Near Home—May, 2026
It was the middle of May
and my decision to not attend IML this year was making me depressed. It was a logical decision, with my current workload and a hospitalized relative, but it didn’t make it easier.
Then I got a text. Zane, the scent pig I had met in Chicago,
wanted a holiday from his family (where he was acting as care giver.) Would I like him to come to the playroom for half
the weekend?
His timing worked
perfectly with what little free time I would have. I told him yes. And then, to make things even easier, I got a
text telling me my relative was declared recovered enough to go home. No more hospital visits. Perfect.
Zane was due to arrive
late Friday. On the Monday before I woke
up with an idea. Zane was a cum pig—and I
could only give him so much during his stay here. I resolved to go to the bookstore and harvest
some loads for our playtime…
It’s a rainy
afternoon. I am surprised the parking
lot has quite a few cars in it. I go
into the dark theatre. My chair is
available and I sit, unzip and get myself hard.
There is a blowjob happening in the back corner—a good looking guy in
his forties is blowing a handsome young man.
The sight helps me get stiffen up.
Suddenly, an older guy is
standing to my side, shaking his thick dick at me. I turn and he pushes it into my mouth. A young Black man gets up and comes
closer. He is jerking his dick as he
watches the two blowjobs in progress. Now,
he is knocking my hand away from my cock and is stroking my big dick. I am surprised—but pleased.
Slightly behind me, I
hear the cocksucker take the load. This
makes the guy playing with my dick go watch them. It also makes the man in my mouth pant—as his
dick wilts. He pulls out of me, acting
like he’s just cum. Did I give him a dry
orgasm? Nice, but that doesn’t help fill
the condom in my pocket.
An older man with a very
full beard comes over. I know him from
here. And I love his mouth. He settles down between my spread legs and
goes to work. He is the guy who uses
that beard as a sensual tool. It rubs my
balls as he sucks. He dries my cock with
it after he has slobbered all over me. This tongue and beard are all over my crotch.
A roll of thunder outside
reverberates through our small space. The
pounding rain increases.
The Voyeur comes in. He watches me getting head. I nod to him, hoping he’ll give me his cock
to suck—but he chooses the good-looking sucker slightly behind me. I look down at my bearded cock sucker. The Black guy is there behind him, feeling up
his ass. I am pretty sure the bearded
guy is oral only—and moments later he tells the guy wanting to finger his hole
that fact. I close my eyes and enjoy the
tongue, spit and beard of my sucker.
I open them when the Voyeur
climaxes. Damn. That’s two loads the other guy has gotten. At the same time, my sucker has been on his
knees too long. He gets up, thanking me,
and sitting in the adjacent chair.
Another older man takes his place.
He’s good, too—and the top guy is back, feeling up the new sucker’s
ass. This time the sucker just shakes
his head to the probing finger.
More men come into the
room. One is the man I’ve played with
here for as long as I’ve been coming. I
am surprised he doesn’t stand up to feed me, as he often does. Then I realize the Black guy has clocked him
and is going to get an ass to fuck after all.
The Voyeur sits and works
his phone. The other cocksucker and I
watch my theatre acquaintance get his ass plowed, while I still have a mouth on
my dick. Soon, this sucker tires too.
As the guy fucking climaxes,
the door opens. It is a guy I used to
see here quite regularly. He’s handsome and gives the most pedestrian head imaginable: just the head in his mouth and the shaft
slightly stroked with his hand. He comes
over and kneels—and does just that. For
about 15 minutes. When I can’t take any more, I thank him, telling I need to go
piss, though I don’t need to go. I do walk
into the restroom and rinse my cock of the massive amounts of spittle left on
it.
I go out, wondering why
the cocksucker, who has gotten the two loads, hasn’t made a play for me. I sit in a new chair nearer to him. That does the trick. He’s on me, moments later. I instantly can tell why he’s made the two
men in his mouth today shoot. He’s really
good at what he does. I groan, lean back
and let him work on me. For the first time
in his sucking this afternoon, he pulls out his dick and beats it as he sucks
me down.
Eventually, his knees
tire. He sits down again, grinning. I kneel in front of him and suck his
substantial cock before it gets tucked away.
He moans his appreciation at reciprocal head. His cock is drooling heavily, but I can feel
he’s not as hard now, without a dick in his mouth.
I stand up. I begin face fucking him. Instantly he is hard and his hand is beating
his cock like crazy. I can feel his breathing
change. I know he’s going to shoot. I pull out, kneel and take his cock into my
mouth just as he begins shooting a substantial, built-up load. He’s surprised but pleased. He let’s me work his dick to get every drop,
just as he’d done to the men he did earlier.
I stand up, forcing
myself not to swallow his cum. He goes
to wash up and I step into the corner. I
open a condom and drool the load into it.
I tie a knot in it so as not to lose any.
The place is all but deserted. I head home to get the cum frozen and ready
for Zane’s furry ass…
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