Voyeur No More

 Near Home—January, 2025

 

As satisfying as the sex had been with Kieran, I went to the nearest bookstore the next day.  I was still fascinated by the influx of new men to the theatre in my time away.  And they all seemed so much more comfortable to play in the group space. 

I chatted with the loquacious clerk for a bit and went into the dark room.  The video playing was in the middle of a candlelit scene involving some light bondage—I had to move carefully to find my chair…

 

I look around before opening my fly.  This Friday afternoon is sparse.  I see a man in the darkest corner, but can’t make out details.  There is one white man to my left, sitting against the side wall.  He is a large man, around my age.  His head keeps turning, as he watches both videos.  Very near the gay screen is the Mexican who always wants to get fucked, but never cleans out.

I unbutton and stroke.  The video gets lighter.  I can see the man in the corner is the Voyeur, the first time I’ve seen him since my return to Michigan.  (When I first met him, I was the only man he let suck his dick—otherwise he just watched and jerked.  Over the months I’ve known him, he’s become much more open about letting others suck him, too.  But he is incredibly selective about who they might be.)  We nod to each other and he pulls out his phone.

The door opens.  It is a young Latino who I don’t recognize.  He is under 35, and a cub on his way to becoming a bear.  He nods to me, but makes a beeline to the Voyeur.  He sits next to him.  The Voyeur opens his pants.  He shows off his dick and soon the Latino strips off his winter coat and is on his knees.  I hear the Voyeur sigh.

I look back at the screen.  The straight porn has gotten really hot with two men trading off on the three holes of a young woman.  They don’t just fuck her; they use her for their pleasure.  And they don’t seem to mind if their dicks or balls touch the other man’s as they do it.

I hear movement over at the blow job.  The Voyeur has bent forward and is whispering something to the Cub.  He nods before going back to work on the Voyeur. 

I watch the video.  The Cub is suddenly standing next to me.  “He wants to watch me suck your cock,” he whispers.  “May I?”

“Sure.”

He kneels in front of me.  He’s good.  The Voyeur gets up and for a moment I think he’s going to feed me his wet dick.  But instead, he sits in the chair next to me, watching my dick be swallowed to the root.  His hand begins to move on his own cock.

This is too much for the Mexican.  He gets up and comes over to watch, too.  His pants are open as he jerks to the scene.  Soon his other hand slides down the waistband at the back and begins fingering his ass.

The Voyeur stands up.  I assume he wants another turn with this hot mouth.  But no, he rolls a condom onto his cock.  The Mexican drops his pants and bends, supporting himself on the seat of the chair one away from me.  The Voyeur pushes into his butt and fucks him.  Hard and fast.  My cocksucker takes a mini break to watch the fuck—but soon he’s back on my prick.  I have never seen the Voyeur use someone’s ass here or in the old set-up with the two separate rooms. 

He slaps the Mexican’s ass and picks up the speed even more.   From the sounds he makes, I assume he shoots into the rubber.  He goes off to the restroom to wash, the Mexican trailing behind him.  I concentrate on the man.  I rub his shoulders and tell him I like his mouth.  I hear the restroom door close—and soon the sounds of fucking coming from there.

The Latino’s phone dings.  He comes up for air, apologizes and says he needs to check it.  What ever the message is, it sends him scurrying out the door.

I stroke my wet dick.

I hear the restroom door open.  The Mexican leaves.  The Voyeur comes back, grinning and sits back in the dark corner.  I go take a piss and yes, there is another condom wrapper on the floor.  I may have to rename the Voyeur…

*

It’s been a quiet 15 minutes.  The large man, who paid little attention to the sex happening in front of him, has left.  The door keeps opening.  We have three new men in the room.  All new to me.  The Voyeur can’t stop looking at the tallest of them.  He’s white, 35-ish, with buzzed hair on top and a long hipster beard.  He has taken out a nice 7 incher to stroke.  The Voyeur gets up and moves to sit next to him.  They talk in low tones.  Soon they are stroking each other.  And stroking.  And stroking.

