The below is a gay encounter I had reccently. Let me know if you like it.
It was a mixture of curiosity and boredom that brought me to the bookshop that day. There is only the one up on 80th street and I wanted to see what it was like. I opened the door, went up the stairs, and when I saw the candy bowl filled with condoms and lube, something else takes over. I put four of each in my pocket, paid for entrance and bag check, and went through the turnstile. On the other side were lines of hungry eyes.
As you enter on your left is a small viewing theater and couch, that isn't showing porn for some bizarre reason, instead the flatscreen TV had on Animal Planet. Seated therein were two guys who looked up and away, uninterested. I left the room and started down the short corridor, lined with black boothes to the right, and a terrifying open toilet, with saloon doors to the left. And as I passed through, there stood six or seven men, look at me, as if I were prey. One shaved headed, older man with a handlebar mustache, excitedly looked me over but for the moment I passed, I wanted to check things out.
I walked into the main theater area, all painted black, with folding chairs casually lined up, with a few men seated down, looking up at the screen. Again, it wasn't a porno, but some old projection tv with a musical on it. The booths, with had been across from the bathroom, continued all the way down to the end of the theater.
The booths are free, being just black painted four x five x 9 cubes, with an old small TV screen playing loop tapes. The last two booths in the rear were showing WWF wrestling videos, then the two after that were showing straight porn, and all the rest gay porn. In some of the booths men stood watching the videos, their backs to the pacing men in the theater. Other men stood in the doors looking over the new entrants.
The older guy with the white handlebar mustache stepped into a booth, and waved at me. His body was gym'd up, with a big chest, arms and legs. He was taller than me by about four inches. No one there looked in as good shape as him, and he was into me, so I thought, why not. I stepped in, he slammed the door behind me and slid the bolt shut.
Mustache threw me up against the wall and kissed me, forcing his tongue down my throat. Normally you don't kiss at the bookstore, so I was shocked, but reciprocated immediately. His hands were all over my body as I quickly found my shirt off, my pants down and my dick out of my jockstrap, in his hand. He got down and took it down to the hilt. After a minute he stood up again, and his dick was out.
His dick was shaped like a blimp, thickest in the center, tapered at the tip abd base. He was huge, eight inches 2.5 inches at the widest point. It was very difficult to get down my throat, also because he wasn't hard yet, just pushing rope down my throat, as I gagged on it. As I got down to the base, I could smell his body. He smelled of old sweat, in his crotch so bad I gagged more from that, strange because his dick was clean. He then stood me up and told me to take my clothes off.
I stood naked in the booth, my clothes hanging up. He took me, and licked my armpits and up my nose. He made me suck on his mustache. Then he held my face and stared in my eyes, and told me he was in my head. I got back down on my knees, and he started to fuck my face, as I tried to deal with his scent. He started talking about taking me back to his house, locking me in a cage, training me every day, treating me like a dog, getting a rottwiler to fuck me. Now I am into none of this, it is just creeping me out, but I have started to get scared of the guy now. And as his shoves his thick dick down my throat, taking it out to slap across my face, over and over, my head slipped into a sub space, and I became completely malleable. Beside, the guy hadn't done anything too dangerous yet.
He was still pushing rope, so he asked if I wanted dick. I said yes, so he stood my naked body up, and opened the door. He looked at men he thought looked good, pulling my dick, in front of every man there. On guy looked left and right, and then came into the booth, and Mustache closed the door and slid the bolt.
He was an athletic, thin man in his late forties, dressed in a tee shirt, hooded sweatshirt, and blue jeans. I got down on my knees in front of him, unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants and briefs down below his long thin dick. Real, classic, upper west side, soft ball team type. All ready hard, it went all the way into my throat, gagging me immediately, but I couldn't back off, because Mustache held my head. I put my hands on Softball's hips and push him back a bit, knowing this guy is just happy to be here I knew I could guide him a bit. I catch my breath and deep throat him, while Mustache throws a condom on his fore and middle fingers. My only warning was seeing him lube up.
