As a long time married guy with two kids, I’ve always considered myself to be a macho guy and only attracted to women. My wife and kids were out of town for the weekend so with time on my hands Friday evening I went into an Adult Bookstore and changed all of that. When I entered the place the odor of disinfectant permeated the store.  There wasn’t much of a crowd, just a few guys looking around the magazine racks and checking out the videos they had for sale there. 

I just happened to glance out the corner of my eye and noticed another guy watching me intently. I shrugged it off and continued to check out what kind of videos they had. 

I noticed a beaded curtain covering a doorway that led toward the back of the store where there were what appeared to be video booths. I asked the store manager, “Do I needed tokens for the booths?”

“No,” he replied, “For the customer’s convenience, they take quarters.”

I asked him then for change for a 5 dollar bill and headed down the hall to the booths. The back room consisted of two hallways and each hallway was lined with booths. There were ten booths in each row, totaling forty booths in all. It was very dark back there, so it took some time for my eye to adjust. I noticed as I walked down the hall a couple of guys peeking around the corner of one of the booths as I walked down the hall, I just ignored it and kept on going. I finally reached an unoccupied booth and went in. The first thing that I noticed was the smell…cigarettes, sweat, cum, piss, disinfectant, latex, leather, lube and then there was that fear that somehow you shouldn't be here.

I sat down on the bench and dropped in a couple of quarters.
The video automatically started to play on channel one and it was of a couple of hot chicks going down on a very well-endowed stud. Mouth agape, I watched as they took turns bobbing up and down on his hard cock and then I switched the channel. 

Channel two had a quite different scene. It was a guy sucking a huge cock and the stud being sucked was clearly enjoying it. 

The time was getting close to running out so I was just about to drop in some more quarters when a guy stuck his head in the door of my booth and saw what I was watching. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and said, “Hi.”
He said, “Hi, what are ya watching there guy?”
I told him, “I’m just scanning the channels and was ready to change it.”
“Can we leave it on this channel a few more minutes?” he asked, as he reached out and dropped in a couple of quarters of his own.
The guy sucking was really sucking the studs cock at this point. Bobbing up and down his thick shaft fast and deep. 

The guy in my booth with me asked, “Can I see it?” 

I asked, “What?”
He replied, “I want to see your cock.”
I am not overly endowed, only a little over 6-inches and cut, so I was taken by surprise by his request.  But I was starting to get hard watching the video of the guy sucking the other guy’s dick so I obliged him.

I unsnapped, unzipped my Levis, folded by the fly and showed him my cock. He looked it over and then asked, “Can I touch it?”

And completely out of character for me, I said, “ok.”
He reached down, wrapped his fingers around it and stroked it a few times.

I was freaking out inwardly that I was allowing another guy to play with my cock. But it felt good. Then I asked, “Can I see yours?”
He quickly unzipped, opened his pants and pulled out the most perfectly formed 8-inch uncut cock. It was already very hard and thick. Awed, I asked, “Can I touch it?”
He said, “Yes, yes you can.”
I was sitting on the bench and he was standing directly in front of me, his hard cock at eye level. I reached out and almost fearfully touched it with my finger. I couldn’t believe how hard it was. Wrapping my fingers around it, I started to slowly stroke his thick, hard powerful cock.
Touching another man’s cock for the first time made me so horny that without thinking I opened my mouth, leaned forward and took his thick cock in as far I could. Stopping only when its big head hit the back of my throat and my nose was buried in his thick clump of curly pubic hair. Emulating what I’d seen on the screen, I started bobbing up and down on his perfectly formed cock. 

He reached down and laid his hand on the back of my head and said, “Watch the teeth, faggot.”

Covering them with my lips I started moving up and down again. With a muffled, “Uuuuuuugh,” he tightened his fingers in my hair and started pushing and pulling my head, causing my mouth to move up and down on his thick shaft. 

I was totally freaking at my own delight in doing him.
I could feel his cock starting to pulsate as I continued to let him pull my head up and down on his shaft. I could feel the swollen head throbbing against the back of my throat as he held his cock deep in my mouth for a couple of seconds. 

When he took his hand away for a moment, I continued bobbing up and down on his cock on my own again.  He started to softly groan, “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” as he was building towards a climax.
I could taste his pre-cum in my mouth as I tried to take all of his huge cock in my mouth and swallow the head. As his balls pressed against my chin I felt them tighten. Almost brutally he grabbed the back of my head once more and pulled me to him so hard that the head of his cock went into my throat.

"Oh shit, here it is. I'm cumming," he moaned as I felt the first squirt of his warm salty load being shot into my throat.
Tightening my lips, I started bobbing up and down on his cock. Loosening his grip on my head, he screeched, “Suck that dick you fucking queer,” as he continued to shoot squirt after squirt of his thick hot cum into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but my mouth was soon full and his cum started to leak out the corners of my mouth and ooze down my chin. 

After the last shot of cum I let his cock slip out of my mouth and tried to swallow the remaining of his load. 

When he reached for a tissue to clean up, I grabbed his hand and said, "Wait, let me do that." Then I leaned forward and took his sticky flaccid, but still thick cock into my mouth. I could feel his eyes on me as I cleaned it off for him.

“Thanks faggot,” he said as he put his cock back in his pants, “that was the best blowjob I have ever gotten from anyone."
He zipped up his pants and started to turn to leave but I told him, “wait,” as I reached in my pocket and pulled out a business card with my cell phone number on it. “If he ever wanted to drain his balls in my mouth again,” I told him, “Just give me a call.” As he put the card in his pocket I said, “My wife will be out of town until Sunday night. 

He called me both Saturday and Sunday evening with the ending pretty much the same only at his apartment. I hadn’t brushed my teeth so I wondered if she could smell and taste his cum on my breath when I gave Barbara a welcome home kiss.

After that weekend I’ve been called quite a few more times. Since meeting Tyler, I’ve developed quite a taste for his salty cum.

The end…




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