Adult Encounter, oral, anal, M/M
Author's Note:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between a consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
Copyright 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved.
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A Texan in Boston
By
Wolf
When I was a 22-year-old, fresh out of college in Texas, I accepted a commission as an officer in the Air Force. My first duty station was near Boston of all places, considering all of the Air Force based in Texas.
I was probably in my best shape at 5" 10" and 160 pounds, muscular and having played several sports. I seemed to always have a hard cock. I still enjoyed a stiff cock down my throat.
I had a fairly active sex life growing up in Texas, but I was being stationed in a strange place where the locals had a different accent and colloquialism that I hardly understood what they were saying. There no local restaurants that served Texas-style barbeque, (Texas barbeque is really grilling over an open flame). I hated the cold winters with wet snow. I had to live temporarily in a hotel on peridium bases, but t was just a room.
I would shop in the commissary for stuff that could be cooked in a small microwave. I mostly found food items foreign to me. Except for one item that captured my interest. It was a very long pepperoni maybe 14-inches long and at one and a half diameter. I passed it up at first but I went back and found the price reasonable, so I picked it up, it was in a tight plastic cover, and while my mind went back to that other place. I grabbed one and purchased it
I had only been relieving my hand for the last three months. I had only been going to work and coming straight back to the hotel to heat up a TV dinner. When I got home with the pepperoni sausage, something came over me.
I stripped off my uniform and took the sausage in my hand I knelt on the floor like a slut and reached back to shove that plastic-encased sausage (phallic substitute) in and out of my mouth. I became instantly hard and my cock was jerking up and down. As I sat back on my heels, I stroked the sausage and my asshole tingles. I used mt free hand to feel my ass. I eventually started scooting my ass across the carpet like a dog does when it has worms.
I went into a demented state and something in me snapped as my mind raced and my fingers crept closer to my tight young asshole. I was desperate for release. Looking around the room I saw some small bottles of lotion supplied by the hotel. I selected one and opened it. The fragrant smell was floral and the liquid felt like cum. I knew it would taste bad. I was just so fucking horny. I leaned back and rubbed some on my throbbing cock and masturbated while squeezing my ass cheeks against the cheap rough carpet.
I got three more of the small bottles and sat back down with the 14-inch pepperoni beside me. I applied some lotion to my finger and rubbed my asshole, which caused me to gasp ad I rubbed harder. The lotion quickly was absorbed by my skin. I applied more lotion to my finger and resumed touching my asshole. One finger entered my asshole. It felt good and I was panting as I shoved my finger deeper. The excess lotion was getting the carpet wet. I used the other hand to try and catch the excess lotion. I was kneeling with my face on the musty caret as I worked a finger of both hands deep into my tight asshole. The feeling was exquisite as I leaned there keeping both fingers embedded in mt ass and slowly stroking in and out. I had so much lotion on my hand I let another finger snake in until I had 3 solid digits pushing and stretching my asshole frantically.
My cock was demanding some attention. I knew I would have to free at least one hand to administer to the needs of my cock. As if the pepperoni stick talked to me, I removed one hand to grab it and study it. The sausage was encased tightly in smooth plastic.
I ran my slimy hands up and down all fucking 14 inches of the sausage, as my mind went wild with perverted thought considering the consequences of what I was thinking of doing and the embarrassment if I hurt myself and had to go to the medical unit for treatment and have to try to explain what and how it happened.
I knelt again on this disgusting harsh carpet getting rug burns on my knees and placed the pepperoni against my ass. It squirted out of my hands and across the room. In some desperate rage I got it back thinking quickly I just held it and sat down letting my body sink lower and lower until my butt was almost on the carpet. It felt amazing, and as I lifted my butt up a little the sausage started to slide out. I simply sat back on the carpet forcing all of my new edible toy up my once virgin ass.
My hands were free now so I grabbing my very slimy cock and started pumping furiously as I bucked my hips up and down on the pepperoni. I was moaning in bliss and two hours later I became aware that my belly was crusted with drying cum.
When I relaxed, I had a satisfied feeling and a strong desire to shit. A smile crossed my face as I rolled over and reached back to feel for the end of the sausage. It was buried deep in my ass, but when I rolled over the sausage started sliding out of my ass. As soon as I could get a grip on the base, I slowly pulled it out.
