Near Home—September, 2023

September had been a very good month for my sex life.  I had had all sorts of variety at the bookstore, the wet session with GaryM and other varied one on one sessions in my playroom.  On the last day of the month, just a couple of days after the last trip, I hurried back to the bookstore for more…

I park.  A man gets out of the car next to me.  He is young, Black and hot as fuck.  His tall and lanky frame has disappeared into the store before I can get out of the car.  He is nowhere to be seen as I pay my admission.  I go into the straight theatre.  He is the back row talking to a woman.  I sit to the side and look again through the dim light.  No, he’s talking to the Latino who’s lately taken to crossdressing—and he is in full regalia tonight:  Wig, crop trop, cheerleader skirt. He hands the gorgeous guy something.

The guy unzips.  He pulls out a cock that is Keshawn’s size.  He rolls the condom on it as the Latino bends, lubing his ass with a jar of something.  Then he adds some more.  The gorgeous guy inserts.  Roughly.  Making the Latino yelp.  He fucks into him three times.  And pulls out, taking the now full condom off his deflating dick.

Three strokes—really. And nary a grunt as he shot.

Both men leave.  I move to the cocksucker’s seat (which they had stood in front of) and sit.  I stroke, all by myself for a very long time.

A man around my age comes in.  He stands next to me.  He is mid-height, white, and slightly scruffy looking.  He pulls out a six incher with a pronounced upwards curve.  He strokes as we both watch the video.  And each other.

“You suck?”

“Sure.”

“Would you suck me?”

“Sure.”

But he makes no move to give it to me.  He just strokes.

A little later: “You like dick in your mouth?”

“Yes.”

“You wanna suck my cock?”

“If that’s what you want…”

And once again he goes back to stroking.

Still later: “Cocksucker?”

“Seemingly not tonight, I’m not.”

He turns and really looks at me.  And shoves his cock in my mouth.  It erupts.  He instantly goes super sensitive and can’t be cleaned up by tongue.  He wraps his cock in at least three tissues before stuffing it into a pair of once white undershorts, zips up and is gone.

The Latino comes back, all feminine gear gone.  He stands next to me.

“That was quite a cock you took,” I say.

“It hurt.  Bad.”

I guess it was good thing it was the shortest fuck I have ever witnessed. 

“But it made me horny,” he contines.  He digs his uncut cock out of his fly.  “You want?”

I shrug and take him.  He is horny.  It’s another all but instant ejaculation.

“Now I can get home,” he sighs.  And does.

I stroke.  Wondering why I came back tonight.

The Spitter arrives.  He sits next to me.  He sucks me for a good 15 minutes.  I am treated to some good head and a veritable lake of spittle between my boots. 

While I was being sucked, a hot white man, new to me, leans against the wall and watches.  He is totally bald, likely around 50 and in good shape.  He pulls out a generous dick and strokes it.  I nod to him, hoping I can suck it as The Spitter works on me. 

He comes closer.  As The Spitter gets to his feet, the Bald man takes off.

I stay and stroke my now very wet dick.

Bald man returns.  He strokes.  I wonder if he will give in and let me suck it.  We stroke.  He inches over.  And once again he flees, this time as the door opens for a straight regular.

I stroke.

Bald man is back.  He is just as close.  He turns away from me and pulls the waistband of his pants down, revealing the top of a beautiful hairy butt. 

Well, fuck!  I can’t believe my luck.  I stand up—and he is out the door.  I do up my pants and think he’s in the preview booths for he wants privacy.  Nope.  I go into the gay cinema.  Empty.  I head to the restroom as it is at the door to the arcade, in case he went in there.

I wait.  But he’s gone.

I sigh.

I give up and go home…

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: You Just Never Know... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   October 20, 2023