Coins, Booths, and Strange Towns

          I’d been driving for hours it seems with my nerves creeping up and threatening to make me turn around. The drive from my hotel was only 15 minutes, but it felt like an hour with the devil and the angel on my shoulders warring for attention. As the lights glowing from the business sector come into view my pulse starts to rise and my mouth dries out, the voices lose their strength, and all I can hear now is the steady thud of my heart. Fuck I breathe as I paw at the bulge that seemed to appear out of nowhere in my jeans. Turning down Saddleback I head straight for one of the many pay to park lots that riddle this part of the city, two for each of the businesses and headquarters around.

          It's about 10:00 pm when I start walking, an hour past when all of the business dinners and rubbing elbows have quieted down. Enough time for the big bosses to return home oblivious of the things happening right under their noses. Enough time for the visiting businessmen to return to their hotels, strip out of there suites, and relax. Enough time for relaxation to turn to boredom and for the urges suppressed by stress to return full force. I walked for about 15 minutes until I finally see the large grey one-story brick building with no parking lot and no front door. To passersby, it would look like an extension of the adjoining office building, but to others, it was something else entirely. Taking my time I slowly round the corner to the drive through ally way used for deliveries to and find the large sturdy door that reads 18 and over only, ID required. I steady myself and then pull the heavy metal door causing it to jingle and drawing everyone’s attention to my entry, giving everyone a chance to make sure a boss wasn’t entering the store. Upon first glance, your senses would be greeted by what appeared to be a normal novelty sex shop, a place where businessmen could come and pick up some items to return back home to their doting wives and take their sex lives from beige to tan.

          Glancing around I see about 15 or so men all browsing at various sections of the store and all with varying degrees of lust and desire plastered across their blue and white collared faces. These men were all far enough from home, stressed, overworked, and needing a release that couldn’t come soon enough. I take my time as my excitement has sent jolts straight to my cock which is at war with my zipper, luckily I’m not the only one as every guy is sporting some degree of wood including the young guy who is clearly in town fresh from college looking for a job. His gym shorts are tented out so far he could knock the DVDs off the shelf and his face is flushed red with what I’m guessing is a mix of embarrassment and arousal. As I browse I let the lust take me over a little more, a let my bulge fill my jeans and I even readjust it a few times. God does it feel good to have my hand cupping it, but I'm still in public so I reframe from drawing too much attention. Finally, after about 5 or 10 minutes or browsing, I leave the shelves and as calmly as possible head towards the area behind the counter, the part of the building that really draws in most of the guys. First timers wonder back there looking for even dirtier porn and toys, everyone else knows what to expect.

          The small hallway with white lights is only a few more steps away, and it's at this moment that I'm actually nervous; it’s only my 2nd time here and 1st time coming for more than to pick out a porn while on a business trip. The angel and devil war back and forth: I could just get a flick and get back to my hotel and stroke one out or I could leave altogether and pretend this never happened, but me and my cock now I've come too far now and to be honest I can’t tell you which side the angel or devil was really on. I lick my lips squeeze my bulge and head to the hallway. I can feel a few eyes on me, others caught in the same struggle, but as I turn the corner I can sense a few others have lost their own lustful battles and followed suit.

          Entering a room from the hallway, the lights are much dimmer. The space opens up to be twice the size of the front store and you can see rows of dark grey booths. My heart is about to pound out of my chest as my senses adjust. The smell of cologne, sex, and cum linger in the air, the sound of men grunting and moaning mix with the slight tapping of belt buckles against wood, the desire and lust are so thick in the air you can almost taste it. I swallow hard and walk around to calm down as the men who followed behind me have already started there exploration. Walking past several booths I'm suddenly greeted by the sounds of a desperate man. He's begging the man in the next booth not to stop, his voice ragged as you hear him pound the booth next to him, the sucking sounds leave nothing to the imagination, but from the sounds of this man’s desperate grunts, he must be receiving a blowjob long overdue or well above normal standards. I can't take it, I have to see. I lean against the booth and peek in through one of the holes. I see the man whose cock is shoved through the hole, a handsome man probably in his early 50's with a bald head and full salt and pepper beard. A strong blue collar man with thick arms and a bit of a belly. The light from the screen inside allows me to see the grimaced face of pleasure and the beads of sweat on his forehead, fuck it's so hot. I slide over now to peek through the hole of the gentleman doing all the hard work and fuck is he working hard. He looks to be in his 30s with a short crew cut and a nice runners build, white collar for sure, and hungry for cum. He's swallowing a meaty cock with such expert motion that before I realize it I'm grinding my bulge against the door captivated. I hear the man whimper fuck as the cock sucker deep throats him and begins to swallow hard and fast while pawing at his own full bulge. The whole scene turns me on so much I'm afraid I'm going to cum in my jeans. I pull back from the hole I shake myself and take several deep breathes, calming down I turn just as the booth of the man who was just wholly drained opens. He shakily comes out still rubbing his freshly worn out bulge and notices me stunned to the side. He looks at my clearly flushed face and then down at the bulge ripping at my jeans and gives me a knowing smile. He places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it, turns me towards the open booth and gives me a gentle shove whispering ‘enjoy’.

