I hesitated, then turned into the lot. The two neon window signs flickered “Adult” and “Open.” There was only a single pickup truck in front of the steps leading up into the one story house. I checked my watch: 7:30 pm. Surely there should be more business on a Friday night. Maybe the rain was a factor.

I thought about turning around, chickening out. I listened to the tires of my Maverick crunch to a stop on the gravel. Just as I prepared to make a U-turn, I spied it. On the right side of the house, a barely visible sign proclaimed, “More parking in the rear.”

I inched around the side of the house, dodging water-filled potholes. I was surprised to find at least a dozen cars and trucks parked in a secluded lot.

I figured it out immediately. No patron wanted his vehicle to be seen from the road. Adding to the privacy, only a single mercury light cast its feeble orange glow over the entire lot.

I parked and hurried around the building.

I met resistance as I tried to turn the wet doorknob, negating my plan to quickly duck in before being seen by a passerby. Then I saw the magic-marker-drawn arrow pointing downward toward an illuminated doorbell button. I pressed once and was rewarded by a buzz and click of the door’s lock.

The ABS was pretty much what I expected.

I looked around the perhaps 15’ x 20’ room as my eyes accommodated to the fluorescent lighting. A single patron roamed an aisle to the right. He was holding a large plastic-wrapped black dildo: veined, with attached avocado-sized balls and an overall length of at least twelve inches.

He looked my way and licked his lips.

“Don’t pay any attention to him. He’s one of our resident pervs; but I hear he gives great head. Not that I would know!”

The voice came from behind the counter to my left. “First time in, Sweety?” the trans queried.

I just nodded, giving her the once-over. She had a platinum blond Marilyn Monroe wig, bright red lipstick and a push-up bra that elevated her tits like Casaba melons.

“Arcade is behind the curtain, tokens, five-dollar minimum. Theater is through that door and down the steps. Ten dollars for 24 hours, come and go as many times as you want. Purell dispensers and paper towels in both spots. We’ve got five brands of lube and tonight Rough Rider studded condoms are on sale, BOGO.”

I paused, then answered, “I’ll try the theater.” I handed her a ten.

“Good choice. Here’s an armband. I’ll buzz you in. Watch your step. It's dark. Have fun and play safe.”

I opened the door and was assaulted by overly moist air and that nasty aroma that even the strongest strawberry-scented disinfectant couldn’t mask: chlorine, sweat, shiitake mushrooms and cum.

I made my way down the stairs, taking care to avoid grasping what I assumed was a sticky handrail. At the bottom was a hall to the right and the open theater to the left. It was a “theater” in name only.

On the concrete slab floor were perhaps a dozen chairs scattered around the perimeter. They faced the far right wall where a six-foot by eight-foot screen displayed a scene of two Black males and a skanky-looking redhead chick in the doggy position. One multitasking guy was butt-fucking the ginger and simultaneously sucking the cock of his buddy, who was straddling the torso of the skank.

“Huh,” I thought; pretty athletic.

When my eyes fully accommodated, I could see that eight or so chairs were occupied by guys, most with their cocks out and many leering at me. I noted a large window immediately to my left and an adjacent door, cracked open.

I had a raging boner in my cargo shorts that needed release, but I was hesitant to just sit down and jerk it while the pervs watched. As a result, I opted for the cracked-open door and what I figured was a semi-private room.

I pushed open the door and started to enter the cramped viewing room. The open door allowed me to get the lay of the land. There were three occupied chairs on the far wall. One occupied chair to the right, just beyond the swing of the door and two to the left. I guessed it would be SRO on the left between the seated guy and the forward wall.

I shut the door partially, excused myself and proceeded to the corner of the windowed wall. Within seconds I felt a hand slide up my left thigh and under the seam of my shorts. A second hand found my ass and rotated me so that I was standing squarely in front of the seated guy immediately to my left. Without much thought, I unsnapped my shorts and lowered the zipper to give my new best friend full access to my erect cock and full balls. I let my shorts drop to mid-thigh, my legs parted to keep my pants off the likely cum-covered floor.

Unfettered, my anonymous buddy switched his hands to my cock, fisting it like a Louisville Slugger. I heard him utter, “Nice” as the head slipped into his warm mouth.

I couldn't help but answer with, “Oh, yeah. That's it. Suck that cock.”

Our exclamations must have been the call of the wild, as within only a minute or two, I felt a guy dry-humping my bare ass. I heard him ask, “Anybody got a rubber?”

“Here go. I’ve got a couple sleeves. I’m next in line.”

A third voice: “Gimme one. I’ll join the train.”

A fourth: “Hell yes!”

My humper placed his left hand on my shoulder and his right around my face. “Suck on my fingers. Better get ‘em nice and wet. If you get my drift.”

I tried to squirm away, but he buried his left hand fingers into my trap. My cock sucker shifted one hand around the base of my scrotum, locking my pelvis against his face.

I was effectively immobilized.

I decided to go with the flow. I sucked my humper’s thick, blue-collar index and social fingers between my lips and over my tongue, adding as much saliva to them as possible.

He whispered in my right ear, “No biting, you’re gonna love this.” And with that, he pulled his digits out of my mouth.

I knew what was coming and tried to relax. After all, I still had a guy sucking on my cock.

I felt slimy fingers slide down my crack, ultimately touching my pucker. Bugger #1 (as I later came think of him) was surprisingly gentle as he slowly pushed in a first finger, sliding it in and out in a fucking fashion. It was only when he added his second finger that I began to panic. I tensed.

