Near Home—December, 2025
I have often written on
here how sometimes good sex makes me incredibly satiated and other times it can
make me crave more. I loved playing with
Rudy—especially introducing him to my playroom for the first time. That afternoon was all about his glorious ass
and all the things that went into it: my
tongue, my dick, my fingers, both hands and some toys for good measure. I slept incredibly soundly that night. But I
woke up wanting more.
I knew this was
silly. It was Christmas Eve. No one would be available. I wasn’t sure the bookstore was even open. But then I thought about all those men who
have no where to go for the holiday. I
went.
The parking lot was
surprisingly full…
I am buzzed into the dark
room. There must be a dozen men here. None of whom I’ve ever seen before. Some are just watching the porn. A few are stroking. There is a blow job happening in the back
corner.
Well, well…
I sit in my usual chair. There is an older man next to me. His weathered hands are all over his tented pants. The moment I take out my dick, his hands are
all over me. He strokes me gently with
his very soft fingers. He occasionally
whispers things to me—about my dick, about the girl on the screen, about the
men on the side wall who go from mutual masturbation to one sucking the other.
“That looks good,” he
says of the guys now playing.
“Do you want to suck me?”
“I’ve never done that.” He stops stroking me and unzips his pants. His very small penis pokes out.
“Do you need me to suck
you?”
“Would you?” The disbelief in his voice makes me a little
sad.
Without a word I move to
the floor and take him in my mouth. He
shoots almost instantly. I lick him
clean. When he can breathe again, he
thanks me and leaves.
The guy who was sucking gets
up to give his knee a rest. He hasn’t got the guy off. The guy with a now wet seven-incher is in his
70’s and waves me over. “See if you can
get me off.” I go to work. Every time I deep throat him, he gushes precum. It’s like a waterfall sluicing down his dick. I have never felt anything like it. Again and again—but it’s not an ejaculation. But it’s tasty—and make him groan every
time. I keep it up until my knees are
screaming at me, but I can’t truly get him off.
He thanks me and goes back to jerking to the straight porn. I may not have technically swallowed a load,
but it feels like it.
The door opens and a new
guy comes in. He’s dressed a little nice
for this room. Did he come from a
Christmas Eve service? He is my age and
has an engaging smile. He sits next to
me and introduces himself as Tom. He
opens his fly and takes out his uncut dick.
The moment he’s hard, he asks if he can suck me.
“Sure.”
Tom kneels and goes to
work. His mouth is great. And it’s nice to finally have someone on me.
A man sitting near the
gay screen stands up. He walks to my
side. His cock is out and rampant. He’s thick.
Really thick. “Open your mouth…”
he whispers.
I do. Tom never stops sucking me as this fat dick
fucks my face. The guy in my mouth isn’t
here for the sucking, he’s here to deliver his load. In record time he’s grunting out his pleasure
as his cock fires spurt after spurt of hot jizz down my throat. He leaves his dick in my mouth so I can clean
it thoroughly. I do. I want every drop. When he pulls out, Tom looks up at me and we
both grin.
Tom takes a break. “Great dick, man,” he says as he sits next to
me. But not for long. He decides to see what the incredible
precummer is all about. He kneels and
gets the same mouthfuls of precum I did.
Still. The guy is truly a fountain.
I stroke.
There is a man sitting
off to the side of me where you can only see the straight movie. He has his hand inside his pants and is
obviously stroking. He loves the action of
older men on younger women on the screen.
He has been stroking now for over an hour. Suddenly he takes his dick out of his
pants. He turns and looks at me. With his free hand, he points to the floor
between his legs.
Well, fuck! I go over and kneel. Once again, it’s no work. I am just the sperm receptacle. And that makes me very hard. He shoots a big load, having worked so long
on it. I get every last drop.
He takes off—without needing
to rinse his dick—and I sit back down.
Success! I hear a groan
to my left. Tom has gotten the precummer
to full orgasm. He sits back down next
to me, very pleased with himself.
“Thanks, gents!” chortles
the Precummer, as he goes out the door.
A new man comes in. He’s a guy I know from here. I used to suck him behind the door back when
this place had two theatres—and always in the gay one. He used to play with my ears as I did it. He waves me over and I go to work. But I can’t get him there. Tom comes over and I ask him to take a turn. I stay on my knees and we share this guy’s
dick—back and forth. It’s hot—but we
wear the guy out. His erection finally
fails him before he can shoot a load.
But he thanks us for the great effort.
He takes off.
It's getting late. Tom and I are sitting side by side again. I
stand up and begin to fuck Tom’s mouth.
He is loving this. A brown bottle
appears. He pauses to take a massive hit,
then hands it to me. I take a short
one. I am really fucking his face now. And his moans fill the now deserted space.
“You want this load?” I
pant.
He can’t answer but for some
sort of affirmative grunt.
“You worked hard for this…”
I say, building the thrusting. Suddenly I push into him and I begin
cumming. I can’t stop. As spurt follows spurt, my mind replays every
load shot into my own mouth tonight.
I try to pull out, but
Tom grabs my balls and keeps me there.
He cleans my cock as I squirm and moan.
I look down. I can’t be sure, but I think he’s cum himself…
*
A final note that might
have gotten in the way of the narrative.
The precummer considers himself mostly straight. He talked to Tom and I about how his wife
loved his juices. He also told us, he
cannot find a woman to suck his cock, now that he’s 77. He thanked us repeatedly and made a point of
saying he now loves gay men for caring enough to take care of him.
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