Near Home—May, 2021

It took me a couple of days to recover from the orgy.  But by day three I was horny.  I didn’t feel like hosting—so of course I went to the bookstore nearest to me…

The crowd is sparse.  I find some warm up head in the gay cinema.  He is decent with his mouth, if not inspired.  The movie I am viewing is not good.  The guys in the film are way too young and tentative—and all look alike.

Finally we take a break.  There is no way he is going to get me off.  And my sucker certainly wants no reciprocation.  He goes back to the arcade.  I go to the straight cinema. 

I am alone in the place.  (It is a Monday night after all.)  The video here is better.  It is seemingly all anal and rough.  The oral is almost forced and makes the young women choke and pull up huge strands of deep throat spittle—which she sticks up her ass.  My dick is now harder.

The door opens.  A regular comes in and goes down front.  I know that he wants to do nothing but view the movie.  He watches the video for a moment.  I hear him unzip and spit into his hand.

We jerk to the movie.  Our fists make different, slippery noises as we stroke.

The door opens again.  A man comes in—and I am surprised when he sits next to me.  I look over and grin.  It is the good looking man with who I played (and kissed) in the entry ‘The Bookstore:  Hot, but Sweet.’   His mocha colored hand looks amazingly hot, as it grasps my overly hard, very white cock.  He takes off his mask and grins at me.  He slips to his knees in front of me.

“So big…” he murmurs, before taking me deep into his mouth.  He works the head, sucking loudly—or at least it sounds like it is in the all but empty room.  He comes up for air—then slowly sinks down on my cock—taking it all but the last inch or so.  He deep throats me three or four times in a row. 

Then we kiss.  Slow and deep.  When he pulls out of it, he unzips and takes out his cock.  He stands in front of me and feeds me his big dick.  I lean forward, but hate the angle.  Soon I am on my knees, slurping loudly, taking all of him into my throat. 

He wants to sit.  I pull his slacks and underwear down first.  This lets me go for his balls once he’s seated.  They have a lovely days-worth-of-work musk to them.  Once I have gotten them good and wet, I pull them up and lick his perineum.  Here the tight curls of black hair hold every drop of my saliva, as I inch ever closer to his asshole.  I tease it with one swipe of my tongue and go back to his balls.

“Please eat my ass.  I’d let you fuck me, well…if I’d known you were going to be here.”

I pull at his legs.  He scrunches down in the seat.  His legs are on my shoulders.  My tongue hits his hole.  He groans.  Loud.  I eat him out—using a lot of spit, as if I was going to push my dick into him.  Finally his legs get heavy.

“Stand up and bend over,” I tell him.  I get out of the way—and he does just what I ask, holding on to the back of the chair in front of us.  I slide into position.  My tongue can go so much deeper now.  I eat him out—coating the large amount of hair surrounding his hole.

Finally he stands, pulls me up and kisses me.  Then he sinks to his knees to suck me again.  He is jerking himself this time.  It seems to make him work harder at getting my load…

*

We play back and forth for a long time.

I tell him about the playroom and how I would love to have him in the sling to really work on his hole.  He even takes my number so we can arrange it. And after jerking each other languidly as we continue watching the hot movie, he goes back to sucking me.

When it’s my turn, I ask to eat his hole again.  This time I add my hand jerking him as my tongue reams into him.  It’s too much.  He fires the first spurt on the floor.  The rest into my mouth as I twist to get under him.

He apologizes for shooting…but then he looks at his phone—and we’ve been sucking and licking each other for over an hour.  He sends me a text in my presence, so I know he has my number.

I don’t get off.  There is no one else around.

We chat by text a little, once I’m home.

And I’ve never heard from him again.

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