I try to catch the eye of either of the new arrivals.  But they only have eyes for each other.  Soon a noisy exchange of blowjobs is happening behind me.

And still the Voyeur and the bearded man are stroking.  Finally, the Voyeur excuses himself, shrugs his shoulders at me and takes off.

The bearded man is focused on my dick, not the porn.  I wait for some indication he’d like me to join him.  Finally, he nods.  I go over and sit.

“I love your dick…but I don’t suck,” he whispers.

“I am more than happy to do you…”

But he cuts me off with a shake of his head.  “I am not looking for oral.”

He reaches for my cock.  He knows how to use his hand, it is light and nice, not the death grip I get so often.  I do the same for him.  And we stroke and stroke.  It’s nice, but…come on, I need more.  I deliberated swipe a pearl of precum off his dick and make a show of tasting it.  He grins, but does not return the favor.

The two men who were trading blow jobs are still at it.  I love hearing the wet sounds of their sex.

The door opens.  A man I know quite well from here, who has taken care of me with both his mouth and his ass, walks in.  He sits in the chair I vacated to stroke the bearded man.  In moments, he comes over to me. 

“May I?”

I nod.  He goes to his knees and begins to suck.  The bearded man is not offended.  He is entranced.  I stop stroking him to ruffle the hair of the guy on my dick.  Bearded Man grabs his cock and begins a stronger jerk.

The guy on my dick goes to my balls.  He gets them very wet.  He pauses to take a hit of poppers.  He passes them up to me.  I take a hit as he sucks my balls carefully into his mouth.  He works his tongue up my shaft, just as the fumes are hitting.

I can’t quite believe I’m about to unload in his mouth.  “You want it?”

The sucker grunts an affirmative.  The Bearded Man strokes faster.  I begin shooting down the throat of the cocksucker.  For having shot the day before, I am surprised at the volume exploding out of my cock.  He swallows it all, cleaning me up when I’m done.

“That’s the first time I’ve swallowed your load,” he grins, as he comes up for air.  “It’s usually in my ass!”

This makes the Bearded Man jerk faster.  But he doesn’t use either willing mouth.  He just keeps jerking…as I leave and the sucker goes to explore the sex happening with the other two guys in the back corner…

Kieran Gets His Ass Stretched

 My Playroom—January, 2025

 

I came home quickly after my NYE fiasco.  The roads were snow covered, but no ice.  I had a quiet New Year’s Day and prepped the playroom for day two of the new year.  It felt really good to be putting towels under the equipment again.  I had missed my little sanctuary in the basement.  I made the bed and wiped down the fuck bench and the sling frame.

Kieran and I had not played since August.  He is the married man, with a great mouth, who slips out when he can.  His ass had been ‘problematic’ the last couple of times, likely as he had to rush clean out with a spouse around.  I was looking forward to seeing him again.  He usually has only one day a week he can play—and with my busy schedule (and some health issues on his side) meeting up in the fall had been impossible.

I tossed the pillows on the bed—thinking that I would soon be stretching out there as his large, wet mouth enveloped my entire cock…

 

The doorbell rings.  I turn off the computer and go answer the door, cinching my robe closed.  Kieran comes in, coatless in this cold weather.  He is shorter than I, and maybe a few years younger, but not many.   Work on his farm keeps him in decent shape.  He grins and heads right down to the playroom where he strips off.  I grab my tea and follow.

We chat more than usual.  He’s had a major health issue in the fall, just as I was leaving the state.  He is feeling fine now, he says, sitting on the bed.  And he can’t wait to get his mouth on my dick.   I turn the porn on.  The television is ablaze with naked men.  He watches the 8-man orgy for a moment, but the second I ditch the robe, his focus is on my swollen mound in my not-so-dirty jock.

“Let me get that thing hard.”

I twist my dick and balls out of the fabric.  He guides the swelling shaft into his mouth.  It feels wonderfully to become full hard inside him, with his tongue constantly moving against the underside of my dripping head.  I just stand still and let him do the work.

Licking.

Swallowing.

Tonguing.

Deep throating.

All, over and over again.

