Tweaker at the Adult Theater

It was a slow Tuesday night at the adult arcade on the edge of town. The parking lot wasn’t especially full, so I figured I wouldn’t have much fun. I’ve never been more glad to be wrong. 

The arcade featured three large viewing rooms, with about two dozen smaller private booths. The doors to the booths open outwardly, and I noticed that one particular booth door kept swinging open and a head would poke out. The guy inside would look around briefly, then retreat back in. One of the times he did that we made eye contact, and I could tell in a glance that he was high as a kite. I’m not sure what he was on, but he was clearly having a wild ride. I decided to make it a little wilder. 

I stood by the door, just out of sight, waiting for him to open it again. While I waited, I pulled my dick out of my pants and worked up an erection. There wasn’t a lot of foot traffic that night, but it’s not like that would have stopped me anyway. That place is a well-known hangout spot for freaks. I hardly think I’d have been the first guy to walk around with his dick out. 

The door knob rattled, and the door inched open enough for Tweaker’s head to do his usual peek. Grasping the handle, I pulled it further open and quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind me. The small booth was filled with the rank smell of his body odor and the cigarettes he was chain-smoking. He was sitting on a chair with his back against the wall, so I knew he’d have no place to go. 

I stepped closer to him and he started to speak: “Hey man, I don’t wa--mmf! Mmmmf!” I don’t know what else he was going to say because by then my dick was in his mouth. His hands flailed at my hips, trying to get me to back off, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I gripped his shaggy brown hair and held his head in place while I fucked his mouth. He gagged and bucked, but I held him sill while I took what I wanted. 

“Suck that dick, you fucking faggot.” I hissed. Long strings of drool began to hang from his stretched-out lips as I slid my hard dick in and out of his gaping mouth. After an all-too-short interlude, I could feel myself approaching climax and I clamped my hands on both sides of his head to make sure he got a throatful of my cum. 

“I’m getting close….I’m gonna cum in your fucking mouth, you whore….Fuck yeah! Take. That. Cum! FUUUUUUUUUUCK YEAH!!” With that, I thrust my cock against the back of his throat and blasted four shots of hot jizz straight down his gullet. I pulled my already-deflating cock out of his mouth and wiped the last few drops of cum on his face. He slumped back against the chair and coughed. 

“There. That wasn’t so bad, now was it? See you around, slut.” As I walked out of the booth, I saw two guys standing there with their dicks in their hands, masturbating furiously. I winked and gestured into the booth behind me, “Have at him boys. That one sucks a mean dick!” As I walked away, I could hear the booth door closing and locking behind one of them.