Near Home—January, 2026
It should come as no
surprise to any of my readers that I fled to the nearest bookstore the day
after the grim time spent in the playroom detailed in the last post. It was in the middle of the week—so I wasn’t
expecting much. I just wanted someone on
my dick who knew what they were doing…
There are three men in
the theatre. I sit in my usual chair and
pull out my cock. I look around at the
guys. There is one guy in his 30’s. He’s on his phone. There is a guy in his 50’s and he nods to
me. I nod back, but he goes back to
watching the big screen television. The third
guy is older than I am and is awake one moment—and asleep the next.
I stroke. For a long time.
The door opens. A young man I recognize comes in. He’s short and dark and wears a crocheted Kufi
hat. His eyes light up when he sees
me. He loves to suck my big cock—and is
really good at it. He sits and quickly
scrolls through his phone—and then comes and kneels between my spread legs. He inhales the scent of my balls, sighs and
begins to suck. His tongue is everywhere,
but it can’t stay out of my leaking piss slit.
I sigh and murmur my appreciation.
He changes up and is now
doing a repeated deep throating of every inch of my cock. This makes the guy who nodded to me earlier
stand up and come over to watch. He gropes himself as he watches my cock disappear
down the young man’s throat. My
cocksucker comes up for air. He takes a
deep breath before beginning to lick my nuts.
I sigh and touch his shoulder. He
works even harder.
The middle-aged guy bends
and begins sucking my cock while the young guy is busy with my balls. If it happened an hour later, I would have
shot, it felt so good, but I’m not there yet—though it feels wonderful. I worry that the young man will be put off—but
he loves it, pausing for a millisecond to take in what’s happening.
Now he leaves my wet
balls. He takes a deep breath and the
older man, to his credit, pulls off me, knowing the younger guy wants my dick
again. I kind of expect the older guy to
open his fly and feed me, but he doesn’t.
He happily watches the younger guy take me to the root repeatedly. After a few of those, he goes back to my
balls. The older man again leans over
and sucks my cock once more. I revel in
having two good mouths on me.
The young man stands up,
stretching. He nods to me and I thank
him. I wonder if the older guy will take
his place, but he goes back to his seat—and soon leaves the theatre. The young man knows the other young man who’s
been on his phone. They begin trading
blowjobs.
I stroke, watching the
guys go back and forth on each other.
A movie star handsome guy
comes in. He’s somewhere between 35 and
40. He takes one look at my dick and
sits next to me. In no time, he’s on his
knees. He’s not as good as the Middle
Eastern guy, but very good. I hear him
open his fly and stroke as he sucks me. In
moments, he has stopped sucking me and has shot his load between my combat
boots. He leaves in a hurry.
The guy in the Kufi goes
out to his car. His play partner goes
back to his phone. I stroke.
The door opens. A decent looking guy comes in, wearing a
sweatshirt from the local university. He
looks like a young dad in need of relief.
He sits in a corner where he can only see the straight screen. He takes out his cock and strokes it. I can’t quite see it, as he keeps it where
his open fly is blocking my view. He
looks at my cock—and quickly looks back at the screen where a woman is taking
two dicks at once.
The guy on his phone puts
it down and looks at the young daddy in the sweatshirt. He stands up and goes over. I am amazed when the young daddy nods and
offers him his dick. Phone Guy works
hard. He wants the load. I watch them—far hotter than the porn. But Phone Guy can’t get him off. He stands up, offering the young daddy his
dick. He won’t suck him, shaking his
head. Phone Guy sighs and walks to the
restroom.
We stroke. The porn is doing it for the Daddy in the
corner. I want a turn on his dick. I nod to him.
He looks at me for a long moment, then nods an affirmative. (After all, I am likely twice his age.) I get up and kneel in front of him. It’s a very hard, close to seven-incher. He’s cut tight—there is very little loose
skin. I take him all the way down. Then back up to begin tonguing his head.
Instantly, he is
breathing hard. “You have a hot mouth,”
he murmurs as I push into his piss slit.
He gasps and begins juicing all over my tongue.
I know he’s going to
shoot pretty fast. I don’t want him to
rip it out of my mouth and shoot manually.
I pull off and murmur. “Feed me—I
love to swallow.”
His eyes light up. So many men love to hear those words—and he
is one of them. He relaxes and lets me do
anything I want to his cock. In moments,
he grabs the top of my head as he explodes.
He holds me in place—making sure I’m going to keep my word. I take every last drop. I clean his cock of any stray seed until he’s
squirming and trying to get me to stop.
I finally pull off
him. He stands up and I catch one last
drip off his penis before he tucks it away.
“That was hot,” he whispers. “You
can suck me anytime…”
He goes out the door.
I decide to go, too. I don’t think my day will get any better…
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