I was exhausted as I washed off the plastic coat of my new sex toy and my hands. I used the warm washcloth to clean my ass. I feared there would be blood at the very least, or at the worst maybe I had disemboweled myself. It was a relief to find nothing but a thick slime that looked like it had been whipped into a froth for a desert-topping. I had to crawl to the bed on my knees.
I awoke in the morning with a start thinking I had forgotten to set the alarm for work before I realized that it was Saturday.
Everyone was warned upon entrance to the base about something called the "Combat Zone" that was somewhere in the heart of Boston. It was posted "Off Limits" because it was a rough area back in the late 70s with little to no police presence and a reputation of lawlessness that included gambling, drugs, and illicit sex of all descriptions.
Since arriving in Boston, I had been reduced to masturbation while looking at Playboys magazines. Curiosity finally overcame common sense and I heard or read that some places had porn videos stills, somewhat new for the times. The idea triggered a desire for something different. I needed some excitement or something different.
On Saturday morning I wanted to see what this place was about. It was 0700 military time when I left the base and the traffic was almost nonexistent in the morning. I figured it had to be safe and Boston being what it was there would at least be parking. So here I was driving slowly around an area that did indeed looked rough not really sure what I wanted. Was it strip bars, which were everywhere possible bookstores or one of the advertised porno video booths?
As I approached a video store there was an empty parking place almost in front and there were lights on inside. (Anything of that sort back in Texas would be closed and shut solid t that rime of morning). The store was surrounded by any number of other business liquor store one side, a cheap hotel on the other side and a string of other bookstores with video booths. Of course, I was drawn to the one with the appearance of being open. It was close to my car. When I entered, I walked past the counter with the clerk and saw the rows of video booths in the back, so I could close the door to the booth and beat-off in privacy.
There was a young guy behind the counter set up with a glass display shelves full of a variety of sex toys and lubricates. Behind the counter were a variety of inflatable and rubber sex dolls. I studied them as if I had seen all of them before. As I walked towards the back, I studied the magazines on display on the wall racks. There were also shelves and racks holding virtually hundreds of VHS videos. They were in colorful boxes with pictures of females and males in all of their naked glory. There was so much on display it was sensory overload.
Trying to be cool I casually started pursuing the magazines that also sort of hid me from the other displays. I eventually got to the section I was interested in. The magazines of naked guys with enormous cocks leaping off the covers. Everything was wrapped in plastic, so you had to buy the magazine to see inside the cover illustrations.
I had limited funds and settled on just looking at the covers. When I got to the back there was a hallway going deeper into the building with a sign proclaiming "VIDEO BOOTHS" above the entrance.
When I looked in the room, I glanced around noticing that their no one in the place. I started to enter and the cashier yelled, "There is a $5-dolar minimum to enter the video room. I sheepishly returned to the front and fished out a five-dollar bill and paid the bored and disinterested clerk. He handed me a roll of quarters, as he returned to reading whatever he had been reading. I returned to the back room. The room was painted black and the walls were covered with panels containing video covers. I quickly understood these were the videos available and each was labeled on the plexiglass There was a list on one side from 1 to 8 and on the other side was a list from 9 to 16. The problem was which one and where.
Walking down the left hall there was very little light because here were only little red bulbs above the doors of the booths and on each door had a gold type sticker with a number from to 8 and the other side was numbered from 9 to 16. Going back to the panels the right side got most of my attention.
I had dated girls in high school and college and had some experiences typical back in the 60s and 70s.
The panels in the left side were women, not girls, with humongous tits that I could not comprehend. Back to the panels on the right, there were three showing women kissing and three with guys sitting or standing next to each other holding really big cocks. Some of them with vividly pink and some very dark but all hard angry looking with obvious veins running everywhere like they were going to burst out of the plexiglass. The numbers were from 13 to 16 and those booths were on far-right, and almost hidden in the back. The light from the open entrance to the other part of the store didn't find its way to this corner. The only light in this area came from the four little red bulbs at the top of each door to each booth. It was a toss-up but 16 seemed safest as far back and hidden as possible.
The only light in the booth was above the coin slot. Closing the door and finding one of those cheap sliding latches. I slid it in and found a chair in the middle as I stumbled to the back. I realized that my throbbing cock had escaped the fly of my Hanes tidy whites and was rubbing against the fly of my coarse blue ducking of the five buttoned Levi's. The friction was agonizingly stimulating almost to the point of being painful.