The thick two fingers went in me, in a determined manner, all the way up to his knuckles. With Softball's cock down my throat, my hands started to flail, as he twisted his fingers in my ass. Mustache had Softball grab my hands, and put them behind my back. Mustache took my hands, with the hand that wasn't up my ass. Softball held my shoulders and fucked my throat, until Mustache said, He's ready. I thought, he can't be talking about me.
We all stood up and I leaned forward, next to the video monitor, with men fucking on a screen in the corner of my eye. Softball tried to get his cock in me, but the angle was all wrong, and I seized up in pain. I pushed everyone back.
I put more lube on Softball's condom clad cock, and I angled my body in the boothh from corner to corner. I then folded my body in half, I am very muscular and flexible but also when your body is all amped up with sex, you can do anything. I gripped my ankles firmly as I breathed deep and relaxed my body. His cock slowly entered me up to the hilt. I leaned forward and braced my hands against the wall, while Mustache jerked me off.
Softball's cock slowly pushed into me, as I breathed deeply, trying to keep my body loose as the pain shook through me. Finally I felt his hips push into my cheeks. We stood there for a few seconds, as the pain started to disappear, being replaced with a warm full, awesome feeling. He started to fuck me long and deep. I must have started moaning, because Mustache put his other hand over my mouth. Softball started to fuck me harder and faster till I could barely stay standing, only the strength of my arms against the wall held me up. His hands gripped my ass, and he pushed as deep as he could go, his body clenching, his cock spasming. He pulled out slowly, I turned around, took off the condom, threw it to the floor, and sucked the last drops of cum out of his dick. He stroked my bald head like a lover but looked nervously looked up at Mustache, zipped up his jeans and ran out of the booth.
I heard the door slam shut, and I was dragged to my feet. Mustache had taken my belt off of my pants, which had been hanging in the corner, and placed the loop around my neck. He turned me around, with my face against the wall, and lifted both of my arms behind my back. He wrapped the loose end of the belt around my highly placed arms, so that any attempt to drop them, started to choke me. Mustache placed the tip of the belt in my hand and told me not to drop it.
He opened the door again, showing off my body to everyone there. There I stood, restrained arms and belt around my neck, Mustache slapping my ass and my cock as men past. Most of the men were scared of this, some of them were stroking their dicks through their pants. Mustache didn't see anyone he liked so he close the door again and threw me against the wall.
He gripped my cock and jerked me off while violently pinching my nipples. My arms kept slipping down, cutting off my air and I would thrust them back up, trying not to strangle myself. Then my knees started to buckle as my body started to seize. Mustache held me against the wall as I started to cum all over, as he used my cum as lube. The pleasure of the orgasm was quickly lost to the agony of post cum stimulation. I begged him to stop jerking me off, but he refused, telling me I was just sensitive and could get beyond it. The torture set my whole body on fire, as I jerked, pulling on my neck. Realizing that I need to get under control, or I would hurt myself, I started to breath deeply, pulling myself under control.
Once I got myself together, he stopped stroking me and put me back on my knees. His cock was in my mouth again, and he opened the door, letting the crowd of men outside see. He pushed my head back, and shot hot cum over my face and chest. Then he closed the door again.
I stayed on the ground for a few minutes, as I undid the belt from around my arms, then I stood up and took it off my neck. Mustache handed me a few tissues to clean off my face and I started to throw my clothes on. We had been in there for two and a half hours and I was exhausted.
I could tell he wanted to meet up with me again, but it was time for me to go. Cloths thrown back on my body, I made my way through the crowd of men. One of them saw me and pleaded, saying "Don't walk out, they won't let you back in". I looked at him and he was ok, but I didn't want to do anything else. I left the bookshop and walking out onto the street, I took a swig of Listerine, to get the taste of cum out of my mouth.