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Sorted Out at the Fun House
I was visiting my favorite city and wanted to spend a night at a very different playground. All I knew was that an adult website had said it was great fun. I had the address and got there early on a Monday evening; it wasn?t long before I realized that this was a different kind of place. The parking lot was divided between rows for up to an hour that were free and rows for one to six hours at $5 an hour. I thought it strange but what the hell and went to get a long term ticket. The big red brick warehouse loomed large at the end of the lot with the only sign reading ?entrances? in the plural. Once inside I encountered a line leading to two different counters. On the left the counter sign read simply ?cocks? while the right read ?cocksuckers.? Geez, this was embarrassing, I had to openly acknowledge what I wanted just by standing in one or the other line. I was sure that I was blushing as I shuffled forward finally to the counter.
?You know you?re in the cocksucker line don?t you? he asked looking directly at me? I mumbled a yes as he told me to speak up. I was fast becoming more and more embarrassed. ?What do you want, just the cocksucker room or the works, the room is $40 and the works runs $65??
By now I was reduced to a stammer that the rude attendant took as assent to the works asking me for the $65. I needed to get away from this smirking, in your face young guy and pushed the money under the window. The door clicked and I started towards it just as he shouted, ?stop, put this wrist band on? and he pushed a bright pink rubber band to me. I was actually trembling as I locked it on to the chorus of smirks from the rest of the line.
I was finally inside a large, dimly lit room seemingly full of guys. I couldn?t make out anything until my eyes adjusted so I just stood there until I felt a hand on my shoulder. ?Isee your new here, I?ll show you around. You?ve already gotten through the tough part in the sorting entrance. Believe it or not that challenging system kinda frees you up to admit what you are and once your through it just enjoy yourself.? He was right, my heartbeat was finally returning to normal.
?It?s really a funhouse for cocksuckers; the guys in the cock line only pay $5 so there are always a bunch wanting a cheap blowjob. The cock guys can just walk up to a hole and get their cock sucked. Unlike a small glory hole these openings in the wall are large enough for you to stick your head thru and lick his balls while he pats your head. At the holes over there you?re standing up while he stands on the elevated side with his crotch at your mouth level. The elevation changes here so you have to be on your knees; I personally think a cocksucker should always kneel before a man but it?s your choice.?
I could see a little better now and boy it was busy with only a few holes empty of cock and suck boys happily slurping down cock. The wet slurping noise of cocks being serviced filled the room.
?Isee you?ve got a pink, works band. I want to get back to my hole but you should know that that corridor on the right will lead you to an area where there are men needing their ass sucked and piss play. The lockers are over there I?ve got to go, it looks like a very busy night. From six to ten is when it?s busiest as the married guys sneak out for service, have fun.?
I quickly stripped to my shorts noting that that seemed to be the uniform and locked up. I wandered over to the wall just as a guy was pulling his cock out of his pants. I stuck my head through and he stuffed his cock into my mouth. It was only about five inches but had a big, thick cock head. I began a nice, slow suck easily able to swallow his cock to the balls. I was at it a while when I sensed him tensing. He grabbed my head and held me ridged as he spurted cum into my mouth. That old, familiar taste, salty, sticky and thick warmed my mouth as I swallowed his load? I was rewarded with a gentle pat on the cheek as he commented, ?Good cocksucker.? This was my kind of place.
I went over to the kneeling room, it was set up different. The guys entering on the ?cock? side would just sit down in one of the lounge chairs all in a row and pull down their pants spreading their legs. The cocksuckers just knelt and waited in front of a chair. I found out later that there was a lot of competition and the best cocksuckers often had a line waiting for service.
I knelt before a guy in his forties, bald with a little paunch but a very nice thick cock about six inches long. As I leaned in to take his cock he grabbed my mouth sticking his fingers in and pulling me towards him. ?Suck boy, I want a nice blow job with a lot of tongue on my balls. When I cum I want you to slow it down and just let it flow into your mouth. When I?m done swallow and lick me clean. If you do a good job I?ll fill your faggot mouth with nice, warm ball juice.? He then pushed my lips onto his cock. He was a very involved guy using his hands to direct my tongue to his ball sack then lightly slapping my cheek when he wanted my mouth on his cock. It was a while but finally he told me to look at his eyes. As soon as we made eye contact he started to cum, my second load of the night. Just as he had instructed I swallowed in one gulp and began licking his crotch clean. As I was slurping around another guy came up and said, ?Hey, Jim, how?s the service?? ?Not too bad Mike, how did you do??
