I had only been in the adult bookstore once. A crazy friend wanted to show it to me so we went in one night and looked at books, toys and then peeked at a few videos. I was nervous and embarrassed but also intrigued and not just a little titillated. We had left, him making crude jokes about it and me … well, it was hard to get it off my mind. I had always been very sexual and this place was very
It stayed on my mind for a few weeks, playing into my masturbation fantasies, until I finally decided I had
to go back. It took a while to get up the nerve but one night, all alone, I slipped in the back door.
Now the books and magazine had been interesting but the videos were what caught my eye. After walking around looking at things long enough to try to make it less obvious why I was really here, I mustered my courage and went into the next room. It was two corridors lined on both sides with doors, each leading into a booth. On the doors were posters advertising the videos you could see within. I began walking slowly along reading the posters, trying to find the one I would watch. I saw other men doing the same. They were also eyeing me but if I looked at them their gaze would quickly go back to one of the posters.
I found a video that looked pretty hot and nervously opened the door and stepped inside. I wasn’t planning on doing anything but watch and I was terrified that the other men there might think I was inside jerking off, so I left the door slightly ajar.
I put some quarters in the slot and the video came to life. No sooner had it started I heard the door open and saw an older man standing in it.
“Would you mind if I shared your booth?” he asked. I was a little startled, thinking his request was pretty forward but I didn’t see the harm in it.
“No, that’s fine. Come in,” I responded. He stepped into the booth and locked the door behind him. I turned to watch the video when he spoke again.
“Would you like a blowjob?”
“Okay,” I said, very surprised. My friend and I had sucked each other a little but had never come. The idea got me hard, and quickly. By the time he’d unfastened my jeans my cock was ready and launched itself out of my underwear. He leaned down and started to suck, slowly letting the head push through his lips and deep into his mouth.
I watched the movie and his head bob up and down on my shaft. It felt wonderful but my mind just wasn’t with it. I found myself thinking instead of the older man who had seduced me a few months before, thinking of the feel of his cock in my mouth and how his cum had tasted. I couldn’t resist any longer.
“Why don’t you let me do you?” I asked. He looked up, surprised by my suggestion.
“Sure!” he said and we quickly switched places. He had a small cock and I easily devoured the whole of it. Now this was better, I thought. I relished this sweet little prick in my mouth. I sucked and licked and tongued until his body stiffened and I again tasted that sweet salty man-cream. He didn’t cum much and I wondered if he’d already squirted his load. Still, it left that unmistakable taste.
After he came he seemed in a hurry to leave. We closed up our pants and he left. I finished watching the rest of the video and then did the same while thinking about what had just happened. So the open door was a sign, an invitation. I picked another booth and went inside, again with the door open. A man in the corridor had seen me leave the first booth and when I stepped into the second and left the door open, he quickly followed me inside. Without saying a word he turned and locked the door while I fumbled for quarters.
“You wanna blowjob?” he asked very directly.
“No, thanks,” I replied. “How ‘bout I do you?”
“Really? Sure!” Surprised, almost elated, he quickly undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Even still less than fully hard it was beautiful. I pushed away his trousers and underwear and took it lovingly in hand. As I massaged it grew harder and longer until a lovely seven inch cock presented itself to me.
I lowered my mouth over the head and he moaned softly. Slowly I let him penetrate further and further until my nose was in his pubic hair. His strong man scent made his cock taste even better. I moved up and down on his stiff prick, licking the head and sucking as it nearly left my mouth. I sucked and tongued and went faster and deeper.
He rested his hands on my head, gently guiding a first but more insistent as he grew closer. Suddenly his knees went weak and a hot flood shot into my mouth. Not just a trickle like the first guy but forceful jets filling my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed still more. Now that
was more like it.
His cock finally stopped spasming and he pulled away, letting it slip from my mouth. Standing shakily in front of me and still out of breath, he pulled on his pants again and tucked everything away.
“Thank you,” he said. Without another word, he opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. I felt proud that I had given him such pleasure, powerful at making him so weak with just my mouth. I enjoyed the aftertaste of his cum still in my mouth and his lingering scent in my nostrils.
I could get used to this, I thought and once again stepped out of the booth and into sets of watching eyes. I walked down the hall pondering the night’s events. I had slipped in through the back door, nervous and apprehensive. I wasn’t nervous anymore.
I stopped next to a booth to read the poster on the door. I could see in my peripheral vision another man standing close by and watching. I thought for a moment and then stepped inside with him right behind. Without even starting the movie his hand was on my crotch rubbing me. When I followed his lead he began to undo my jeans. Again I followed his lead, kind of wondering where this was leading. We stood facing each other fondling and stroking one another’s cock until finally he spoke.
“Why don’t you put it in your mouth?” he suggested. Why don’t I? I bent over and swallowed his eight inches whole. My mouth was a little sore from opening so wide for the last guy and now it had to open even wider. As I devoured his cock I thought that if this was going to be the last blowjob I gave tonight I wanted it to be the best. I tried to tickle and tease, suckle and tongue the best ways I knew and he liked it.
“Sit down on the chair,“ he said. When I sat down in front of him the angle between us changed. I felt his large mushroom head glide across the roof of my mouth the next time he went into me. I thought about the way my cock feels against the walls of my girlfriend’s pussy and thought this must feel almost the same. I liked the thought of his big head, his swollen sensitive head, on fire with the sensation of my mouth.
“I’m gonna cum pretty soon,” he said in a quiet breathless pant. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth?”
I moaned a long and stifled ‘Mmmmm hmmm’ and took him as deep as I could. He put his hands on my shoulders and leaned back against the wall. I sucked him deep, deep into my mouth and then back up to suck the head, then again.
Over and over I let his shaft travel across the roof of my mouth until it nearly touched the back of my throat. His fingers began to tighten and his body started to stiffen. I was ready, no anxious to swallow everything he could shoot into me. His cock stiffened and then exploded with a river of cum. My mouth filled so fast I could barely swallow.
When I stopped moving to swallow the hot cream starting to spill out, he pushed his cock in and fucked my face while he held onto the back of my head. I swallowed as much as I could but he continued to shoot one jet of cum after another and rammed his cock into my mouth.
Finally sated, he released his hold on my head and leaned back, panting. I continued to gently suck out the last dribbles of cum while milking his shaft with my hand. I wanted every drop. I wanted his balls to be dry for days! After I was finally satisfied his limp prick dropped from my mouth. He put it back in his pants and I stood up and did the same.
“I really needed that,” he said as he turned to leave.
“I did too,” I smiled. “Thank you.”
He left the booth and I walked out to the other part of the store to leave. Passing the front counter, the clerk looked up and then cleared his throat. I looked over at him, a little embarrassed now at the attention. He pointed to his chin and tapped his finger lightly as if to point and then I realized why. I quickly wiped the traces of cum from my chin. He smiled and then winked. I walked out the door of the bookstore flush from embarrassment, but smiling.
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