I know I am dripping precum like crazy.  And he loves that.  He manipulates my balls, all but milking them to keep it coming.  He pulls off and drools a mouth full onto my cock shaft.  He licks it up and sighs contentedly.

I suggest I lie down.  He gets up and lets me get comfortable.  He gets between my splayed legs.  This gives him better access to my scrotum.  He spends long minutes tonguing my hairy balls.  Finally, he licks up the shaft and takes me to the root in this position.  All with nary a tooth.

“I love your cock in my mouth, but I do want it up my ass, too.”

We skip the fuck bench, as his knees are bad, and go right to the sling.  It’s a slight process to get him into it as it is set for my tall height.  I hang a chain straight down from the top of the frame.  He can grab it and it helps him to hold onto it as he rolls back into the leather.  He chooses to keep his legs straight, resting on the chains.  I go to my knees.  I need to spread his full ass slightly so my tongue can get into his pucker. 

He groans.  “I’d forgotten how good that feels.”

I dig in.  I pause, take a sip of tea to warm up my tongue, and burrow in again.  He sighs.  I grease up my cock with coconut oil as I spit into his hole.  I stand up and slide in.  He opens easily.  His hole is incredibly warm.  He breathes deeply—and then I begin the first fuck of the afternoon.  Slow.  Measured.  Building to a nice hard hip-slapping-that-full-ass moment.  It becomes the only sound in the playroom drowning out the porn guys.

I pull out.  I want to eat his ass again.  I surreptitiously check my dick.  He has done a great clean out today.  It changes my whole mood about his hole.  I go to my knees and eat him again—reveling in the freshly fucked feel of his ass on my tongue.  I can’t stop.

“Give me your dick again.”

I stand up and fuck.  Harder.  More insistent.  The sling frame creaks and swings.

I stop dead.  I bring my wet cock to his mouth.   He loves the taste of his hole.  “I can see why you keep eating me out.”

I nod.  I go back to the business end of the sling, kneel and tongue his worked-out hole some more. 

In the past he has not been interested in toys, but I grab my trusty egg headed dildo.  I grease it up.  He gasps as it pushes into him.  Its head is bigger than me.  I twist it slowly.  I pound the end of the toy.  He makes contented noises.  I stand up and add my dick.  His eyes widen.  He can’t believe it. 

“So….full….” 

I fuck.  I pull out.  I twist the toy and shove myself in again.  He groans out his delight.

Now I feel like I want to show him the toy box.  I pull out the curved toy with the little head and all those ridges as it gets thicker.  He takes the first three inches as if it were a bread stick, but the next few inches give him a good stretch.  I pull it out and do it again.  Then upside down so the curve is going the opposite way.  He can’t take his eyes off the mirror.

I pull out another toy GaryM left me—one I haven’t used before, even on him.  It has a black handle.  Then there is a long elliptical shaft, which is hollowed out on one side.  I think it’s a way to get more lube in your bottom (or piss or your boyfriend’s cum.)  Right now, it’s just fucking his hole.  I stand up and I find I can add my dick to this toy, too.  My cock half fills the hollow.  It, too, is a great double fuck toy.  Who knew?  I like how soft the toy is against my dick.

“Now this one is different,” I tell him.  “It’s stainless steel.”  I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  The thick oval head slides easily into his now open hole.  He is surprised by the coolness of it.  He can take it quite deep.  For the first time with this toy, I add my dick.  The handle is so thin, it’s no problem at all.  I love how my head smashes into the steel ball and the handle goes under my balls and the end actually touches my pucker.  I like the leather feel of it there as I fuck him hard.

I give him a moment of rest.  I find the ass grommet, the sleeve to super-size my cock.  I grease it up.  With one push he takes me wearing it, gasping. 

“Fuck, yes!”

I fuck him, but I think I have it slightly turned on my shaft.  It is not very comfortable for me this time, so we stop.

“One more.  A gift from my brother’s playroom.”

His eyes widen as he sees the fat, three-tiered butt plug.  But his ass is up for it.  I work in.  Repeatedly.

“How’s that hole feel?”