Nervously I opened the top button and started with the second. I was in good shape back then, so I never used a belt and often pushed my jeans down low so girls could see my light hairs developing into what I now know was a treasure trail of very new soft downy hair from just below my belly button to the top of my hard cock. I had some hair on my balls but nothing like a bush really anywhere on my body. Maybe some armpit hair that was just as sparse.
I remembered quickly to get the role of quarters safely in my left hand, and finished the last two buttons on my Levi's releasing my horridly aching crotch, and let the jeans drop around my thighs finally leaving only the stretchy fabric of my underwear putting any pressure on my hard-young cock. Ripping off the paper I barely got a quarter from the thin paper without spilling all of it on the dark floor and shakenly tried to find them I put one in the obvious slot.
The fucking little room burst into light and I almost bolted with my jeans strangling my ankles having been completely forgotten by now with my left hand holding the loose quarters and now my right-hand holding and stroking my turgid cock with no conscious recollection of how I was now stripped to the thighs. The screen was very small but the video was extremely bright in vivid color showing three guys in great shape and huge cocks. One was hugely black and almost obscene in contrast with the white guys but you could see every detail of veins and hardness with a very large head that almost winked as the slit on the tip oozed thin film that was very shiny. The white guys were equally large and strangely marbled looking as they were so white to almost be translucent but all veiny with what looked like purple lines.
Suddenly the room went dark and the video shut off. I realized why I had had to get so many quarters and remembered the combat zone was just a rip off for anyone that came into the area. My cock remained throbbing as retrieved and put another quarter in and the video picked right back up with me staring at the white cocks noticing subtle differences where one was obviously straining as the other one had a circumcised slim head that was shiny as well. But the other white one seemed equally mottled by purple veins with a bigger head pretty much covered by foreskin.
A black hand wrapped around the beautiful cock and as the hand slid forward it also pulled back this other guy's foreskin revealing a huge head much bigger than I thought it would be and it was deep pink almost purple with a huge opening that was his piss slit and it was very wet almost leaking and maybe dripping shiny liquid. The action on the screen was inspiring me to emulate the action.
My right hand was going like crazy on my 6-inch cock and suddenly black again as I quickly fumbled for another quarter and now able to as quickly insert it. The video had changed a bit as a white mouth had a black cock in it and seemed to be endlessly stretching and sinking forward engulfing the huge shaft and then retreating a little to show wetness on the thick black shaft and then go back down until his face was right against a black stomach with obvious gulping motions of some sort. The scene just started to change when that video stopped.
I grabbed several quarters now hoping to see the rest and the video and see the other white guy behind the black slim body like he was slamming against the hard-black ass and then moving up to show the other white cock going in and out of his wide-open mouth.
I was mindless by now just feeding quarters completely forgetting where I was or any concept of consequences if someone suspected or somehow saw what I was doing. But I was safely in this dark corner of some seedy but very interesting blacked out cubicles. I had yet too actually cum so intensely involved in the video that I did not hear anything and now had only two quarters left.
The darkened room suddenly a light comes from my left down low and I suddenly realized there was a large hole like 9 inches wide and 12 high as I go into a panic that anyone could have been watching me and what I was watching. I was frozen solid with a raging hard- on and yet to be relieved when a hand came through the hole touching and then fondling not only my screaming rock-hard cock and cupping my balls. Damn, it felt good with gentle squeezes once again losing any rational thought.
My room was completely dark with the only real light coming through the hole as much as the arm and hand holding me would allow. It felt incredible as I had not been touched by anyone except myself for going on four months by now.
Another hand squirmed through the large hole and gently cupped my ass pulling me towards the hole. As my cock was pulled through the hole there was an unexpected warm wet on my straining cock and it was all over my balls as well. I jerked uncontrollably against the rough plywood hole. I trying to remain as quiet as possible. But the feeling that had me so excited about what was going on made it impossible to hold back and I just started pumping sperm into whatever this warm thing was. It felt like minutes but was probably seconds as I just jerked upon hearing a soft moan through the wall. My cock was getting very sensitive but the warm wet feeling just kept sucking maybe a little gentler as my cock started to soften but the nursing continued until the point of becoming painful.
With a gasp, I finally pulled away and fortunately the plastic chair was turned enough for me to awkwardly sit down. As I tried to comprehend what had just happened, a soft but deep voice asked, "Thank you for the cum and did you enjoy the blowjob?" Then a large soft cock came through the same hole.
