Near Home—September, 2019

Work had eased, though my nights were still busy and my house still full of co-workers.  The next time I could sneak away, I was back to the bookstore in the middle of the week.  It was an afternoon so there was a different crowd.  And each encounter was slightly different than usual.  Just what my cock craved…

I am in the straight cinema.  It was bright enough outside in the parking lot to make the room feel really dark as I come through the door.  It doesn’t look to be very full.  I find my way to the couch and sit.  My eyes adjust pretty fast.  There are a few men down front (which means they don’t want to see any of the gay stuff happen.)  There is a man next to me.  He’s middle aged, carrying a few extra pounds, but looks kind hot groping a mound in his jeans.  As I watch he pulls up his shirt, yoking it over his neck.  He has a pale pink camisole on under the tee.  He opens his fly and I can see pink panties.

I sigh.  Cross dressers are not high on my list.  But he seems to like to show off.  He gets his cock out and beats it openly.  I join him, as the movie is good.  He doesn’t have much dick—it just sticks out enough for him to manhandle it.  He occasionally looks at my cock, but he doesn’t seem to want it.  He is lost in the double anal happening on the big screen television.

I am about to go see who is next door, when my seat companion suddenly stands up to blow his load.   I slide off the couch and surprise him by taking his cock in my mouth just as the first cum shot explodes from it.  I get three big spurts and a dribble.  He stands rather dumbfounded, rigid and not moving.  Eventually he thanks me and covers up his secret undies before he leaves.

Taking the load of a man I barely find attractive seems to make my cock really hard.  I sit back down.  I linger for a moment, for the cum shots are happening on the screen now.  All wasted on her open mouth and tits.

The door opens.  A young man comes in.  African-American, not yet 30, and in good shape.  His olive drab tee has ARMY on it in block letters.  He sits where the man just left.  He unzips and takes out a slightly swollen cock.  As the new scene on screen gets underway, it grows to be a good 7+ inches.  He is looking at my bigger dick a lot.  I wait to see if he will reach for it.

I can see him decide, then hesitate—and then he does, his fingers just grazing my shaft.  I nod.  And he closes his hand around it, barely stroking it.  I reach for his.  It’s very warm to the touch.  But soon it is in my left hand.  We stroke each other for bit.  Sometimes doing it in tandem, sometimes one or the other.

I want him in my mouth.  Finally, I lean over to take him.  He pulls away.  I go back to stroking it.  He pulls his tee up and plays with his nipples.  His hand cups my head and brings it to his chest to lick there.  I suck and nip at the nipple closest to me.  His hand has replaced mine on his cock.  I work on getting the wiry hair around the nip very wet.  He sighs.

“Let me lick your balls,” I whisper.  “Perfectly safe.”

He nods.  I go to the floor.  He opens his jeans and pulls them down to his knees.  He’s free balling, which for some reason surprises me.  A warm day’s worth of sweat makes his nuts just slightly ripe.  They are big and swollen.  The more I lick, the more he jacks.  I go from orb to orb.  I go a little below them, but not all the way to his hole.  I love how the wet balls cover my face as I lick his perineum.   

I take one and then the other fully into my mouth.  He isn’t as crazy about that.  He lets me—but only begins jerking again as I go back to licking the rough sac and leaving them slimy with my spit.

His breathing changes.  His hand moves faster.  I burrow in between his balls.  They are moving with the rhythm of his hand.  They contract—and fire a load all over his ebony thigh.  Without thinking, I lick up the load.  And he seems pleased.  He even takes the last drop off his dick with his index finger and feeds it to me.

He pats my head and is gone, doing up his pants as he opens the door.

*

I stroke awhile.  Reliving what I just did. 

Then I go check out the gay side.  Two people are inside.  A cute young white guy in his 20’s—an otter if his beard and the hair coming out of the neck of his white A-shirt is anything to go by—and his petite Asian girlfriend.  I sit.  She looks at me and then to the young man.  It is then I see he has a light blue sleep mask covering his eyes.  I stand up and go closer.  There is masking tape on the mask.  On that is scrawled “I want to suck cock.”

I unbutton and my fully hard dick flops out.  “Is this what he wants?”  I ask the girl.

She nods....

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