Words fail him for a moment.  “Fantastic…”

I go to my knees.  He ass lips are incredible big now, engorged with blood.  I suck first one and then the other into my mouth.  Damn, I am so turned on with them in my mouth.  My cock is drooling like crazy.  I take a hit of poppers.  It only increases the lust for those swollen lips on my tongue.  I feel them pulse.  It is driving me over the top.

I stand up.  I fuck three or four strokes and breed his ass with an intense moan of sheer lust…

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?

 North of Grand Rapids—December, 2024

 

Remember that ‘On the Road for Hot Ass’ post I wrote on the last day of the year?  I thought I was on the road for a new place to have a ‘fuck in the new year’ party. 

Let’s go back a little…

When I was still down in Indiana, I got a message on BBRT from a guy in Michigan.  He’d found the blog—and loved it.  This guy was in his mid-40’s, good looking and versatile. He told me he had a small group of men in his area and thought I would be a great fit.  He had a basement play space with a sling and a bondage table.  He finally told me he wanted a New Year’s Eve gathering and thought he could get 2 other tops and 2 or 3 bottoms.  Would I come?

We talked a lot online.  We had never met, but all things pointed to us being a good fit:  everybody in his group was on PrEP or undetectable, they were drug free, they loved group sex and were very open to sexual experimentation.

Finally, I told him I would be there.  It was far enough away that I knew I needed a motel for afterwards as he didn’t think his home was set up for overnight guests.  I made the reservation.

We kept chatting daily.  We seemed like a great sexual fit.

On the 31^st, I started on the trek to the motel through some light snow.  I would check-in, nap and be ready to fuck in the New Year.  Just as I was pulling into the motel’s parking lot, I got a text.  He was ill.  Vomiting a lot.  Everything was cancelled.

I was stuck.  He had talked to us individually, so I couldn’t invite the text chain of guys to the motel.  I sent one exploratory text to the sick host to ask about contact info for the other guests.  I got nothing back.  I drove by his house and it was totally dark. 

I still have heard nothing from him, 10 days later.

I don’t think it was some grand scheme to get me up there and leave me blueballed.  But maybe it was.  He is likely really embarrassed. 

I thought about going into Grand Rapids and the bathhouse that night, but I just didn’t want to drive anymore over bad roads.  At least I found good porn on the internet…

A very odd beginning to 2025!

 

For your viewing pleasure—as the post didn’t give you any—two great ass shots.  The first was sent to me by GaryM.

New Faces and Old Fuck Buds...and lots of cum

 Near Home—December, 2024

After the fun Saturday at the bookstore detailed in the last two posts, it should not be much of a surprise to learn that I wanted more.  I had the Sunday afternoon free and off I went…

 

There are five men in the room.  One is bent over, naked from the waist down.  This is a very tall white man is leaning on a chair.  His ass is being finger fucked by a guy I recognize.  (He is the Black guy who took three inches of my dick and thought he had all of it in his ass.)  They are using the chair I usually sit in.  The guy using his fingers insists I need to sit to his right and fuck the ass in front of him. 

My hackles go up.  I don’t like being told what to do the second I walk in.  I sit slightly away from them for the moment, telling them I need a minute.  But I don’t get it.  The tall guy comes over and grinds his naked ass on my mound, before I can even unzip.  The guy who was fingering, wipes his slick hand on some paper towel and offers me head.   I am not ready for that either.  I say so—and seemingly offend him. 

The tall guy gets off me and goes to piss.  I open my fly and stroke myself hard.

“That’s it, man!”  The tall guy is back.  He takes a huge hit of poppers, knocks my hand away and sits on my cock.  It feels good, of course, until he takes a second hit and begins riding me with no control. I am in fear of him pulling off me mid plunge and bending my cock.  He can’t keep the angle as the poppers are making him wobbly.  I forcefully grab him by the hips, hold him in place and tell him to slow down or stop.  Now he’s offended.

