Big Dicks at Bush River

Ken pulled up to the arcade and was surprised to see so many cars on the dark gravel lot on a Wednesday evening. Small cock twitching in his lap while his car bumped along the small rocks and scattered potholes while driving along the side of the building and spotting a large black man, chocolate as all hell, bald, stepping out of his jeep tucked away between two other cars. Big black meat, bouncing down out of thin shorts, camouflaged with, what he thought, was a quick glance of one of his large balls spotting out. 

The brother gave a look at Ken as he moved by, nodding his head and shutting the jeep door. He was wearing a white tank with black meaty arms sprouting out. 

Wow. Ken said to himself. Shifting in the seat, That's one gifted negro. 

Ken had never been with a black man before. Jerked off here and there to them in strait gangbang porn on the web, amazed at how one woman could take on all those large gorillas with their long, fat dicks, circling around and pinning her from all sides. He once thought about picking up a young negro, when he had to take a detour, while driving through the ghetto of Baltimore, as the boy stood there on the corner, near Hopkins, shaking his hand out for a drive. But, he second guessed himself, afraid the dark one would rob him, try to sell him drugs, or just wouldn't get out of the car. 

Ken watched through his mirror as chocolate man pulled out a cigarette, and clicked a lighter with big flame, casting a glow on his face. 

Ken quickly snapped out of his curiosity and focused back on the shitty lot and wasn't too thrilled that he had to park toward the back in front of the woods.  

After getting out of his car, he glanced around at the other cars, all facing the trees, and was satisfied that they looked empty, and leaned back into his car to reach into the glove department for a small tube of slick lube. 

He then slipped his shorts down, no underwear of course, I mean, what would be the purpose of going to glory holes with extra clothes to strip down, then leaned over the hood, slipped open his ass, popped the lid of the tube into the air and squirted the entire load up inside. 

He let out of shiver as the warm jell bubbled inside, some squirting back out, with a tiny fart immediately following. A touch of pre-cum dripped out his small dick, as he slipped up his shorts. 

As he walked along the side of the building, he could feel the gunk running down his right leg. He was a tad worried the seat of his shorts would be splotched, but luckily, the glory hole maze was always dark, only with glowing lights whenever the booths were being occupied. 

"Hope to get slammed tonight." He thought. It had been three days since that new guy started working at Wal-mart in the stock room with him. Nice long mature dick, feeding him in the corner of a shelf hidden by large boxes. His asshole still ached, but the entire tube of lubed soothed it well. 

Before reaching the door of Bush River, the sleazy arcade in the outskirts of Baltimore, he heard a loud splash of something and looked to his right. 

"The black man" He admired. Watching him pissing in a corner, hard. The stream splashing the wall as the brother flicked back on his lighter, hands not touching his cock, burning up, what now didn't look like a cigarette, but long gleaming glass. 

"How you doing?" The big ape asked. White smoke streaming up into the cool night air as he tilted his head upwards. "Want to come over here. Watch me piss?"

"Um. Well...?"

"Don't you like big nigger dick?" He blurted. "Come squeeze it while I take another hit. You party?"

"Um, no. I mean, I did some weed once. Got so high I didn't know I was coming..."

"Or going." The man growled. "Come here. Take a hit. This will get you going. Make you real eager." Ken looked at the large cock, still sprouting a stream onto the wall, but not as loud. 

Ken thought about it for a second, and was about to make a move, until suddenly another car pulled into the lot, shinning bright lights into his direction. 

"Uh. Better not. Sorry."

"See you in there then." He said, waving, splashing one last spray. "Maybe I'll see you in a booth. I always take the last one in the back. Step on in. Like to watch you gobble this dark meat."

"Maybe." Ken said. Gave a half smile and headed inside the murky light of Bush River Arcade. 

Two men, young, collage type, stood in an aisle between videos. Looking at the Hardcore Hustler porn on the shelves. 

Ken checked them out as he walked by. One, blond, nice arms, Ocean City blue tank top and khaki shorts, leaning into the other, pointing at the back of the box. The other, curly black hair, dimples for days, nice pretty lips, but a tad short, gave a nod at what he saw. He reminded Ken of that cute guy on Saved By the Bell. Mario something. 

"Fucking hot." Mario, Ken decided, as he took the box and admired the Hispanic women getting nailed by two tall high school boys in a classroom. "Always wanted to screw one of my teachers."

The blond, Ronnie, gave a chuckle. "Me too. That bitch in Social Studies. Remember? A year ago. Fucking making me horny. Wish Jackie was around tonight."

"Jackie? That whore from White Marsh who works at the mall. I didn't know you was fucking her? I hear she's dirty. Caught the big one."

"Yeah. I heard that too. But I don't fuck her. She gave me head a few times in back of the Pretzel Stand. Invited me back after closing. Gobbled up this dick like nobodies business."

"Fuck. I guess that's ok." Mario glanced at Ken, and two other men. One, quite large with jiggling belly. The other, tall, thin and rather nerdy with thick glasses. 

