Near Home—January, 2026
I was looking forward to
the house party to the north of me. But
on the Friday before, yet another snowstorm moved in as temperatures dropped. It was wisely cancelled. As I got up on the Saturday morning, it was
16 degrees below zero.
I made an extra cup of
tea and thought about what I might do to get rid of my raging hard on. I checked with a couple of regulars—but they
were busy or content to be house bound.
The temperature slowly climbed.
After lunch it reached a whopping seven degrees. I drove, carefully, to the bookstore…
There are more men here
than cars in the lot. Did they carpool? My usual chair is available. The six men here watch me unzip. I harden up, all eyes on me. The only man who has his dick out is a
vaguely attractive white guy around my age.
He stands up and walks over. He offers
me his half hard cock to suck. I nod and
take him in my mouth. The guy breaks
open a bottle of poppers and his cock wilts—as the man never takes the brown
bottle from his nostril.
He moans as if I am
giving him excellent head. He sees my
cock, bats my hand away and gives it a stroke.
Then his grip tightens to a death grip—and he twists. I actually yelp out loud. He can’t figure out what he’s done. I tell him he gripped too hard and my cock is
not to twisted. His response is to go
outside and have a cigarette.
When he comes back in, he
ditches his coat on a chair and comes back to my side. He vaguely apologizes and we try again. Two minutes into round two, he does the exact
same thing. This time I am louder—and tell
him to never touch me again. Through his
popper befuddled mind, he still doesn’t understand. He grabs his coat and leaves.
I fume. Why did I come?
Another man comes
over. He is older, white and small
framed. He asks to suck me, but he can’t
kneel on the hard floor. I tell him I can
fuck his face. He sits in the chair next
to mine and pulls out his tiny, soft dick.
I stand up and feed him mine.
This is better. I encourage him
to open a little more. Either he can’t
or he can’t hear me. I spend a little
more time fucking his face, but it’s not comfortable. I keep hitting his canines—and I don’t want
to shred my dick.
I pull out. He’s never gotten hard, but he seems pleased
at the face fuck.
I sit back down. I stroke.
Two new men come in—a larger
white guy and a cute young Latino.
It takes a while, but the
larger guy finally comes over and asks to suck me. I nod.
He goes to his knees. His larger
mouth is great—and he has a very busy tongue.
I relax and let him go to work.
Suddenly, he whimpers and decides to nibble on my pronounced helmet head. I instantly tell him to stop. He sighs—and says he should have asked. I go into the bright fluorescent light of the
restroom to inspect for damage. There is
none.
I go back and sit, stroking
a little gingerly until I’m sure everything feels normal. The big guy has left. There is only the young Latino and one other
guy on his phone. The Latino pulls out
his cock. Even across the room, I can
tell it’s a beautiful dick—an uncut seven incher.
He nods to me. I stand up and go over. It feels safer, after all the other men, for
me to do the sucking. I go to my knees
and take him into my mouth. He moans and
pulls his fly open a little wider. I
work hard trying to get his foreskin to retract, but it doesn’t. He is precumming like crazy—sweet and sticky.
I pull off his cock and
begin tonguing his slightly musky nuts.
He groans and begins jerking himself as I keep on lapping. I suck them carefully into my mouth. I lick under them. As I try to work up the shaft, he suddenly
stands up and begins to fuck my face.
The foreskin disappears and his cock head finally comes in contact with
my tongue. He has to work hard not to
blow his load.
He pulls out of my mouth. He sits to catch his breath and I sit back
down, too.
“You remember you fucked
me?” he whispers. (As if the guy on his
phone was spying on us.)
I don’t recall it at all,
but agree that I do. I had thought he was
vaguely familiar when I saw him—but I see so many men here—and certainly don’t
play with all of them. There is a whole
troupe of guys who we are nothing but nodding acquaintances from here.
I ask if he’s prepared
for fucking.
He is. He stands up and steps out of his pants and
underwear. He leans against the pole
that is in the middle of the room, jutting out his fleshy ass towards me. I kneel behind him. I pull apart his generous cheeks and begin licking
his slightly gaping pucker. He groans. I begin a true tongue fuck. He works his dick in time to my penetration
of his hole. His butt is driving me
crazy. I need to get my dick inside
him. I stand up and slap it on his
cheeks.
“Fuck me with that big
raw cock,” the Latino moans, letting me know just how he wants me inside him. I slip inside. I can’t stop until my pubes are grinding
against his butt hole. He stops jerking
and pants. I wait a few more seconds and
begin to fuck.
He groans and begins to
stroke himself. “I want your load in my
ass,” he mumbles.
I pick up the pace. It is
not going to be a long fuck. I can feel
my nuts tightening already. He is so
damn cute—and has great ass skills. He
is clenching down on me with every other stroke.
“Breed me, Papi! Make me fucking pregnant…”
I fuck him harder. I really want to eat his hole again—but my
cock is telling me to stay in place. A
few more strokes and I am howling out my orgasm and filling his butt with
jizz. He jerks harder and cums on the
floor while I am still marinating in his ass.
I love the squeeze of his ass, milking me even more as he cums.
I slide out and
kneel. I taste his wet hole and catch a
strand of cum trying to escape. I push
it back into him. He turns and offers me
his dripping dick to clean. I dig my
tongue into his jizz flavored foreskin…
And the guy on his phone
never looks up…
No comments:
Post a Comment