I jerk to the hot, bisexual porn on the screen.  I suggest to the bossy finger fucker he could suck me now, if he wanted.  He doesn’t seem to want my dick, now that an ass has been on it.  He goes off to suck another man across the way.  I watch.  As usual, it starts well with this cocksucker, but then he does the exact same stroke (with his hand and into his mouth) every time.  Every. Time.  I am glad I have avoided him for the moment.

There is a big 30-something cub across from me.  He makes an inviting gesture to join him.  I go over.  He strokes my cock, gently and with longing.  He apologizes that after breaking his jaw, he can no longer suck someone of my diameter.

I sigh inwardly.

“But I can.”

It’s the man sitting next to the cub.  I didn’t think I knew him, when I saw him sitting in the shadows, but now I realize he is a man that I have fucked here.  He is handsome and in his mid- 40’s.  I am fairly sure he’s married to a woman.  The wedding ring is one of the widest I’ve ever seen—and that left hand is wrapped around my cock.

He pulls me towards his mouth—and he swallows me down.  The Cub, thoughtfully, reaches over and begins a soft caress of my balls, not getting in the way of the blow job I’m getting.  I stand and let these two men have their way with me.  All the tension of the first 15 minutes melts away with this really pleasant moment.

The guy offers the Cub my cock to suck.  He licks my balls instead.  The sucker goes back to my shaft and I have two tongues on me at the same time.  I sigh in contentment.

“You need to fuck him—and I’ll felch your cum out of him.”

I have no idea where this new guy came from, but he is right in my face now.  I recognize him, too.  I had fucked and shot in a bud of his so he could have his first felch, back in the old theatres.  The 40-something guy gets up and drops his trousers.  He kneels on the wide seat.  I go to my knees and begin to rim him as he jerks.  The would be felcher pushes my face into the big butt, holding me there for a moment.  Then he goes over to play with the Cub. 

I get the man’s hole very wet.  I tongue him over and over.  Deeper and deeper.  Finally, I stand up.

“Go slow…”

I do.  I inch into him.  He jerks faster.  I begin to fuck.  I slowly build the tempo.

“Oh, fuck!”

He is shooting all over the seat.  It feels great, his ass milking my cock, as he does fires out his load.  I look for the Felcher.  He’s gone.  Well, there was nothing for him to do anyway.  I pull out and the guy apologizes for the short fuck.  I tell him it was still hot—and it was.

I take my wet cock over to the tall guy.  I tell him to bend the same way he was being fingered.  He listens to me—and does it.  Now I’m in control.  I fuck him hard.  He goes wild with a double hit of poppers, but he can’t pull off me in this position.  Maybe it’s a hate fuck, but he loves it and it leaves him panting…

*

There is a major change in men.  The Cub is now the only one of the original group from when I arrived.  We have three new men, all stroking, but seemingly, not looking for more.  I suck the Cub’s tiny dick.  It wilts—and he decides to take off.

I stroke.

The door opens.  It is a man I know from here, but first met up at the house parties in Grand Rapids.  He is some sort of Latin mix, late 30’s and mostly top, with a shaved head and direct manner.  He smiles and sits next to me.  He opens his fly and takes out a dick that is every bit as big as mine…but with a foreskin.  He like the rather nasty straight porn that is playing as much as I do.

“Suck my dick…” he breathes in my ear.

I go to my knees.  I have to really open wide to take his juicy cock head into my mouth.  But he likes what I’m doing, giving a little moan every time my tongue cleans out his piss slit.  I pull off and lick his slightly ripe balls.  This makes him jerk himself as I tongue them.

“Stand up and give it to me.”

He is sitting in the end seat so I stand and step to the side, so I don’t block the screen.  He turns and takes me into his mouth, doing all the things to me that I just did to him.  I can tell he is going to cum with his mouth on my cock.  I take a hit of poppers so I can join him.  As the fumes hit, he starts to blast out his load.  He stops sucking and stands up to cover the floor.  I really want to feed him, but there is no way now to stop my own orgasm.  I step next to him and splatter the floor, where our cum mixes in a vast white viscous mess on the black linoleum…

Bookstore Surprises, Part Two: "Fuck That Whore!"