The negro walked in. Bell ringing over door. Another stream of smoke circling his face. His eyes, large, big white like saucers, rather crazed looking now, and strolled behind the men into a dark hallway. 

Mario spotted his large cock bouncing around, and two giant balls dropping out. He blushed and looked away. 

"What?" Asked Ronnie, sitting the box back on the shelf. 

"Where are all those guys going to? What's in there?"

"Dunno." said Ron, curious as well. "Never been here before. Want to take a look? Maybe there's women back there or something? A big sex party!"

"Yeah, right. You can go in. I'm gonna pick out some films. Let me know."

Inside the maze of dark doors and glowing lights, Ken strolled along. His ass feeling nice, warm and sloppy now. A few men also strolled around, one or two leaning in dark corners, watching, and touching their crotches. 

Ken picked an empty booth, closed and locked the door and fished into his pocket for quarters. He sat down on the wooden seat, his ass almost slipping forward, and popped the coins into the slot. 

The booth lit up in a ghostly glow, the small TV screen on the wall up in front of him, stained and splattered with glops of cum. The video picture was weak, but the action was loud and clear. Two Navy men, nailing some bitch on a small boat in the bright sun. One dick in her ass, the other, in front, the man's leg, propped up on the side of the boat, feeding his long cock inside her mouth. 

"Nawh."Ken thought, reaching up and hitting the button. Completely satisfied at the next movie. Three guys jerking off in a circle in a smoky bar. A leather bar it looked like. Ken, dropped his shorts, feeling not only the juices from his ass, but also splotches of cum, mostly fresh, all over the warm seat. 

Quickly, Ken spread out his legs, kicked off his shoes and started jerking. 

After a few minutes, he heard the booth door open beside him, and feet quietly stepping in. The door shut, then locked. 

Ken slowly looked down at the bottom of the stall, heard tokens, then porn. Loud, techno music with moans and slapping sounds, and gradually looked up at the large chopped hole in the wall and caught a shiver. 

"Yes, here it comes. Let the show begin!" Ken whispered. 

Within a few months, the feet stepped forward, and a large uncut cock slithered out of the hole, dropping down in front of him, with a thud against the wall. 

George, 52 year old man, salt and pepper hair, gray beard, leaned against the wall as his cock dropped on the other side in front of Ken. 

George then slipped out his phone from his hanging jeans, and texted his wife. 

"Be home in an hour. Still waiting for the meeting. Please pickup the kids from daycare. Make it up to you. Love you."

He then clicked off the phone, sat it down on seat, turned back to the wall, and said to whoever was on the other side. 

"Suck my cock."

Bare knees dropped to the floor down in front of him, and he immediately felt his cock lift up and a warm mouth circle around it. 

"Nice." George said. "I want you to drain that big dick."

"Yes, sir" Ken mumbled as his mouth went all the way down the delicious piece. His knees, sliding on the hard floor from puddles of cum. He dropped his right hand on the floor to balance himself against the wall, feeling a long used rubber between his fingers. 

Ken smelled a whiff of shit, but didn't care. He had a great cock already tonight in his mouth "God, please. Fuck my hole." He prayed. 

Outside the hall, Ronnie, uneasy, walked slowly around, trying not to look at all the mysterious figures lurking near. 

"Fucking Zombie Movie" He thought. "Maybe I should go in one of these booths. They keep looking at me." 

Ronnie took the nearest door, and slipped inside. He paused when he spotted a large hole in the wall in front of him. 

"What the hell......?"

Suddenly, a big nigger dick dropped in. A cloud of smoke following down, spreading into the tiny room around Ronnie, making him feel funny and slightly dizzy. 

Mario purchased two tapes from a fat little man at the register. The man smelt like weed. His eyes glazed and red. 

"Thank You." He said, his mindMari, elsewhere. 

Mario gave a nod and walked over to the dark hall, looking in. 

"Hmm? Where the hell is Ronnie?" 

He stepped into the darkness. 

By now, Ken was leaning over the bench. His hands slapped the wall as the old man plowed his cock into him. George didn't look down. He stayed on the phone. His face glowing. Video busting with sex behind, as he texted back his wife. 

"Oh, don't forget the pretzels for tonight's game." He let out a grunt as Ken's asshole arched further up. 

"Fuck Me! Harder! Please God, fuck me!"

George, face still in phone, his mouth curling, grabbed Ken's waist with his right hand, and fucked harder. 

Mario turned a corner and saw a woman with large hair, gaudy makeup, and pink top and dress, standing against the wall, watching. 

"You see a big blond guy? OC shirt?"" 

"Huh?" The drag queen whispered. "No. Looking for fun?"

"Huh?" Mario whispered, folding videos under arm. 

"Let's go here. Inside and talk about it."

"Damn!" thought Mario. "Fuckin' right. Had no idea this place would have bitches."

He followed him in.

To Be Continued......