Today I went to an adult book store and I sucked a man's cock...
If you saw me on the street you wouldn't suspect a thing. To the average passerby I am a "normal", heterosexual, masculine, alpha-type, jock guy. I've been attracted to women ever since my balls dropped. I date women, I love women, I fuck women - I always have and I always will, but when I was a sophomore in college I discovered the wonderfully perverted and easily accessible world of Craigslist. On Craigslist, you can search for any kind of hookup you want. Sure, the odds of finding another genuine person that's interested in meeting you is incredibly low, but whether you're browsing and posting in the M4M, M4W, MW4M, T4M, M4T, or whatever, you can, with enough effort, find pretty much whatever you're looking for. And so, as a sophomore in college that wasn't getting nearly as much pussy as he wanted, I turned to Craigslist as a release for my pent up sexual energy.
In my youth I was, and still am, totally straight - in the sense that I genuinely only have a romantic attraction for women - but ever since I first became aware of my sexuality I've realized that pretty much anything sexual turns me on: straight, gay, bi, lesbian, trans, sci-fi, serious kink, whatever - it gets my dick hard. Hopefully it would make Alfred Kinsey proud to know that I consider myself to be romantically straight, but I can enjoy having sex with all kinds of people.
So let's work on fast forwarding to the fun bit...my twenties were full of dating women, fucking women, and occasionally, mostly during slow periods where I wasn't fucking pussy, fucking trans women and getting fucked by men. That last part of that sentence might have thrown you. As a masculine guy that fits the classic definition of "hetero" I am inclined toward fucking women and fucking trans women, yet I am also inclined toward getting fucked / being a cock sucker for other men. After contemplating this reality for most of a decade I feel pretty comfortable explaining it thusly: with women (cis or trans) I like to play the traditional "guy" role, but with men, I enjoy the power swap of taking a bottom or even a submissive role. Make of it what you will...
So, with all of that said, here is the real story that you came looking for...I'm am 30 years old, living on the opposite side of the country that I grew up on, white, about 6 feet tall, handsome enough with blue eyes and blond hair and a fit casual athlete's build. I've been in a monogamous relationship with a girl for about six months. The sex has been great, but lately I've had a horny itch that no amount of fucking my girlfriend can take care of. About 10 years ago, when I was fresh out of college, I finished up a short Craigslist M4M binge (my first dive into man-sex) by visiting a local porn shop that had private video booths with gloryholes in them. On that first visit to a porn shop I ended up sucking the cock of, and getting fucked (safely), by the big black cock of the front desk worker. It was a one time thing, but it's a memory that makes me hot to this very day. So I know that adult book stores exist, and I know what goes on within the pitch black realm of the video booths...and I think it's fucking hot.
Today I had an appointment in a neighboring town that's only about 10 miles away. On my way to the appointment in the morning I realize that today would be a great day to stop by the local porn shop and pick up some fresh poppers (thank you Craigslist gay guys for informing me about poppers!) During my appointment my mind is constantly distracted with the thought of walking into the porn shop (always so seedy yet so exciting) and asking for a little brown bottle of Rush or Amsterdam or the like. Just before noon I finish up my work at the appointment and I head over to the porn shop. I get there right at noon and am pleased to find that there's one parking spot left - perfect.