          He closes the door behind me and before I’m even partially over the shock I see the signs that the man next door is still hungry and wants my cock; those two fingers grazing the bottom of the hole that I’d only seen in porn until last time tell it all. I'm so worked up I'm hardly thinking as I head right towards the hole lowing my zipper and undoing my belt in record time. I slowly slide my cock through the hole and it's suddenly wrapped in the most intense heat I have ever felt. Some mouths are just softer and hotter than others and this was one of those mouths. Oh my god I moan desperately as I slide my whole 7-inch cock into the hole and down his throat. My breathing catches as he holds my cock there and then agonizingly slowly pulls off of it only to at the same pace go back down. My whole body throbs and I can tell I'm in for a ride I'm not ready for. I feel his fingers trying to reach for my balls, and I have just enough mind to pull my jeans down to the thighs and let him have them. His fingers are slowly tracing patterns on my ever-filling balls as my cock is caressed inch by inch by the most amazing tongue. He decides now to change his sucking and drags the swollen head of my cock against the top of his mouth when he sucks up and wraps his tongue around the head as he sucks down. I have never felt anything like this before.
          I’m wrapped up in the sensation and my own moaning that I don’t hear my booth open or the door lock. Suddenly I feel a body pressed against my back and I jerk in surprise. ‘Just relax and feed him your cock’ hits my ears as a whisper. His voice so deep and soothing that it somehow makes my cock even harder. He uses his strength to push me harder against the wall and grinds his own denim-clad bulge into my exposed ass, fucking my cock into the man in the booths mouth. After a few moments, he pulls back only to press back against me again, but this time with only his boxers covering this bulge. He places his thick cock in the curve of my ass and humps against me with even more force and powers my cock deeper into the most amazing mouth I've ever felt drawing desperate whimpers from my throat. I feel myself getting closer and closer, my cocks throbbing and I feel that delicious pain signaling that I'll be unloading soon. I squeeze the hands of the man behind me who has them above our heads, almost holding me there and let my head fall against his. I’m so close I can hardly breathe.

          Without warning the man behind me pulls me back and out of the mouth I was about to fill and whispering ‘can I feel his mouth before you feed him’? He sounds needy and desperate, but strong and all I can do is nod. He moves around me and I take him in. The same muscled country boy looks as me, but add about 10 years to it, more like what me and my buddies back home want to grow into. He slides down his boxers and slides his cock into the same mouth I had just experienced. The moan that he emits is pure and guttural, overwhelmed by sensations his head slams against the wall. He reaches his hand back grabbing mine and pulls me against him. His smell; the smell of cigarettes and cologne is intoxicating. I swallow hard and press my cock against his firm ass causing us both to moan, kissing his neck I wrap my arm around his chest and begin to pump my hips. His moaning turns to whimpering as the cocksucker who has figured out that there is not one, but two men in this booth has intensified the work on this studs cock, clearly turned on by the events. My booth mate takes his free hand and reaches for my cock, for a second I think he wants me to stop, but instead, he moves my cock between those firm cheeks and I'm once again met with a sensation better than any I have ever had. My cock is being massaged with every contraction of strong hips.

          Pulling closer to him I can't stop myself from pushing further and further until I feel an inferno radiating from his hot hole. I'm so close I moan and he squeezes the hand that is still interlocked with his. He throws his head back onto my should and screams from being worked over. My eyes are closed as I try to calm down, stuck between desperately wanting to cum and never wanting this to end. The next thing I feel is his soft lips as he kisses me. The next thing he feels is the strength I use to pound hard against him, slamming him against the wood and into the man's awaiting throat. I do it again and again until he can take no more and unloads into the man's mouth in the next booth. The intensity of blowing his load raps through his body and causes his ass to become a vice on my cock and I cum harder then I have in all the years of my life. I’m so lost that the thought of counting how many times I shoot doesn’t even occur to me, all I know is his body against mine and the pleasure I’m now drowning in. 

          Panting heavily my legs begin to go weak and luckily for me the strong body in front of me responds and helps keep me from sinking towards to the cum streaked floor. We stand there locked together listening to the furious stroking and moaning of the man who caused us both such pleasure in the next booth. I know that the man is moaning loudly and forcefully, but the words are lost on me. Suddenly he cries out that he’s cumming and after a few seconds we hear the weight of his body fall backward against the wall. As my breathing evens out and the sweat flowing from both of our bodies begins to slow down I pull back from my booth guest and lean against the back wall taking in this moment. I think about my best friend and realize this is one sex story we won’t be sharing. It was then, pants around my thighs, cock still leaking cum that I thought about the porn shop outside of town where I go to school… I wonder.