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Bookstore Surprises, Part One: "You Want that Big Dicked Guy to Fuck You?"

 Near Home—December, 2024

I saw the Michigan family for Christmas and came home with a head cold.  It was a misery on day one and cleared up in 24 hours to just minor post nasal drip.  And with it clearing, my big ol’ dick demanded attention. 

I went to the local bookstore that Saturday afternoon…

 

I walk in and sit in my usual chair (I almost always get it as it is too conspicuous for many.)  I take out my hard cock and stroke.  I glance around.  It is a room full of men--and with men I don’t recognize.  Being gone two months has altered the cast of characters.  I look again, a little dumbfounded.  Nine of us have our dicks out and are stroking.  The tenth, the youngest man in the room, has his hand shoved down the front of his jeans and is obviously massaging his crotch.

The tension in the air is high.

The men sitting on either side of the young man, reach for him simultaneously.  One pulls up his shirt, the other opens his pants.  They lean in and begin to lick his very hairy body.  The whole room watches the young man writhe and pant at all the attention.

“You want to get fucked?” says the man who has been licking his nipples.

The young man nods.  Jeans are pulled all the way off by the who opened his pants.  The older guy goes in for some better oral with the stripped-down young man.  The other older guy licks his hairy chest.  They can’t get enough of the taste of his young flesh.

The old guy working his top sits up.  “You want that big dicked guy to fuck you?”

He points to me.

The young man all but blushes and nods his head. 

I stand up and go over.  The guy licking below the waist, stands up, making room for me.  I smile.  He wasn’t licking cock.  He was mouthing T-cock.  The handsome boy is transmale.  He’s had top surgery and is obviously on testosterone.  I go to my knees and begin tonguing his swollen nub.  The young man writhes.  I make him shudder.  We pause for a moment and he hands me a condom.  I open it and roll it on.  It’s a slim fit rubber—and it makes my cock feel like an overplump bratwurst.  But I go with it.

The young man hunkers down in the chair.  The old men on either side hold onto his legs.  I lube up and begin to work my way into his front hole.  He holds up a hand for me to stop.  I do.  I re-lube and try again.  My head pops into him.  He is incredibly tight.  I just hold in place.  And wait.  I get the nod.  Another inch goes in.

I wait.

“Take it out.  Let’s try me on all fours.”

He kneels on the chair.  I move in.  My cock finds his ass.  He jumps, reaches around and re-directs me.  Between how he’s kneeling on the low chair and tall me, it is the worst possible angle.  He takes three inches of me once again.

I suggest he sit on me.  We change around.  This works.  He takes half my cock, but just can’t take any more.  He stands up.  Disappointed.  And is all apologies.  My answer is to lick him to orgasm—a loud one, that makes every man in the room stroke (or suck the dick in their mouth) that much harder.

The guy stands up, shakily and gets dressed.

“Let me fuck that pussy.”  It’s a man who arrived during my second round of oral with the FTM.  He is a swarthy young man who looks Middle Eastern with a full black beard.  His dick is likely the right size, around seven inches and thin.  It’s hard, the foreskin pulled back, as he’d been stroking to my oral sex.

The FTM does not pay any attention to him—just gets dressed and takes off.

“Damn,” says the would be top.  “I wanted that.” He is very close to cumming.  I kneel in front of him.  He won’t let me touch his cock with my mouth but he jerks off into my cupped hands.  A huge load, even for one so young.  I taste it.  And again, much to his delight.

A man moves into my field of vision.  Finally, one I know.  I stand up and cover my cock with the Arab’s cum.   The Arab smiles and watches the other guy follow me as I sit down.

“Let me suck that, Sir.”

I sit down and let him.  He’s the man I know from both bookstores, the one who loves having his face fucked (especially against the wall or a pole) and who drinks my piss.  He loves to choke himself on my cock.  I have sometimes called him the Choker.  He kneels and cleans my cock of the Arab’s cum.  He is delighted.  “You know how to treat me right,” he murmurs.

