Near Home—August, 2026
Lately, the Friday nights
at the local bookstore had been really fun.
In the last few weeks there had been more men visiting on a Friday than
on a regular night—and with more variety of what those men wanted to do. I was looking forward to going back on the
second Friday of the month…
I pull into an almost
empty parking lot. I actually think
about going home, but I don’t. I pay and
go in. Two men are in the place. One is an older man I recognize who never
does anything but sit—and perhaps, sleep.
The other is a handsome guy in his 50’s who is currently texting on his
phone. He nods to me and smiles. I sit in my regular seat and pull out my
cock. The guy on his phone glances up
and smiles at me again.
His phone goes off and he
quickly silences it. Then he spends five
minutes in a flurry of texting. He
occasionally glances up and seems to like the sight of me stroking to the porn. I try to catch his eye once more, but he is
too busy clicking away to notice.
Finally, with a sigh, he gets up and leaves. Never to return.
I stroke.
Then the old guy totters
out the door to talk to the cashier.
I sigh, but keep stroking.
The door opens. The Minute Man walks in. He sees me and nods. He sits off to the side, groping himself. Eventually, he takes out his small cock. It is hard.
He stands up. “You want it?”
I nod. I might as well do something.
He comes over. He huffs his poppers and lets me take him
into my mouth as I sit there. And in all
fairness, tonight he tries and succeeds to make the experience last. It is just shy of three minutes before his
balls give up their cum.
He sighs, stuffs it away
and leaves.
I stroke in the empty
room.
Fifteen minutes later,
the door buzzes.
A short guy, mid-50’s and
with a jovial face comes in. He takes in
the emptiness of the room and sits next to me on my right. He’s a chatter—and tonight that’s just fine,
we won’t disturb anyone.
He really likes the
straight porn. He comments equally on
the guys and girls in it. He gropes
himself the hardest as the guy on screen eats the young woman out.
His cock emerges. A standard sized dick, very hard and
dripping.
After fifteen minutes or
so of chat about the lack of crowd or the sex on the screen, his left hand
finds my dick. He takes over stroking
it. “Nice…” he whispers.
This lasts for quite some
time. Finally, he asks if he can suck
it. I nod and he goes to the floor
between my spread legs. I like his mouth—and
it’s great to stop stroking and enjoy his roving tongue. He works on my cock and balls for maybe ten
minutes before his knees tire.
“It feels great,” I tell
him. “It just takes an act of God to get
me off anymore.”
He grins and goes back to
stroking himself. I ask if I should
return the favor. “Maybe later, but I
don’t want to cum yet.”
We stroke.
He gets up to suck me
once again, pausing to say “Can you drop your pants? I want to get to your balls easier…”
I don’t answer, I just do
it. I keep the jock on, but the pants
are around my ankles as I sit back down.
He kneels. He starts with my
balls. He loves the fact that he can now
easily lick under them. He cleans up my
ball sweat making a number of delicious-sounding moans.
He works up my shaft. He drills his tongue into my piss slit
repeatedly, scooping out the precum. Then
it’s back to my balls. He sucks them
gently, one at a time. He lifts them
with his left hand to lick under them once again. This time he continues down my perineum,
stopping a few millimeters from my asshole.
Then it’s back up, engulfing my dick and taking it down in repeated deep-throatings.
He pauses once again. He sits down in his chair and sighs in
contentment. I think he’s going to let
me suck his cock but tells me just to massage his nuts as he strokes. I do.
We’ve had a leisurely hour of off and on sex. No one else has arrived.
After more stroking and
kneading of his balls, he goes down on me for round three. This time he starts with my wet cock
head. He cleans it, moaning. Then, some repeated deep throating. But he can’t keep away from my balls. He suckles them, He licks them. He treats them with real reverence.
Holding them up and out
of the way, he licks down my perineum once again. And back up.
He pauses a second and digs in his pocket. He finds his brown bottle. He huffs.
And hands it to me. What the hell—I
take a hit. He is going wild with my
balls and taint. He is jerking himself
like mad. I moan as the vapors hit. They do what I expect—and unlock my orgasm.
“You want…my load?” I pant out.
He comes up and his mouth
engulfs my cock head. I’m there. He takes every drop and won’t let go, no
matter how I try to twist away from the exquisite agony his mouth is giving me.
He does stop, of course,
eventually—after he’s gotten every drop of jizz. He sits down heavily in his chair. I stand up and see that he’s shot all over
the floor in front of me—and some even in my pants.
I don’t care. It was worth it…
