Last night I went to an adult bookstore near me. The entrance is in the back parking lot so the front of the store is at the rear and the peep booths are actually in the front or street side. I stopped at the cashier and paid for an overpriced bottle of poppers from the owners secret stash of the good stuff, then made my way to the booths. The good glory holes in every booth, cut taller to accommodate the nose, make deep throating possible. I like it here. I went to a grouping of three booths off to the side and took my place in the center one. A middle aged white guy with a round belly and a fat cock sat on the plastic bucket seat of the booth to my right, rolling his foreskin up and down, teasing me with views of his slick and purple swollen glans. I pulled off my t-shirt and shorts and wrapped them around my flip flops, wedging them above the upper preview monitor and the ceiling. I knelt naked on the filthy floor with my poppers and a few singles to start the video in case the clerk came back, tapping on the doors to make us run the vids. I looked through the hole at my prospect.
The chubby guy appreciated my nudity and stood up, pointing his dick through the divider. After inhaling deeply of the little bottle of amyl, I kissed the tip, licked a drop of precum off the foreskin and sucked the shaft into my mouth. I sucked the head for awhile. It was fat and firm and filled my mouth. Then I slid the whole six or seven inches into my throat, allowing my tongue to play along his cock’s underside. I love cock.
He lasted a good three minutes until he got really close. His cock hardened more, his breathing quickened and he started to moan. As he came I enjoyed my favorite part of a blow job, the pulsing of the urethra as the bursts of semen ejaculated down my throat. I felt that pulsing all along my tongue as his vital juices discharged into me. My lips at that point were actually touching his belly, the entirety of his cock completely contained inside my head.
Once he finished he pulled out and started wiping his softening dick with a tissue. I asked if he needed to piss but he brushed me off with a quick “NO!” as he pulled up his pants and got out of that booth like it was on fire. These guys are always so hot for the blow job when they’re horny, but once they come they get disgusted with themselves for allowing gay sex and view me as some kind of animal, a filthy whore they want distance from. I like that. I like being used for their pleasure and then discarded; dismissed as less than them. It feeds into my desire to be degraded and abused. But what I really like is to kneel under that soft cock, with the foreskin dangling on my lips, waiting for his piss to come out, and drinking it all, hot from the tap, licking up the last drops and then thanking him for using me as his urinal. It’s why I get naked. Toilets don’t wear clothes.
I waited for a short while, alone and naked in that booth. I got off my knees and sat on the little plastic bucket seat, just manipulating my dick and waiting patiently for my next user. I passed the time clicking through the video channels and snorting amyl nitrite to keep myself submissive and available. On the screen a black guy was sticking his cock up a white girls ass and then making her suck it. I imagined myself as that whore and stuck the middle finger of my right hand roughly up my asshole. Then I pulled it out and sucked the shit taste off it. I needed more cock.
I heard the door chime in the distance; the sign that a new customer had entered the store. I waited expectantly for him to come into the peepshow area. Then I could hear him, footsteps coming toward me. The door to the booth on my left opened and he entered. All I could see were trousers, so he’d be an older man. He stopped for a moment and I could see that slight posture change as he angled to look through the gloryhole. Apparently satisfied, he slipped a dollar into the machine and his video started. I slipped to the floor on my knees and took a good look. In the light from the screen I watched his dark skinned hands deftly unzip his fly. He reached in and released a hefty black penis, still unhardened but impressive. It sported a full foreskin, the head completely covered with that extra prepuce extending another half inch. I took a strong hit on the popper bottle.
He exercised his organ for a bit, teasing me at the same time. My longing for his fat meat produced salivation in my mouth and on my dick. He tugged at the foreskin and slowly worked it all the way back, exposing a massive dark purple head. The piss slit was long and wet with precum. His cock had come to full attention and now stood out from his open fly a full seven inches. I desperately needed to serve him. My mouth was open at the hole, my tongue anticipating the taste of big black cock. Then he made the turn.
This man inserted his cock into the gloryhole and into my waiting mouth at the same moment, as my face was pressed into the partition, my lips an open cunt for him to fuck, my throat a deep vagina designed to accept the biggest cocks. He slid it in and pushed all the way until that fat head closed off my windpipe. I didn’t need air. How wonderful it felt, like a steel rod wrapped in black velvet, penetrating me, demanding I yield and open to his thrusts.
I could hear him speaking, though it was muffled by the booth structure. What was he saying? I listened more intently.
“That’s it. Take it, you cocksucker!”
Oh, anger! Degrading language! My dick got noticeably harder. Would he dominate me? I sucked with even more worshipful vigor. I backed off his cock and began to kiss it. I licked it from bottom to top. I stuck my tongue forcefully into his pisshole and pulled his foreskin closed over my tongue.
“I need to drink your piss,” I said aloud.
I took the cock back into my throat, retracting his foreskin with my mouth.
“Oh yeah?” I heard him reply.
So, he was not opposed to the idea.
The man pulled back out of the hole, leaving my hungry mouth vacant. He spoke again, with authority,
“I’m coming over there.”
Not a question, not a request. A statement of fact. As he left his booth, I undid the catch on my door. He pushed it open and stepped in. He was a tall man with very black skin and a bit of a rounded belly. I scooted back on my knees to accommodate his size. With the door still open and a couple of looky-loos hanging around outside getting an eyeful, he demanded,
“Show me your dick!”
I reached between my legs and displayed my hard and dripping cock.
“Put it on the floor,” he ordered.