?Just Ok Jim, he was a new cocksucker and needed a little adjustment to keep him concentrated on my cock. A few slaps and he forgot everything but my cock in his mouth. I actually think he was surprised when I filled his mouth with my jism. I confess it was kinda fun breaking him in.? I finally had my man, Jim?s crotch as clean as if he stepped out of a shower. Another pat on the head and he left me.
I had to admit that ?Jim?s? forceful style appealed to me as I decided to explore a little down the dark corridor. The first room was the toilet room and boy was I surprised. There was a full wall with four short comfortable, padded stools arranged in front of holes in the wall just large enough for a man?s head to go through. Three of the stools had cocksuckers on them with their heads into the holes. I sat down, stuck my head through and was looking at a large mirrored wall. Yikes, my head was in a vinyl urinal on the walls other side. I could see there were guys at two of the other urinals peeing into a cocksucker?s mouth. In the other empty stall the cocksucker had his mouth open and his tongue out as a guy walked in and sauntered over. I watched as he laid his cock on the eager tongue and pissed.
I sensed someone coming to my hole and thought quickly of getting the hell out of there but decided that I was committed and didn?t want to disappoint. He fished out a soft, cut cock about 3 inches and soft and simply laid it on my tongue then pulled back saying ?I?ve never done this before, am I supposed to just pee or go slow in spurts.? I looked at him and told him I was also new and would be relieved if he just spurted so I could get used to it. He put it on my tongue and almost instantly let out a short spurt of piss. It wasn?t really unpleasant, just a very different taste. In any event the shear humiliation of being a man?s urinal got me so hot that I was in a kind of trance. He spurted more piss but then became hard and the piss stopped. I suckled on his prick and he very quickly dropped his load in my warm, pissy mouth. He had to be even newer at this than I was. When I got up there was a line-up waiting for my stool.
I went back to the ?kneeling room? and waited in front of a lounge. In a few minutes there were two guys there, the older dropped his pants, sat down and spread his legs. I started to move in but he held my head and told me what was up. ?This is my son and I want to show him how to use a cocksucker. You?ll blow me first so he can see how it goes then him. Actually I think we?ll take you into the around the world room for his first suck, Ok boy?? I nodded and he pulled me into his hairy crotch. I licked and sucked as he lightly slapped me directing my efforts to what pleased him. I could hear him telling the boy that some guys were just cocksuckers that you could use like girls to suck you off and lick your ass. He began face fucking by grabbing my head telling me to keep my hands behind my back while he pulled my head in and out going deeper each time until he punched through into my throat. ?You see Son, keep slowly going forward a little at a time until your all in. the cocksucker will gag and choke but that?s all right; it?s what they were born to do, just part of the service.? On that note Dad came in my mouth just as I was gasping around the cock buried in my gullet. Some of his cum filled my mouth but as I gasped for air a lot of it went up my nose. I coughed and actually was crying as I tried to catch my breath but in a very strange way I was pleased with pleasing the guy who was showing his son the ropes. I heard him explaining, ?Look at his face son, this is a win-win thing. Sissy?s like him get off on this treatment.? As my breath came back to normal I agreed with him by leaning forward and licking his cockhead clean. ?See Son, what I told you.?
I met them in the ?ass? room; it was to be the first for both of us. There was a number of stirrup like lounge chairs with little wells so the cocksucker could actually get in and stand up as he licked his man?s crotch. I had to admire the great ingenuity the owners of this place had used in the design.
?Strip down Son, I?ll show you the ropes. Ah, that?s good, you can lay down in the lounge but I prefer to show my cocksucker just what his place is. Just turn around and I?ll have the faggot take care of you in the classic way to start.? The boy turned and as instructed by Dad I knelt in back of him and gently licked his ass globes before I spread his cheeks and began to lick up and down his ass-crack.
It really wasn?t an effective way to service a boy?s ass because no matter how hard you tried you couldn?t get your tongue all the way in but it did furnish maximum humiliation. Both of us were quickly hotter than hell, the boy being serviced and me with the erotic shame of it washing over me.
When he moved to the lounge his legs were spread as wide as possible and my tongue traveled from cock to asshole as my saliva flowed out of my open mouth and my tongue experienced the musky tastes of balls and ass. The young subject of my service soon grabbed my head and forced his cock into my mouth just as his cum erupted from his cockhead. I gulped it down, licked him clean then thanked them both for letting me service them.
I was exhausted but certain to return and go to the cocksucker?s side for sure.