I walk into the shop fully intending to just buy a couple of bottles, and then head home to work and get through the rest of my day. I knew that with some hot porn I had already started downloading, and the fresh poppers, I'd have a nice night of jacking my cock ahead of me. But as I stood at the counter with the clerk ringing up my purchase a thought crept into my head, "it might be fun to spend a couple bucks in the arcade...sitting in a shitty folding chair, flipping the channels through hot, but unimaginative porn, sniffing these fresh poppers, and jerking a load or two out...aaaaand maybe inviting one of the waiting sketchballs (they're always there aren't they?) into the booth with me so I can suck his cock, or better yet, hopefully there's a gloryhole in my booth so I can suck some cock anonymously...." As I finished up my purchase at the counter, guess what I decided? :)
The clerk handed me my two bottles of poppers (one bottle of standard Rush and one bottle of Jungle Juice Platinum - both cold from the fridge) I handed him some cash in exchange for video coupons, and then I headed into the incredibly dark and seedy video area. As I pushed open the door the separate the video area from the main shopping area I noticed that there were about six or seven booths to the left and there were about four booths to the right. I could make out the rough shapes of two guys waiting in the shadows. I hadn't admitted it to myself but my subconscious knew that I wanted to get a booth with a gloryhole, but this was my first time in this store's video area and I didn't even know if any of the booths had holes, so I just randomly headed toward the cracked door of an apparently unoccupied booth at the back left of the room. Once in the room I closed the door, noticed that there was no chair, and fished around in my pockets for the bottles of poppers. The poppers were still way too cold to be useful but I set about tearing off their wrappers and holding them tightly in my fists so they could begin to warm up. After noticing that this booth didn't have a hole I thought about moving to another booth, but I figured that I might as well stay here and get some juices flowing before venturing back into the main room. So I slid a coupon into the video machine, clicked through the pornos, settled on an Evil Angel flick with two chicks doing obscene things to each other's holes while a random dude occasionally injected his dick into the equation. As I stood there watching I thought about how absolutely seedy this porn shop scene was, and that, more than the porno playing on the screen, got my dick growing.
After a few minutes I had my pants unbuttoned, the popper bottles under my armpits (a quick thank you to my years in the Army) and my hand lazily caressing the length of my cock. At some point a person tried to open my door from the other side, but I had engaged the lock so I remained alone in the booth. The jostle at the doorknob got my mind racing though...other cocks (presumably) were interested in having fun with me...that's hot. After another couple of minutes I had warmed the popper bottles up to approximately room temperature so I took a hit. That familiar, exciting, and incredibly slutty feeling rushed into my body. After holding the hit in my lungs for a few seconds I exhaled and reveled in the feeling of absolute hornyness taking hold. With that big bold push I unlatched the door and walked into the main area of the video booth room. With my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could now see that one guy was standing awkwardly between the frame of the main entrance, and the frame of the closest video booth. If I opened the video booth closest to him he'd essentially be squished behind the door. Most of the 10 or so doors in the room were solidly closed and I had no idea if this meant that they were in use or not. I pulled one open, peered in, and was disappointed to see that there wasn't a gloryhole. I did the same with another booth, and then again with a third. It appeared that none of the booths had holes. Bummer. So my attention turned back toward the booth closest to the main entrance. I pulled the door open and stepped inside.
Obviously, this booth was exactly like the booth I had first settled in, but this one did have a chair which was nice. I took a seat in the chair, made sure the door was closed but not locked (important) and fired up a porno. After just a couple of minutes I pushed the door slightly ajar and waited. Within 10 seconds a man entered. I couldn't see much, but I could tell that he was the same guy that had been hiding (of sorts) along the wall between the main door and my booth's door. He closed the door behind him, shuffled a step or two into the small booth, and then asked me, "Which do you prefer" in a very pleasant not-American but fairly indistinguishable accent. I responded with, "I like both" which he seemed to appreciate. I quickly put a hand to his crotch, and he stuck a hand down to my hard cock which I had previously released by unbuttoning my pants while sitting in the chair. Before I knew it he had dropped his pants and standing proudly before me was a impressively thick, perfectly long uncut cock with trimmed pubes. Fucking jackpot! My first thought upon seeing this perfect specimen of manliness was, "What are the fucking odds of unbuttoning a stranger's pants in a porn booth and getting a cock like this?" I looked up at the guy to attempt to see his face, and was pleased to see that he looked to be pretty fucking normal. Probably a professional guy of some sort - like me, which was nice. And with that thought I opened my mouth and began to worship his cock like it deserved to be worshipped.
I was sitting in a shitty metal garden chair inside a tiny porn booth and Mr. No Name was standing to my eleven o'clock. The angle was slightly awkward, but I had enough range of motion to give his cock the attention it deserved. With my own cock sticking straight up out of my pants I worked on his thick member (I'm 7 inches long, cut, straight as an arrow, but not remarkably thick so I enjoy playing with "better" cock) while he leaned over and fished a coupon out of his pocket. He paid absolutely no attention to the porn on the screen as he rolled his head back in apparent bliss.
