Today you have two entries. Both were short. Only one was sweet.
Near Home—February, 2026
The very next day after my
marathon of cocksucking detailed in the last post, I went back to the
bookstore. It was the last day of
February, bitterly cold and a Saturday night…
The room is alive with
sexual tension. I can feel it as I sit
down. There are five other men here. No overt action, but lots of kneading and
eyeing of the others around them. I take
out my cock. A good-looking guy in his
40’s all but licks his lips. He nods to
me. I nod back, taking my hand off my
dick so he can see all of it.
He nods again. Just as he’s getting up, the door opens. A heterosexual couple enters. He looks like he works in construction. She is full figured. Both are in their late 30’s. They sit along the side wall so they can see
both screens.
The air goes out of the
room. The guy salivating over my cock
gets up and leaves. Other men adjust
their viewing—all now looking only at the straight screen. I find this amusing as the straight guy is
watching the gay porn more than the straight.
He occasionally touches the women he brought through her clothes. She barely responds.
The men who were here before
my arrival begin to leave one by one.
Soon I am left alone with the couple.
Road Worker comes
in. He sits on the opposite side of the
straight couple. He pulls out his dick
and strokes, looking right at her. She ignores
him. Her partner suggests something in a
whisper to her.
“It’s too cold,” is her reply. Moments later they are out the door.
Road Worker gets up and
moves to the dark corner where he loves to get fucked. “Rape me,” he mutters as he passes by me.
He strips off his
pants. He sits in the chair and his legs
go straight up in the air, exposing his hot ass. I go over, greasing my dick as I go. I slide in.
I fuck him a few strokes, kneeling on the floor. I tilt his legs back, bringing his ass to a
better angle. I increase the speed of
the thrusts.
“Yeah…” he groans.
And shoots all over
himself.
I am nowhere close to
getting off.
No one else shows up in
the 45 minutes I wait and stroke…thinking of all the things that could have
happened…
*
My Playroom—March, 2026
Kieran, married guy,
wanted to come over. I finally took the
bull by the horns and explained that his cleanout needed to be a little more thorough. He took it well. It was now three days after the blue balling of
Saturday night….
Kieran sits, naked, on
the bed. Well, he has his socks on as
the floor is cold, though the space heater has made the room nice and
warm. I stand in front of him. He nuzzles the well stained jock, enjoying it’s
fragrance. He uses his teeth to pull it
aside. His amazing mouth covers my dick. His tongue begins to work on me. I sigh and close my eyes.
I just let him do
whatever feels right. Head. Slit.
Balls. Shaft. He leaves them all wet, every nerve
tingling. I fuck his face for a moment, before
deciding I want more.
I lay down on the
bed. Kieran’s mouth is all over my ball
sack. He lifts them and licks down my
perineum. I moan, instructing him to lick
my cock ring. He does. Over and over. Making me squirm.
Now he does everything he’s
already done to my dick once more. My cockhead
is drooling like crazy. He laps it up
and murmurs his appreciation. Then he
does it all again.
We move directly to the
sling, skipping the fuck bench as he has bad knees. Once he’s in place, I lick his balls and down
his taint to his asshole. I don’t spend
long there. I need to fuck…
I stand up and slide
in. His hole feels great and is very
responsive to my thrusts today. I pull
out. He’s spotless. Now I go to my knees and devour his hole. He groans.
I fuck him again. Slow. Long strokes.
Then I stand still and pull the sling onto my hard cock—and push it back
off. Over and over. Kieran groans.
I eat his hole again.
I stand up and fuck once
more. I’m ready to shoot. Surprised, I just go with it. I plow into him. Hard.
And leave his hole very wet with a four-day load…
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