Near Home—March, 2026
It was one of those times
when good sex didn’t satiate me, it made me want more. The piss sex with Teddy was a really hot and
fun way to spend a Monday afternoon. Tuesday
dawned and I was still every bit as horned.
I wanted sex. I went to the
bookstore right after lunch…
There is one man in the
theatre. He is off to the side and on
his phone, which makes an annoying chirping sound. He doesn’t even look up as I enter. I sit in my usual chair and unzip. The porn is good, but I want the real thing…
The Voyeur enters. He nods to me and sits near the phone guy. The door opens again. It is Road Worker. He nods to me, too, with a hint of a
smile. I am surprised to see him in the
afternoon. He sits behind me. I hear him stripping off his jeans.
When Road Worker sits, the
Voyeur gets up. I turn and see him
standing by RW’s shoulder. He is feeding
him his long, thin dick. I rarely see
Road Worker suck cock. He must be really
horny.
The Voyeur, when he sees
me looking, waves me over. I stand up,
my wet cock swinging. Road Worker stops
sucking and stands up. He leans on the
Voyeur’s shoulder, one arm around his neck and the other stroking his hard
cock. He arches his bare ass at me.
“Fuck him,” hisses the
Voyeur.
I lube up my dick. Just the sound of my lube cap snapping open
makes Road Worker beat his cock faster.
I move in. My cock head grazes
his ass crack. He shudders. I push into his familiar hole. He groans.
The Voyeur sighs.
I murmur “Take it…”
He feels hot and moist. I fuck him with deep strokes. Faster and faster.
In moments, as is always
the case with Road Worker, he shoots all over the floor while at the same time
twisting off my cock. He grabs his jeans
off the floor, and cock dripping, heads half naked to the restroom.
The Voyeur sits and
strokes, grinning at me.
I sit back down and
stroke.
Ten minutes pass.
The door opens. It is the
Crossdressing Latino, who, I quickly learn, is not in feminine lingerie
today. But he’s horny. He sits next to me and reaches for my cock. He hefts it, then opens his own jeans. He is wearing his red jock. His short, but kind of fat cock is soon freed
from the fabric. He reaches over and
strokes me again.
“You suck and fuck me?”
he whispers.
I let him play with my
dick. Soon he stands up and feeds me his
cock. I don’t suck him for long as that’s
not how he likes to cum. He goes to his
chair and fishes a Magnum out of his pants pocket. I suit up, glad of the protection from his spotty
clean out. He bends over, looking right at
the Voyeur. I get behind him. I slide in.
“Fuck me hard, Papi!” His voice is loud in the small room.
The Voyeur strokes harder
as I begin to fuck. I begin much slower
than with Road Worker. But I build
quickly. CD Latino loves having me smack
his bare ass. The sound of flesh on
flesh reverberates in the small space. I
have fucked him so many times that I know when he’s getting close. “Shoot any time you want,” I tell him. He moans and speeds up his hand over his
small cock. Two minutes later another
load is splattered on the floor. I pull
out, once again pleased I have a condom on.
I go to wash up, just to make sure…
When I come out, CD
Latino is dressed and waiting to piss.
He whispers a thank you and I go sit back down.
Fifteen minutes or so—and
it’s just the Voyeur and I stroking. And
the man still on his phone. Has he looked
up once? Not that I’ve seen.
The door opens. It’s Braydon, a piggy young man I had lots of
fun with here and in my playroom until he passed out in my sling while using
Maximum Impact. He sits. Soon he is on his knees and sucking the
Voyeur. It doesn’t take long for him to
get the load, after all the sex the Voyeur has stroked to today.
The Voyeur leaves and
Braydon looks at me. Eventually he asks
if he can suck me. I nod. He’s great as always. Having my dick in his mouth makes him want it
in his ass. He strips down and kneels in
my chair. I am so happy to be eating an
ass that I know is ready for my tongue.
I tongue fuck him for a long time.
I stand up and slide in.
Damn, it’s an ass I’ve
missed. I sigh and begin a slow
fuck. Now harder. I fuck him until my knees, bent a little
lower than I’d like are screaming at me.
We chat. We are both glad to re-connect.
He needs to take off.
I sit and stroke.
The door opens. Braydon is back. He sits next to me. He wants my load before he leaves. He strips and I spend even longer now tonguing
his used fuck hole. It makes him moan
into the chair seat.
I rear up and slide
in. It’s a faster fuck now. With purpose.
I hear Braydon groan. He does a
small hit of MI. Just enough to make him
hornier yet. His ass is really working
my cock. He has great control—and is
squeezing down on me every few thrusts.
I groan. “You want my load?”
“You know I do…”
I pull out and go to my
knees for one last taste.
Delicious.
I stand up and slide back
in.
I thrust.
And thrust.
And I am spurting deep
into Braydon’s hole once again…