The cock hung there limply in front of me. That same voice said, "You better put some more quarters in the machine before the cashier comes back to check on what is going on."
I looked down and there was a gap between the plywood and the floor and I saw the bottom of what looked pin striped dark pants and shiny maybe patent leather shoes with the left one having a scrape on the toe.
I reached out and took hold of the large soft cock. Even with it being soft it was a handful and caramel- brown with a large head and hint of foreskin around the base. I may have held it a little too firmly as I moved my hand back and forth ever so slightly as it started to become engorged with blood. As it hardened revealing more and more of the stiffening cock, the head just seemed to blossom and as it swelled the tip just opened up with a huge slit looking wet. The video shut off again at that point.
I frantically looked for another coin my left hand to feed the machine, while continuing to cling to the growing cock with my right hand. Having found the coin, I fumbled for the slot without looking. The cock was still swelling in my other hand.
This cock was really getting big and the head just seemed to swell and slit got deeper and bigger. I couldn't resist leaning cautiously forward and licking the pulsing head. Damn, that lick tasted so good, so I took the large head into my mouth. Suddenly the booth went black again.
This time when the screen went blank, I was out of quarters. My jeans and underwear were still around my ankles; and the huge cock was leaking in my mouth. I liked it and was excited beyond belief, my excitement was interrupted by a voice, "Put another coin in the machine."
I had to respond, "I'm out of quarters."
A role of quarters slipped next to the shaft of the cock and fell loudly on the floor. I grabbed the role and then had to take both hands away to tear the paper to get a coin. I had to interrupt sucking the cock to feed the machine.
I knew the textures and feel of cocks like it was yesterday, but this was mammoth with just the head hanging through a hole. I should not be but I was sucking hard.
I finally putt a coin in, and you could hear it going through the machine mechanism with no other sound in this dark hidden place. The voice mumbled put in three.
I did not know you could put in more than one coin at a time and had not paid much attention to anything but the video before. I was still kneeling with this large leaking caramel brownish cockhead in my mouth feeding quarters to the machine I had lost interests in the video.
I swear this cock was 10-inches long and was thick in my hands and the head just seemed to pulse. I would like to be able to tell everyone that I toking all of the 10-inches down my throat, but it was more like four due to its thickness forcing me to gag.
I returned my hands to the task masturbating both of us. There were an occasional moan and a sudden swell of his cock in my mouth and a push against the plywood wall. I had to back away while keeping as much as possible of the cock in my mouth. I shoved the plastic chair behind me, kneeling on my already sore knees I pushed my face hard against the wall to try to get just a little more of the cock in my mouth I wanted the feeling of the slimy cum in my mouth.
I pulled back gasping for air, while still grasping the cock. I studied the veins running all the way down the shaft of the caramel cock. I was sitting back on my heels watching the cock pulse. The piss slit was dripping clear pre-cum like a leaky faucet.
A ragged, deep voice said, "Go ahead boy and finish the job, you're doing just fine."
I went back to the task of sucking the cock and my knees were aching on the bare concrete. I opened my mouth wide as I could as the head slipped into maybe an inch or as I pulled, pushed. My small cock vibrated violently. I pulled back and took a deep breath I got down level with the cock to give my knees a rest. Then shoved my mouth forward finally managing to swallow a portion of the shaft if the cock. The massive thing started pumping back and forth. As I finally felt that silky feeling again, I heard moaning.
The deep gravelly voice said, "Yes baby, suck Daddy's big cock!"
I was inspired to release my hands from his cock and placed them on the plywood wall and shoved my mouth farther onto the shaft onto the cock. With each shove from the other side of this magical wall, my mouth got loser and my throat got wetter as the massive cock was pounding my throat early on a Saturday morning.
When I heard the groan and felt the shiver as the throbbing cock and the pulsing as rivers of delicious cum flooded my mouth. There was gasping and panting from both sides of the wall. I was swallowing the cum.
I eventually made it to my feet and was completely exhausted. I bent over to pull up my underwear and jeans. My clothes felt slimy and I realized that my own cock had sprayed cum all over my clothes. Additionally, the floor of the booth was sticky with cum from previous occupants. After I composed myself, I opened the cubical door, and there was a six-foot guy with a grin on his face standing in front of my booth.
