Near Home—December, 2023

At the top of the month, I’d heard from Zane, the scent pig (and co-host of the huge house party in Chicago.)  He was headed home to see his parents before the holidays.  “Could I spend the night at your house?” he asked.

Of course, I said yes.

As the date neared, I got to thinking more and more about what we both loved…cum in his hole.  I had not jerked off for a long time, so I had no extra loads in the freezer.  The day before he was due to arrive, I went to see if I could find some loads for him at the bookstore…

It’s Friday afternoon.  I expect the parking lot to be full.  And it has a few cars in it.  But as I lock mine up, I notice the men are in their cars—not inside watching or having sex.  I go in.  As always, I start on the straight side.  There is one very old man there in the cocksucker’s seat.  Asleep.

I go next door.

I am alone.  I sit and pull out my cock.  And stroke.

In moments, I hear the door open.  In walks the construction worker who like his balls squeezed.  He grins at me and sits down, opening his fly and then unbuttoning the waistband.  He pulls the pants down so they around his knees.  He sits, bare-assed, on the chair.

I slide to the floor and get to work. 

I suck. 

I twist. 

I crush his big balls.

Once again, as my mouth moves to his over-sized hairy sack, he strokes himself.  I lick his balls and down to his perineum.  I’d tongue his hole if he’s let me.  Something about this guy makes me want to do nasty things to him.

Today, he’s in a hurry to get back to work.  He is ready to cum much faster—but then again, I started right in abusing those balls this time.  He groans and mutters “I’m gonna shoot…”

I take him into my mouth and milk the cum out of him.  His load is huge.  I have trouble not swallowing it.  I lick him clean as I did last time.  The moment he turns away to zip up, I drool his load into a Magnum I have unrolled and hidden in my shirt pocket.

*

No one else is here.  Until the old man, the one I saw asleep, walks in with a young woman.  They sit down, here in the gay cinema.  She looks like he picked her up off the streets, and is really rough around the edges.  When did he have time to find her?  Was it a pre-arranged meeting??

They watch the movie.  I go next door.

And the men are coming in from the parking lot.  How do they know?  I really have no clue.  They check the straight side for her, and then move to the gay theatre.  I go back.  Fascinated.  She is now giving the old man a hand job while he has his hand under her short skirt.  Other men try to move in, but he rebuffs them all.

I go back next door.  The Voyeur is there.  (Does he come every day??)  We settle down to watch the porn.  When he’s horned enough, he lets me suck him.   He never fully cums, but there is so much precum in my mouth, I keep drooling it into the condom.  Of course, he wants to know what I’m doing.  I tell him.  He is equal parts repulsed and turned on by the idea.

I tell him about the scene next door.  He goes to look.

I stroke, alone.

A handsome, just post-college aged, guy comes in.  He leans against the wall.  I am pretty sure he wants my cock.  Just as it looks like he is about to ask, the door opens and he bolts.  The new guy who scared him away, looks at me briefly and walks out.

I stroke a little.  No one else arrives.

I go next door.  I can’t believe my eyes.  The handsome guy is getting blown by the rough-looking young woman.  The old man is watching and masturbating as he observes the sex happening inches from him.  The other men, ringing the room, are doing the same.

I have what I wanted—some extra cum for Zane’s hole.  I decide to cut my losses and leave.

I look once more at the Fellini-esque scene.  I will never cease to be amazed at men and what they will do for sex…

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Finding Cum for the Freezer   December 23, 2023