After a few minutes of sucking his nice cock I sent a hand into my pocket to grab the poppers. I brought the bottle up to my nose and inhaled. Then, as a nice cocksucker should, I offered Mr. No Name a hit of my poppers. He took the bottle and began to inhale as I continued to suck on his cock. His cock was great: big but not too big, trimmed (I hate errant pubes), freshly showered, and hard as a rock. Fuck, it felt good in my mouth. Without any hesitation I began to demonstrate my minimal skills at deepthroating. I gave it a good effort and enjoyed his rough, but what I took to be appreciative, thrusts into my throat.
After several minutes of worshipping his cock he leaned over to taste my hard cock. His mouth felt fucking wonderful and I immediately came to the realization that there was no way that I could endure more than a minute of his sucking. I had just enough time to unscrew the cap of a popper bottle, take a hit, and then send my hand down to my cock head to guard it from his wonderful fucking mouth - I was horny as shit but I just didn't want to cum yet.
He stood up and my mouth went back to his cock. We must have spent about 10 minutes playing this game of him sucking me for a minute, and me sucking him for 2 to 3 - back and forth. I felt like it was a fair trade :) At some point a jostle of the doorknob sent him into scared freakout mode, but within seconds he had checked the lock on the door, I had whispered a "what's up?" and then his hand was back on my head and pushing me down onto his cock. All was good.
After about 15 minutes he started to make really enthusiastic sounds. I really wanted to feel his thick cock explode it's (hopefully) big load in my mouth. I could tell that he was a little disappointed that I hadn't let him suck my cock too much, but I was determined to make it up to him by blowing his mind with my blowjob. Without warning, his cockhead began to pulse and I knew that the great moment was upon us. And then, at that exact fucking moment, the doorknob jostled again. Mr. No Name turned his body away from me to face the door, his cock head popped out of my mouth and began to spurt thick, hot, white cum all over the frame of the door that he was now facing. I couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle as my hand darted to his cockhead, his hips dipped and bucked with the power of his orgasm, and his hand grasped the already locked doorknob to guarantee that it wouldn't be opened by whoever was outside.
Ten seconds after his orgasm began he started to regain his composure. I looked up at him, spit and pre-cum covered lips shining, and said, "What's your email?" I don't play with guys very often anymore, but I had the feeling that this guy was a keeper and it'd be nice if we could reconnect in the future under better circumstances at some point. He stared at me kind of blankly, and then seemed to understand what I was saying as I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone. I unlocked it, opened up a notes page, and handed it to him. He typed in a coherent but seemingly random Gmail address, and then he buttoned up his pants, got his shit in order, and then left the booth. Since I hadn't busted my nut yet (intentionally) I figured that I'd stay in the booth and use the the two coupons that I still had. With my cock still out, I fed in the coupons, clicked through the channels, and sat back and explored my mind with thoughts of how fucking dirty it was that I had just sucked off a random dude in a porn shop video booth. Fuck. Hot. Crazy. As I sat there jerking by myself some rando tried to open to the door. It would have been hot to attempt to please another dick, but it was still just lunch time and I knew that I needed to get my poppers buzz settled before walking out, driving home, and getting some more work done. And so it was that I sat there, jerked my cock, and blew my load in a dirty-ass porn booth.
Earlier this evening, and a few hours after getting home from this escapade, I sent an email to the address that Mr. No Name gave me. I didn't want to say anything too revealing in the off chance that he had given me his personal or work email, so I just said something along the lines of "Hey, it was nice meeting you today. Let me know if this is a good email for you." I'd really like to hear back from him, but I figure that the odds are pretty small. I wrote this story partially out of the hope that he'd see it and reply. Here's to that hope.
Sex is fun. I wish it wasn't wrapped up in so much bullshit, but I guess I also get off on some of the taboo that we Americans have with our sex.
I'd really love to hear feedback on this story, so please feel free to email me at ABSstory0@gmail.com with any kind of comments.
Thanks.