He thanked me and asked me if I would like to get a cup of coffee next door.
I panicked because someone had seen my face in a place that was posted off-limits. I scurried past him and exited the building as quickly as possible. I hopped into my car and drove away. The wrong was wrong for an early afternoon I looked at the clock on the dash and it was 10:45 that wasn't right. I was confused it just couldn't be 10:45 am. I felt sure that I had only been in the store for only s little more than an hour. I scolded myself for what I had done, the ramifications of my actions for my future and the entire stupidity of everything.
I slapped my hand on my thigh as I drove and realized I was rock hard again already just recalling why I should be so upset with myself. I couldn't getaway from that area fast enough, as soon as I got back into my small but secure room noticing the alarm clock read 9:25 am.
I was naked in seconds on the floor with my pepperoni and four of the lotion bottles. I thought about the events of that morning. I didn't dwell on the danger I had put myself in. I was rubbing my cock, balls, and ass with lotion. I laid on my back and shoved the pepperoni stick up my ass as violently as I could. The events of the day were part of my sick fantasy although many parts were actual events that took place.
I was moaning as I let my pepperoni slide in not remembering I had held it and massaged it with lotion coated hands. I was frantic with lust and slammed the stick hard in and out. I wiped my hand on the carpet so I could get a better grip on the sausage as I shoved and pulled hard on it. I was fucking my own ass like the slut I was and going over and over the size of what had been in my mouth in that filthy cubical. I could remember the feel of the cock and the taste of the flesh and cum.
I was furiously pounding my sausage tick getting deeper on every thrust until I could barely feel a small portion left to even get any grip on it. When it exhausted, I pulled it out very slowly and wondered what damage I had done to myself.
I wondered how long I had been using the sausage and looked at the alarm clock and was shocked that I was 3:45 afternoon.
I realized that I had been abusing myself for five hours as I slowly made my way to the bed. I took the pepperoni to bed with me and proceeded to lick my ass slime and disgusting tasting lotion off of the sausage.
I awoke in a start Sunday morning again thinking I had overslept until I realized that it was Sunday. My arms were wrapped around my pepperoni and I found it dry as well as my chest and stomach. I took it with me to the shower so that I could wash myself and the sausage thoroughly. After drying off I scanned everything carefully to make sure I had not left any evidence behind. When I was finished, I felt my stomach grumble.
I had not eaten food since the stupid frozen shit Friday night. I remembered every Sunday the hotel subsidized some for the buffet, I guess they remembered the days they were also broke. I had plenty of time to get ready because they served the buffet until 1:00 pm. My stomach demanded I get something to eat as soon as possible. I got dressed quickly and walked the short distance to the big hall where they served the food. Everyone was in their Sunday best as I looked down at myself totally embarrassed because I was dressed in casual clothes. I started to turn around to return to my room when a gentle hand guided me back, when a woman whispered everyone had been there once and showed where the rest of us "youngster's" were sitting and I immediately was relieved finding an empty chair and exchanging greetings to some that I had met and many others I was yet to meet. You would have thought someone shot a starting gun off when the clock hit 9 as everyone scrambled to the buffet.
I was raised better and held back slowly walking behind when the same kind lady pressed her mouth close and said go ahead. As I studied what was available, I could see a group of the better dressed smiling at us like we were a part of some entertainment.
I filled my plate every so often glancing around wondering if I was taking too much. I detected some leers from some of the older best dressed as one stood out very tall and very dark as my mind wondered if he had been downtown earlier. I caught myself staring at his pants, dark with pinstripes and patent leather shoes with a scrape on the left shoe toe. I looked up and he was smiling as he approached me with his hand out. As he took my hand he leaned over and whispered, "You will get the taste of coffee someday."
I blushed realize that he was the man I had sucked off that morning and was a loss for words.
With everyone settled down with full plates the banter started about the taste and textures of the eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits seemed to just soak up the thick cream gravy. I almost cough myself thinking about thick cream gravy and when I might ever get the thickest creamiest gravy again. I was getting a hard-on and quickly made my way back to the table wondering if any of the others had tasted truly rich thick cream gravy pulsing right from the source.
After brunch the man in the pinstriped pants accompanied me hack to my room. We sucked each other off and we became the best of friends. Before I was given orders to my next duty station I gave up my virginity to that man. I no longer needed the pepperoni sausage.
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