Near Home—April, 2026
When cruising, sometimes
everything goes right. Other times it
feels like everything goes wrong. This
first Saturday night in April walked a middle ground. Nothing earth shakingly good; nothing to scar
my psyche either…
I arrive around 7:30pm. I am the only guy here. No, that’s wrong. There is a man in darkest corner scrolling
through his phone. I take out my dick
and stroke. He scrolls, never looking
up.
The door finally
opens. It is a straight couple who sit
on the short wall, which makes them look right at me.
“Look, honey, he has a
big ole dick for you…”
She looks at me
again. “No way,” she stage-whispers—as if
I can’t hear her. They watch the
straight porn. Eventually she fellates the
man who brought her. He cums demurely in
her mouth. They leave.
I stroke.
New men come into the
room. Five of them. One of them is a beefy Latino I have watched
here many times, but I don’t think I’ve played with him. He starts making the rounds of the room. He sucks each man (but phone guy). He always stops before the guy can unload,
standing up and going outside for a cigarette.
When he comes back this
last time, he kneels in front of me. He
edges me close to shooting—this time standing up and never returning.
I stroke. The other men filter out.
The guy I have known
longest from this place comes in with his husband. They walk to chairs near the gay screen. They chat a little—judging the men in the
video. I finally want them to shut up,
so I sit in a chair in front of them. In
moments, the guy I know best has stripped down and has his dick in my mouth
while I am being given head by his partner.
I love being serviced
with a cock in my mouth. I groan quite a
bit. My friend starts fucking my
face. He isn’t using poppers tonight and
his dick is rock hard. For the first
time in my presence, his partner pulls his dick out and strokes himself as he
sucks me.
We only stop when his
partner’s knees tire. He sits, down. His dick, now semi-hard, is lolling against
his jeans. I get up. I have never had him in my mouth before. He’s thickish, with some extra skin, though
he’s not uncut. He moans as I suck
him. My friend sits down and strokes to
the scene.
“Stop—I don’t want to cum,”
he murmurs. I let his cock go and go sit
down again in my new seat.
The three of us
stroke. Phone guy has taken off sometime
during our threeway. A new man comes in.
He sits near us. He takes out a
beefy dick. He looks like the coach you
had a crush on in high school.
I am ready to stand up
and ask if he wants head as he is exclusively watching the gay porn. But my friend’s partner beats me to it. It’s not a quiet suck—and that hot. I love to hear the slurp. Soon, I have my friend’s cock back in my
mouth. ‘Coach’ likes the view. My friend places my left hand on his
ass. It’s lubed now—and I can burrow a
finger inside him. I idly wonder if I
can fuck him in front of the partner…
At that moment, the ‘coach’
gives up his load. That makes my friend
shoot down my throat. They all clean up
a little—and take off.
I am alone again.
I wait ten minutes.
No new arrival.
I go home, mostly content…
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