I had to spread my legs wide to lower my ass to the filthy, cum covered bottom of that peep-show booth, but I did manage to get my penis down into the slime. Then, he stepped on it, and the guys outside could see him do it. He was wearing black leather wing-tips, a man’s size 12. He stepped down hard, flattening my cock under his weight, then he unzipped, fished out his hard cock and shoved it down my throat as far as it would go. My nose was chafing on his zipper, my lips were pressed into his boxers.
“This is the order of things now. This is where my dick belongs, and that is where your dick belongs.”
Then he closed the door. I nearly came.
As the man who now took possession of me stepped back, he unhooked his belt and dropped trou, stepping out of them adroitly, even with his shoes on. Next came the briefs. He hung it all from the crevice of the door and sat in the bucket seat. Then he pulled his legs up and brought his feet by his head. In that tiny booth, I was kneeling, spread legged and low, right in front of him, my cock still throbbing from its degrading punishment
“Clean my ass,” he said. “I took a shit this morning and I’m not sure if I wiped it clean enough. Get your tongue in there and find out. Smell it first to see where any residue might be.”
I was delirious. Was this really happening, here, in an ABS? The onlookers had an eye in the gloryhole on each side. I was about to tongue clean a strange black man’s ass with an audience witnessing my degradation. How thrilling!
I stuck my nose into the ripe warmth of his anal crack. Yes, it stunk of shit and sweat and excitement. Out came my tongue, first to lick the crack from one end to the other. Then I planted a kiss, a passionate kiss on his shithole. I Frenched that orifice, stabbing my tongue deeply to lick out every wrinkle and crevice. Yes, I could taste shit and I wanted more of that heady bitterness. I made love to the hole he shits out of and imagined those turds exiting the very spot where my tongue and lips caressed him. Suddenly I was overcome with extreme excitement as I found myself ejaculating spontaneously. My come shot all over the floor and I immediately lost that carefully honed edge.
He knew what had happened.
“We’re not done. You aren’t here for your pleasure. You’re here for mine. To get your head back in the game, suck on my balls for awhile,” he said.
I knew he was right. My commitment to serving as a cum dump and toilet for men, especially black men, extended well beyond the excitement of a single cumshot. I needed to serve because that was my job, my duty and my responsibility as a cock and toilet slave. I started by licking his ballsack, then taking each one into my mouth. Soon I was enthusiastically sucking his testicles.
“Glad you’re back,” he said in a friendly tone. “Take the head of my cock between your lips. Don’t suck.”
I did as ordered. I knew the purpose of this position. Did he? My questions were answered with the first burst of piss. The initial squirt turned into a stream. My mouth filled and I gulped, then my mouth filled again and again I gulped it down. His piss was strong and there was a lot of it. He kept refilling my mouth and I kept swallowing, getting my breaths in as he filled my mouth, then holding my breath as I swallowed twelve mouths full. I was dizzy. Maybe from the intermittent breathing, maybe from the thrill of him transferring the entire contents of his bladder into my stomach via my mouth and throat. What a thrill it is to serve as a urinal.
“Now go back to my ass,” he ordered.
“Yessir!” I found myself saying.
I put my mouth over his anus and immediately felt him push. The muscle expanded into my mouth and the hole stretched open. I stuck my tongue in and tasted a bitter solid turd inside. His asshole closed immediately and took my tongue in with it. I could feel the texture of his shit with the tip of my tongue. He pushed again and as his anal opening bloomed it simultaneously pushed my tongue and the turd back into my mouth. As my lips closed I realized that this man, a stranger in an adult bookstore had just taken a shit in my mouth. Actually he took a piss and a shit in my mouth. He’d literally used my mouth as his toilet bowl.
“Open up, let me see it,” he demanded.
I opened my mouth and when the air got in is when I could really taste it and smell it. It was a powerful essence. He smiled.
“Hold your mouth open and raise up my shit on your tongue,” he instructed me.
He pointed his cock into my mouth and unbelievably started to piss, aiming at the shit on my tongue, breaking it up, forcing me to gulp and swallow all his waste. He washed my mouth with his piss. I thought he had emptied out before.
“Now clean my ass. And I want it perfect!” were his orders.
I dug in to the task. Now there was substantial bitter material to clean up. I mused, as I performed this base task, how I’d feel about spending the rest of my life naked on the floor of this man’s toilet, drinking his piss, eating his shit, licking his asshole clean. It was an incredibly appealing prospect. He broke into my reverie by pulling my head back by my hair as he lowered his legs and stood up. He pushed his rigidly hard cock into my mouth and down my throat and started fucking my head with powerful thrusts. I was helpless against this assault. My only tactic was to control my breathing, catching in and out breaths on each withdrawal from my throat. Suddenly, even that wasn’t possible any more. His big hands trapped my head tightly against his belly and his cock reached all the way down into my neck. I could feel the pulsing as he shot his load so deeply it would be deposited past my tongue, deep into my epiglottis, dripping right into my stomach to join his shit and piss.
He pulled out of my mouth, wiped the last few drops from his dick on my face and quickly pulled on his pants. As I watched from my position on the cum soaked floor, he opened the door and without a word disappeared around a corner. I heard the door chime as he left.
I got up off my knees in cramped pain and sought the relief of sitting on that bucket seat again. The audience had faded away and I was once more, alone. I took a hit of poppers and played with my dick, relishing the flavors lingering in my mouth and thinking about how well I’d been used and abandoned.
Then I heard the door chime ring.