He goes for my cum covered balls now.  He laps them up until they have only spit left on them.  I am able to see that the entire room is playing now.  There are two pairs of blow jobs and the other men are stroking and enjoying the show or perhaps playing with the chest of the suckee.  The Choker goes back to my dick.  He deepthroats me and does what he loves, choking on my dick, making his throat involuntarily squeeze my cock head.

A man stroking next to me stands up.  He offers me his dick.  I suck him as the Choker works every inch of me.  This new guy has a true pencil dick.  Long and super thin.  It fits effortlessly down my throat.  He begins to fuck my face.  Both the Choker and I are disappointed that he pulls out and shoots his load on the floor. 

“I think I have piss.”

He pulls off my dick and sits on his heels.  I stand.  My cock goes back into his mouth.  He knows not to suck or tongue me.  He waits.  A moment.  Two.  And is rewarded.  The piss flows out of me and deep into his stomach.  He moans.

I would love to know if any of the other guys knew I was feeding him something other than the usual.  We don’t get any odd looks at all.

I sit back down.  The Choker sucks my cock and balls again—as if he hadn’t touched them before—as a thank you for the piss.

The door opens.  Another man I know.  The Road Worker.  He is not in work clothes today, his shoulder length blond hair juts out from the ball cap he wears.

“You know him?” asks the Choker.

“I have sucked his cock once.  And he’s done me, too.”

“Have you fucked him?”

“I have never even seen him get fucked.”

“He’d love your dick.  He’s a whore.”

“This guy?” I ask, looking at the Road Worker who now sits down, leaving lots of seats between him and others.

“Just be ready…”

The Choker moves to the Road Worker.  Soon he is sucking the younger man’s cock.  Road Worker likes to be in control.  He stands up and fucks his face.  When the Choker pulls off him, he says something to him I can’t hear.  But his head gestures in my direction.  Road Worker looks at me.  I know he’s seen me fuck others.  He pulls out of the Choker’s mouth and walks over, his hard cock swaying.  He stops, inches from me.

“You can fuck me if you’ve got poppers…”

(To be continued…)

Strangers with Hard Cocks

 Near Home—December, 2024

 

I was home.  Alone.  And horned from all that time in the car the day before.  I tried to talk myself out of going to the bookstore on Christmas Eve.  I mean, really, who’d be there?  But I had the time as I wasn’t headed to the cousins until Christmas Day.  I suddenly really wanted to go, even if I was the only man there.

I went.

The two main clerks, who have known me now for years, welcomed me back, all smiles.  I went into the theatre, not knowing what to expect…

 

There are four men in the theatre.  I recognize two by sight.  In the far corner, where he can only see the straight screen, is a white man, 40+, who is jerking.  I know from experience he does not let anyone touch him.  I sit in my usual seat, where I can swivel a little and see both screens.  Behind me, near the gay screen, is the other guy I recognize, a tall Latino with a very small dick.  He is absently stroking his cock as he works his phone.  I know him as he had participated once during a group sex moment, sucking my dick and vice versa. 

To my right is an old man on his phone.  He does not look at the other men or the videos.  Just his phone.  That keeps dinging.  Loudly.  Two chairs away from me is a short white man, a little mousey.  He is wearing a long red stocking cap, as if he were still outside.  He is stroking openly to the straight video.

He looks at me as I take out my dick.  He watches it get hard.  He gets up and sits next to me. 

“Wow.”

“Thanks.”

“May I touch it?”

“Sure.”

He does.  In moments, he is on his knees in front of me.  The sucking, which is pretty good, lasts for maybe two minutes, before he stands up and sits back in his seat.  “I’ll get too excited fellating that—and I just got here.  I don’t want to blow yet.”

I nod.  “Don’t waste it when you do shoot…”

He nods, then gets the full meaning, that I’d take his load.  He nods.

In five minutes of stroking, he looks at me, eyes pleading.  I get on my knees and begin to suck.  The door opens and a man walks in.  He sits near the ‘don’t touch me guy.’  I touch stocking hat’s balls and he erupts down my throat.  He hasn’t shot in days.  He shakes and holds onto my shoulders.  He thanks me and leaves as I sit back down.

