Near Home—March, 2026
I was really active in
March. I loved that the playroom was
getting a lot of use, but I also wanted the variety of the bookstore. On a Friday towards the end of the month, I visited
in the afternoon…
There are five or six men
in the theatre. When I sit in my usual
chair and take out my cock, there are now three of us jerking. One man, a youngish 40-something is stroking
to the porn he’s playing on his phone.
He is oblivious to the rest of the room.
The other man, to my left
and around my age, is glued to the bottle of poppers under his nose. He turns from one screen to the other,
seemingly entranced by both videos. He
nods to me in a friendly way—not in the ‘come suck my cock’ kind of way.
We stroke. Other men make a show of not looking at the
cocks on display.
Suddenly, the Popper Guy
stands up to spew his load on the floor.
I get up and kneel two steps aways from him so he can decide if he wants
to use my mouth. He walks over and
shoves his not fully hard cock into me.
He fucks my face.
The poppers are making
him wobbly. He sits. “Let me suck you,” he mumbles. I stand up and let him do just that. When I begin to fuck his face (and the popper
fumes have worn off) he fully erects. He
begins moaning around my cock and I know he’s ready. I kneel and take his load. He shoots a lot of surprisingly sweet cum across
my tongue and down my throat. He holds
onto me to make sure I get every drop.
He takes off to the
restroom and then out the door. I sit in
my chair. An old man to my left motions
me over. He was not jerking before, but
must have started when the sucking began.
He takes his hand off his cock with a whispered: “Please…”
I kneel and suck
him. Almost instantly his body
shakes. He is having an intense orgasm—with
absolutely no load. I work on him, not
sure if he’s done, until it’s obvious from his writhing that he needs me to stop. He thanks me profusely and walks out…
*
I stroke. A couple of men who never touched themselves
or anyone else leave. New arrivals take
their place. One guy, bald and with more
than a few extra pounds, sits next to me.
He’s a talker. He loves to
comment on what is happening on the screen.
We are both watching the straight screen. He mentions the young women, the hot men, how
big the cocks are and rates the women on how well they give head.
He has unzipped and is stroking
his three inch, uncut cock while he natters on to me. He tells me how much he loves oral sex. How hot having a mouth on his dick is. How he loves to use his tongue. Finally, as an extended cocksucking scene is
on the screen, he uses the phrase “I could suck him better than she could.”
“Show me.”
He turns and looks at
me. Then gets up and lowers himself to his
knees, using the arms of the chair to get to the floor. “I can’t wait to suck this beauty,” he
whispers. He opens his mouth and takes
me in.
He’s terrible. His teeth are everywhere. I am in fear that he will severely nick me. I give him a minute before I pat him on the
shoulder and tell him I really need to piss.
I get up, do that (I actually have some to get rid of) and go back,
sitting down in my chair.
He begins to talk about
oral sex again. Now it’s wearing, not
hot. I decide to shut him up. I go to my knees. “This is how you suck dick.” I take all three inches in my mouth. My tongue is all over him. He’s surprised and so turned on he shoots
within two minutes. I use my tongue to
get all his semen out of the folds of his foreskin.
He takes off—and I jerk
in peace.
Cute College Kid
arrives. He sees me, smiles and heads
for the chair next to me. He sits for
just long enough to shrug out of his coat.
He stands up and steps out of his pants.
There is no underwear. He moves
in front of me, his rampant cock swinging.
He grabs the back of my head to guide me in and at the last-minute turns
so my mouth is on his hot ass. He holds
me there, grinding his ass against my face—and then bends slightly so I have
full access to his hole. I am totally
surprised—but loving this. I am rampant
myself. I forget about jerking and work
on giving his the best rimjob possible.
CCK pulls away from
me. “Now fuck me.” He kneels on his chair and hisses: “And cum in me this time!”
I get up and kneel behind
him. I can’t get enough of his ass on my
tongue. I work him open a little more before
I stand up. I slide into his spit
slicked hole. He gasps. I fuck him slowly. Relentlessly.
I am doing deep knee
bends with the depth of the chair seat.
He realizes this and carefully gets his feet to the floor, never making
me miss a stroke. This is so much
better. I pick up the pace. Cute College Kid is groaning. At least one man watching us has taken his
dick out to jerk to the live porn.
Without any warning, CCK
pulls off me and splatters a load on the floor.
I go to my knees and clean his cock.
I love licking him clean.
“Sorry,” he whispers as
he sits and pulls out his phone. “I will
feed you properly with load two.”
He scrolls for about ten
minutes. I jerk. He touches my arm and I can see he’s hard
again. I go to the floor, avoiding the
jizz puddle, and begin sucking his cock.
He pants. He pulls me off the
shaft and pushes me down to his tight balls.
I lick his slightly musky sack and he strokes. In moments, his free hand guides me up to
take his load. He holds me in place as
he unloads—as if I’d want to be anywhere else…
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