“Relax, Baby. Gotta get that boy pussy ready for Mr. Johnson and all these fellows. You’re gonna love it.”

Truth be told; as the initial discomfort abated, the stretching sensation started to become almost pleasurable to the point I looked forward to what was yet to come.

Bugger#1 abruptly extracted his fingers from my ass and didn't waste any time. “Gimme that raincoat.”

I know it's weird, but I had almost a yearning feeling as he stopped finger-fucking my up until that time virgin ass. Was I more versatile than I had thought?

“Thanks, Buddy. I’ll try not to wear him out,” as presumably #1 pulled on his rubber.

My first lover began rubbing his covered cockhead up and down my crack and around my anus. It felt good, really good. So much so, that I reached around my right hip and placed my hand over his and directed his prick into my welcoming boy pussy.

Getting the swollen glans past my sphincter was a little bit of a challenge, but I rotated my pelvis like a pole dancer and pushed backwards. All this was within the limits of a guy sucking my cock and constricting my ballsack.

I’m pretty sure #1 knew he had traversed my sphincter and was now in the honey hole; but I made sure. “Oh, yeah. That feels so good. Fuck me. Give me all your meat.”

And he did.

Bugger #1 turned out to be a pretty good lover, certainly the best of the four who would use me that night. He let up his death grip on my left trap and placed his right hand on my shoulder in a symmetrical fashion. He slid in and out slowly, almost the full length of what I’d guess was an eight-inch fuck-stick. Every couple of plunges, he’d swivel his hips.

I enjoyed his technique and I enjoyed his verbalizations. “Yes, baby. You feel so good. Tighten your boy pussy on your daddy’s cock. That’s it. That’s it.”

After the second “That's it,” he shifted his hands down to my pelvis and picked up the pace. I could both feel and hear his balls slapping my taint. He was giving my ass a real pounding. I couldn't help but wonder how the guy sucking my cock was doing. Surely, his face was taking a pounding, also.

Then #1 stopped. I knew he was holding his breath. A count of one, two, three and on four he violently bucked forward, jerking my ass back against his belly. “Argh. Fuck. I’m cumming!”

And then it was over.

#1 pulled out, slapped me on the ass and uttered, “Thanks. He’s all yours, boys.” He zipped up and was out the door in less than fifteen seconds.

I really didn't have much of a chance to recover. Before I could relieve the crick in my back and stand fully upright, I felt the beer belly of Bugger #2 on my back and his hands fumbling to spread my cheeks. I sensed he was a poor marksman and much as with #1, I directed his cockhead into my anus. It slipped in with little fanfare, as his prick was of normal girth; plus I was nicely prepared by #1’s larger salami.

Bugger #2 was all business and perhaps late for dinner. Much as with #1, he grabbed my pelvis with both hands; but there was none of the comfortable sliding in and out like that song lyric, "Mama's got a squeeze box.” Instead, he proceeded to hump me like a chihuahua on his master’s leg.

Don’t get me wrong. It felt good in a reckless abandon kind of way. In fact, I could feel that all-too-familiar sensation of an impending gusher in my taint.

Humper #2 was repeatedly plunging against my overly stimulated prostate. Just as he growled in my right ear, “I’m cumming, Baby,” I exploded into my cocksucker's Hoover-like mouth.

#2 pulled out simultaneously with my front-sided buddy releasing my ballsack. Both were welcomed.

I shifted my hands from my knees to my hips and started to rise. My back was starting to scream. Relief was not to be.

Bugger #3 elbowed into position behind me. “What’s the rush,” I heard from #2.

“Sorry, Buddy. I just want to join the fun.”

I had nearly forgotten the guy who had been servicing my member. Before #3 could couple with my ass, my cock sucker squeezed the last drop of cum out of my dick like he was getting that last pea of toothpaste out of the tube. “Thanks for the load. Gotta head home. Don’t do anything I wouldn't do.”

I didn’t even get to thank him for the great blow job, before #3 mounted me.

Humper #3 was clearly a BBC. As he was shoving into my ass what felt like a giant zucchini, he uttered, “You white boys are all the same. Gotta get you some chocolate before you head home to the little missus. Bend over and brace yourself against that wall. I’m gonna fuck that ass back to the Stone Age.”

And he did.

#3 must have been a big fellow. Getting beyond his massive cock, he leaned all the way across my back, placing his maws of hands over mine on the wall. His lips were against my right ear. “Say you love it, boy. Beg for more.”

I couldn't help it. I felt like Evander Holyfield with Mike Tyson’s wet lips against my ear. “Yes, I love your cock, your big black cock. Fuck my white ass. Breed me. Pound my ass.”

I wanted more, and he gave me more.

After what seemed like hours of abuse, my top growled into my ear, “I’m close. Grind that fine ass against your daddy’s cock. That's it. Oh, yeah. I’m cumming. Hump my cock. Fuck your daddy.”

He slammed me against the wall, and after two or three minutes, slowly pulled what felt like ten inches of love stick out of my gaping hole.

“I’ll be here Tuesday.”

The door opened and closed.

#4 lamely apologized, “Sorry, buddy. I just jerked off watching you two. Good luck. I’m heading home.”

I collected my wits and then pulled my filthy shorts up from around my ankles. I walked into the main theater, all eyes on the guy who had just bottomed for three or four horny guys. I turned the corner; then proceeded up the stairs. The T-girl welcomed me back.

“Restroom’s that way,” she gestured. When I looked quizzically, she laughed and pointed to a CCTV monitor displaying clearly the room where I had just pulled a train.