Near Home—January, 2026
I stayed home, mostly
content, after the evening at the bookstore detailed in the last post. (Two orgasms tend to do that.) There was a slight warming in the weather (highs
in the 20’s not the teen’s) that got me out of the house on the next Thursday. I decided to try my luck. After all, it was the day I often bumped into
Cute College Kid…
The parking lot is all
but empty. I wonder it I should just turn around and go
home. But I don’t. I go in.
Two men, strangers to me, are in the room. They couldn’t be more different in looks—the first
man, in his 50’s, is dressed like he’s just left his bank job. The other guy, maybe a few years older, is
all jeans and flannel shirt with work boots.
But the good news is that each has his cock out—and are stroking to the straight
video.
I sit and pull out my
cock. They notice—but barely.
We stroke.
I get the nod from the business
guy first. I go over and kneel in front
of him. It’s a regulation six-incher. It’s not very hard, but I figure I can fix
that. I work on him. He murmurs his appreciation, but his cock
never stiffens up. If anything, his cock
gets floppier.
I pull off him. He leans in and whispers: “That was
great. Thanks.” He heads to the restroom, as if I’ve gotten
him off. He takes off.
Flannel Shirt lets the entrance
door shut before he turns to me and says, rather loudly: “If you like cock,
come work on mine.”
I shrug and go over. He’s a little thicker—with extra skin, though
not a full foreskin. I suck. He is not fully hard either. And I can’t quite get him there. His cock fills for a few moments, but then he
loses it again. Once again, he seems to
be enjoying what I’m doing, but he’s never going to be able to shoot at this rate.
I work his balls out of
his underwear. I lick his very hairy sack
for quite awhile as he jerks his cock. This
is working. He’s harder now, with his own
hand and my tongue on his nuts. I think
we might be getting somewhere.
“Take it,” he grunts and
shoves his cock into my mouth. It
wilts. There is no ejaculate. But he seems happy. I clean him up, as if there was cum
everywhere. He shoves himself back into
his pants and takes off.
I stroke alone.
The door opens and the
Voyeur walks in. He sits next to me, all
smiles. We chat as he opens his
fly. “You can suck it,” he tells me “but
I should tell you, I shot just before I came here.”
I smile and inwardly roll
my eyes. I don’t suck him right then,
but soon I decide that even soft, it’d be more fun than the talky video. I firm him up a little, but my knees wear out
long before I’d call it hard. I sit back
down.
I stroke. The Voyeur flails at his half hard cock…
The door opens and
everything changes. It’s Road Worker,
the shaggy haired construction guy. I
haven’t seen him in months. The Voyeur
literally elbows me as RW walks in. Road
Worker nods to us, not really focusing on who we are. He sits and pulls out his very hard
cock. Only then does he really ‘see’ me. He smiles. My dick, after all, is the dick of
choice for his ass.
I stand up and kneel in
front of him. I always suck his cock for
a bit before we get to the main event.
It’s great to have a rampant dick finally in my mouth. And a juicy one. He groans, letting his head loll back and
shaking his shoulder length curls. He
carefully stands up, keeping his dick in my mouth. He begins fucking my face. (The Voyeur jerks to this—and is now rock
hard.)
“Fuck me?” he grunts out—as
he pauses fucking my mouth.
I nod and stand up. He steps out of his grimy jeans. There is no underwear. He turns to toss them in his chair. I haven’t seen this hairless ass for quite
some time. I go to my knees, grab his
hips and pull him onto my face so I can tongue his ass. He groans.
I truly believe that I am the only man who does this to him. His hole begins to gape.
“I need your cock,” he
grunts out. I stand up. I grease up.
He stays bent over, braced on the arms of the leather chair. I slide in.
Easily.
“Fuck,” he croons. He deliberately stops stroking himself to
make it last. I love being buried again in
this hot butt. I begin a slow in and
out. RW begins jerking himself along
with me. He stops and takes a hit of
poppers and passes them back to me, uncapped.
Why not? I keep the motion going
as I take a hit. The vapors hit—first Road
Worker and then me. I pick up the
pace. His hand is now a blur. I want to breed him—though usually he shoots
long before me.
I fuck him harder. No mercy.
Making it all about me. Just what
he loves. He jerks faster. I think I could shoot. But Road Worker gets there before me. His ass spasms as he covers the linoleum with
his load. He pulls off me—no longer able
to take me once he’s shot.
I am panting—and my cock
is drooling cum on the floor.…
But I’m pretty sure my
first spurt was inside him.
Road Worker thanks me…and
gives me the poppers that he can’t take home,
He goes off jauntily,
taking some of my DNA with him…
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