Instantly, the new arrival comes over and sits in the vacated chair.  He unzips and shows off a good seven incher.  He has chiseled features that have aged well.  He looks like the dad you see dropping off his college aged son at the dorm.

“Suck me, too?”

I don’t hesitate.  I kneel.  He pushes his pants down to his ankles.  He’s in a rush to get home, I think.  He loves my mouth and tells me so.  He lasts for about five minutes before he gives up a load every bit as big or bigger than the first guy.  He reaches for a napkin as I clean up his cock with my tongue.  He finds there is nothing for him to wipe up.  He pats my shoulder and takes off.

Two men come in.  One I know well and the other a stranger.  The young man I have slowly trained to play in public is the first in.  He makes a beeline for my cock, kneeling and sucking it to the root.  The other is a 30-ish guy, Black, dressed in grey sweats.  He sits across from the Latino and shoves his hand down the front of his sweatpants. 

While I’m getting excellent head from the young man, Don’t Touch Me stands up and fires off a big load all over the floor.  He cleans up and leaves. 

My cocksucker is tiring.  He takes a break.  I apologize I’m not ready to shoot yet.  He shrugs, ready to do some more.  His phone dings.  He finds it, reads it and takes off.

The old man finally puts his phone away and walks out the door.

There are now just the three of us.  I turn to the Latino.  He has been stroking his dick for the Black guy, who is sitting across from him.  Now that we are alone, the sweat pants come down and he shows us both his dick.

All three of us stand up.  The two of them reach for the other’s cock.  I go to my knees and suck first the Latino and then the larger cock of the Black man.  They play with each other’s nipples through fabric.  When I switch back to the Latino’s dick, the other man goes behind him, stroking his wet cock against the ass of the man I’m sucking.

The Latino’s phone goes off.  He pulls up his pants and takes off.  The Black man’s cock has wilted slightly with the interruption.  He sucks me briefly, but you can tell that’s not his thing.

“Let me rub my dick on your ass.”

“I’m no bottom.”

“I won’t go in.  Promise.

I look at him for a long moment.  I drop my pants.  He turns me, so I am facing away and he rubs his deflated cock down the hair of my butt cheek.

“Nice,” he croons.  “This way I’ll be able to give you the load you want.”  He does it again.  I can feel his cock stiffen up.  He goes nowhere near my pucker, he just rubs the now drooling cock through the down on my ass.  Over and over.

“Oh, man….Ready.  Now, TAKE IT!”

I spin around and go to my knees.  He gives me a big, delicious load, moaning all the while.  He lets his cock soften in my mouth.  I clean him up.  He hugs me and wishes me a “Merry Christmas.”

I am alone in the room.  I don’t see things getting better than what I’ve already done.  But the door opens.  A good-looking white man in his 50’s walks in.  He doesn’t sit.  He just unzips and begins stroking his very hard cock.

“My mouth would feel better than your hand…” I murmur.

“Yeah.  I came for a good blow job.”

I walk over to him and kneel.  He pushes his super hard, Viagra-ed dick into my mouth.  He doesn’t want my skilled tongue work.  He wants to fuck my face.  And he does.  For maybe three or four minutes.  I just let him do what he needs.  And I’m rewarded—three or four strong blasts of cum hit the back of my throat.  He calls me a good boy as his cock drools out the final pearl on my tongue.

“Thank you for swallowing,” he says as he sits up and picks up his parka he’d tossed on a chair.  “I hate guys who spit.”

He was maybe six minutes in the room.

I realize, as I get up, that while I had certainly sucked some cock at the bathhouse these last months, I had mostly been the one sucked.  It felt kind of good to suck some dick to completion again.

I go back to my chair to retrieve my coat.

The door opens.  I sit back down.  A white man in his late 30’s comes in.  He gets out of his coat, but leaves his knit hat on his head.  He sits next to me.  The guy unzips instantly.  It’s a thin 5 incher, with a very pronounced head. 

“I could really use a mouth…” he whispers.

I go to my knees once more.  It takes a little longer.  But I give him just what he wants for Christmas…