, not here, I want you to fuck me.”

I nod—and smile.

He kicks off his shoes, stands up and takes off his pants.  There is no underwear.  He folds his slacks and tucks them under his seat.  He unbuttons his shirt, but leaves it on.  He has a good body, with hair between his pecs and much more below the waist.  He steps in front of me, kneels and says: “You need something better than a hand on that gorgeous cock…”

He leans in and takes me to the root on the first go.  His mouth feels wonderful—and he knows how to suck big dick.  His tongue is restless—and can’t stay out of my piss slit, every time he works his way back up my shaft.

Now he goes for my balls.  Licking.  Lifting them to lick under them.  Taking them with the gentlest suction into his mouth.  One, then the other and back again.  I close my eyes and hunker down in my seat a little so he has easier access.  He seems to love my nut musk—every few minutes he inhales deeply, savoring it.

Finally, he stands up.  He is rock hard.  He sits back in his chair and I kneel in front of him.  I do all the things to him that he just did to me.  Piss slit.  Deep throat.  Balls.  Licking up his precum drool.  I lick under his balls.  As he has no cockring on, they all but disappear into his body as my tongue excites them.

I take a breather and sit back down.  He’s ready to go again.  He kneels.  Then asks if I would take my pants off.  I undo them and push them to my ankles.  He does it all again.  Lots of deep throating.  Using that spit on my balls.  Tonguing me everywhere.  He’s back to lifting my balls and licking the cock ring.  He starts down my perineum.  He stops just above my tight pucker.  He comes up for air, panting.

“I really want to rim your ass,” he breathes.  “Please?”

I nod, not really believing he wants to do it.  I lean back and squirm down in the chair for better access.  I am sitting right by the pole that is in the room (where I often have men brace themselves for a fuck.)  My boots go up on it and he goes under my legs.  I feel his hot breath on my asshole.  I wait.  He takes a hit of poppers…

Fuck!  His tongue is licking all around it.  You can always tell who does it to be nice and who loves/needs to eat out a hole.  He is the latter.  He is moaning with every lick.  The man to the left of us stops looking at the porn—his eyes are on us.

It’s my turn to moan as his tongue hits and works open my sphincter.  He suddenly stops.  He is handing me his poppers.  I take the hit.  So does here.   I bliss out.  He goes deep inside me as my muscles relax.  He begins a rough tongue fucking.  Damn!  He is doing to me, what I have done to countless men before I work my dick into them.  I groan and let him eat me out.

The handsome man stops tongue fucking me.  He is now licking my ass lips.  He leaves them sopping wet.  He licks up to my balls once more.  I am about to say I want to do the same to him, when his tongue travels back down to my ass.  He takes a hit and digs in, passing the brown bottle to me.  I take a hit, too, and am lost in a wet and sloppy sex haze.

I have no idea how long he is down there, but eventually he stands up, stretches and sits down.  He begins to dress.  “I need to go to the car, I’ll be back.”

He leaves, likely for a cigarette and I pull my pants back up over my ass.  I stroke to the porn and wait for him.  He comes back and I suck his dick.  He is not as rampant now, but nicely hard.

A large guy I know who likes me to fuck him comes over.  He asks both of us to take turns on him.  The handsome guy, stands up, pulls himself together and goes out to the parking lot again.  The large guy sits back down near the gay screen.

I wait.

The handsome man comes back.  But he’s done.  Somehow, he’s lost all his mojo.  I ask if he was put off by the larger guy.  He says no.  That he’s tired.  He gets up and sits far across the room from me.  He pulls out his phone and scrolls through it.

We’re done.  And I’m not sure why.  I want to tell him about the playroom.  I get up and start towards him—and he all but runs out the door…

*

Nerves?

Shame?

Did he jerk off in the parking lot?

Who knows?  I do know that it was some of the best sex I’ve had there—until there was no way to salvage it.