Near Home—January, 2026
The cold winter in
Michigan settled in and got colder yet by the middle of the month. It was keeping me home and I was going a
little stir crazy. The only time I felt
truly warm was as I did the dinner dishes.
I thought I’d curl up in my reading chair for the evening, but as I was
drying my hands, I realized I could not spend one more night in my study. I was going out.
I knew that it would likely
be slim pickings at the bookstore—but it was a Saturday night. Maybe there would be some others who were feeling
the need to get out, too…
The clerk is surprised to
see me. I pay, make small talk about the
cold. He assures me the heat is on in
the theatre. I go in. Two people are here. One man is on his phone. He looks familiar, but I know he’s not a
regular. The other is a young woman. No, I’m wrong. It is a guy, but a very girly guy who is the most
passable cross dresser I’ve ever see here.
She is checking her phone, too, but is very aware of me. She’s in tall boots and slacks with a rather
filmy blouse. Her hair is long and dark
blonde.
I sit between the two of
them, unzip and pull out my cock.
Suddenly, she is way more interested in my dick than her phone. Though
she is at pains to hide it, she carefully adjusts her cock which has erected at
the sight of mine, under the folds of the slacks.
I stroke.
She all but drools.
The other guy thumbs through
his phone.
I look over at her. She nods and gets up. She kneels in front of me and begins to suck. I wish I could say it was good. But it was adequate at best. I can’t believe that she’d had many men in
her mouth. There was no tongue
work. Nothing but a bobbing head.
She rocks back on her heels
(literally.) She can’t understand why I am not busting in
her mouth. “Don’t you like it?” she whisperers in a husky contralto.
I tell her it takes more
than a mouth to get me off.
She stands up and goes
back to her phone.
I watch the video.
The others watch their
phones.
Suddenly, she is up and
moves to a chair out of my view, behind me near the gay screen. I expect to hear the click of her phone, but
I don’t. I wait, then look back. She’s kneeling on the seat of the chair, her
bare ass arched and inviting. I stand up
and go back. I kneel and begin rimming
this hot hairless butt. It is the last
thing she is expecting. Her groans of pleasure
fill the tiny room. As I tongue her
hole, I have noted balls and a tiny dripping cock. I wipe my fingers over the head and coat her
hole with her precum. When my tongue
drills it into her, she groans as if I have made her every fantasy come
true. Of course, I do it again.
I stand up. My cock slaps her hole. “You want me inside you?” I whisper.
“Fuck me raw. I want your cum.”
I grease up a little more
and work myself into her. I have opened
her up nicely. She is panting and
begging for it, from the moment I bottom out inside her. I build slowly into a brutal fuck. She tries not to touch her dick, but she can’t
help herself. Way too fast, she shoots
on the chair seat, causing her tight ass to contract. I have rarely felt so tight a hole—and my
cock responds by lubing it up with a mini load of cum. I don’t feel like I’ve fully shot, but she’s
going to take some sperm home with her.
I pull out. My cock is pristine. I offer it to her to clean, but that is not
in her playbook. I go rinse off and piss. She’s gone by the time I come out…
*
I am still hard. I jerk.
The guy puts down his phone. He
comes over. “May I?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer
but goes to his knees. I sigh. This is the mouth I need. Warm, lots of spit, and with an exploring tongue. I
lean back and let him go to work. His deepthroating
is effortless. Just a man who has loved
dick in his mouth for 30-some years.
He finds my balls and
spends a lot of time on them. This is
just what I need if I’m going to shoot again.
And I think I actually am.
He pulls off the wet sack. “Magnificent piece of man meat,” he sighs. He goes fully down on my shaft.
“Fuck, man, I hope you
want my load…”
He grunts an enthusiastic
affirmative around my buried flesh. He
works his tongue back up and works exclusively on my piss slit and glans. It’s heaven.
“Damn…I can’t believe you
got me here so fast….” And I am ready. More than ready to give him everything that’s
left in my balls. I shoot. Spurt and spurt. He loves clean up as much as I do. He doesn’t waste a drop…
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