Brandon's Becoming Adventurous
Brandon had just satisfied his fifth cock. He licked his lips and ran a finger up from his bare chest, scooping errant dribbles of cum. Salty and musky, it was rapidly becoming his favorite flavor. He had removed his shirt and was using it as a cushion as he knelt on the linoleum floor.
He continued snapping pictures of the dripping cocks and his cum covered face after each one. He did not send these photos, they were just for him. Somewhere around the second load Brandon had to silence his phone because it wouldn’t stop buzzing. A friend must have tagged him in something but he didn't care about the outside world right now, just the hole in the wall and the cocks that came through it.
He had pleased a stubby pale penis with a mushroom head that poked out from a forest of red fur. After that was a cock that shaped quite like his own, an average length with extra foreskin that hung over the tip even when hard. The guy who just left had a slender dark brown dick. Brandon had a pleasant ache from how the fat head had stretched his throat.
The sound of a zipper being pulled down made Brandon whip his head to attention. His mouth opened, his tongue out and wiggling as he leaned toward the glory hole. A pair of bright blue denim jeans stood on the other side, the fly was parted wide, exposing a bush of tight black and grey curls and a growing brown cock.
“Phew, boy. You reek of cum,” a voice spoke through the wall. “How many loads are in your belly?”
“Five,” Brandon crooned. He ran his tongue along the shaft to tease his new guest and then added, “about to be six.”
“Fuuuck,” the man said groaning. Brandon used his tongue to pull the twitching cock-head into his mouth. He gently sucked on the tip to encourage it to grow. Using just his lips he pulled more of the shaft into his mouth. He lavished in the unique taste expanding on his tongue. A deep moan came from the other side of the wall and Brandon’s nipples hardened.
“You just gonna hang out in the booth or are you gonna visit the big room?” the stranger asked.
Brandon tried to respond but could only mumble with seven or eight inches of dick in his mouth. He pulled back, letting the man's member slide out from between his lips. The cock bounced in the air as Brandon responded to the question.
“First time here,” he paused to lick the dripping slit. “This is the only room I've been in.”
“Oh, you've got to see the big room” the man said, pulling his cock back through the hole. He stuffed his hard-on back into the tight jeans with effort. “Get dressed then follow me down the hallway to the right.”
Brandon hopped up and dressed, only mildly curious about this other room and mostly following the cock he hadn't fully pleased. His shirt stuck to dollops of semen on his pale chest. His erect nipples tingled as they rubbed against the fabric of his shirt.
He opened the door and looked out to the dim hallway. To the left the corridor was still empty, some of the doors hung open a crack. To the right the overhead lights were off. Colorful flashes of changing light made slivers of light spilling from cracks in doors ajar. The beams made sinister lines of illumination lighting just enough to distinguish the hallway from the void.
Brandon spotted the bright blue denim jeans he’d seen through the hole. The fabric tightly hugged the man's ass as he walked away without looking back. Apprehension kept Brandon's feet planted but a hunger deep in his core fought for curiosity. He hesitantly took a step, and then another, walking out of the dim light and into the mysterious gloom ahead.
He slowly walked down the hallway trying to keep his eyes fixed on the denim ass he was following. Doors were open and moans crept out into the hallway. Gasps and grunts echoed softly. Brandon's eyes followed the sounds. Through slits in doorways he saw peaks and flashes of dicks, asses, silhouettes of bodies. The further down the hallway he went, the more often rooms had wide open doors, and frequently more than one occupant. The ass he followed rounded a corner and disappeared. Brandon quickened his pace to catch up, still catching glimpses of semi-public sex as he hurried past the rooms.
He turned the corner to find a double door which read “Theater” in bold white letters. The right door was swinging shut toward him and through the opening, he could hear the groovy bass of a porno soundtrack. The door clicked shut and Brandon hesitated once again, a familiar anxiousness welling up, but tempered by an exciting curiosity. He could just poke his head in and if he didn’t like it he’d go back to his booth with the hole in the wall.
He pressed the push handle for the right-side door which clacked open, and poked his head through the gap. Inside, he could see a row of seats silhouetted against a huge projector screen. The film was a gay orgy scene that immediately caught Brandon’s attention. It showed a top-down view of a man in some kind of hammock surrounded by men on all sides. Brandon began to fondle himself and he turned his head to look around the rest of the room.
“No peeping Toms,” shouted a voice inside the room. The door Brandon had been leaning on came away from him, and he stumbled into the dark theater. He heard chuckles over the moans and bass of the porn movie and his face flushed red.
The door clicked shut behind him, and Brandon took stock of his surroundings. The room was at least as big as the shop out front. The far left wall was only a screen, the other walls were lined with couches of different colors and styles on which sat men of different shapes and sizes. The men were in varying states of undress but most of them had their cocks out. Some were still looking at him, others had focused back on the screen. This was the most penises Brandon had seen at one time and his mouth began to water.
“Psst!” a voice whispered to his right, “Take a seat, kid.” Brandon turned to look and saw a soft, wrinkled, and smiling face of an older man. He recognized the man’s bright blue jeans and noticed the large bulge between his legs. The man winked at him and patted the seat to his right. Brandon sat down on the loveseat at the back of the room. He felt goosebumps rise up on his skin, unconsciously reacting to the excitement of being in a room full of masturbating men.
Without much room on the small couch Brandon was pressed close to this stranger. In no time the older man’s hands were all over Brandon. He had wrapped his right arm around Brandon's shoulders and his left hand grabbed Brandon’s knee. He was pulled closer and his leg lifted onto the stranger's lap. He ran his hand up the inside of Brandon’s thick thigh and fondled his bulging crotch. Brandon felt the man’s hot breath on his neck and heard the man whisper into his ear.
“How’s your first Adventure?” the voice was sultry and seductive.
“Uh, good,” Brandon responded breathlessly. The man’s long arms seemed to be coming at him from every side. His right nipple was being tweaked through the cotton fabric of his shirt. The man had snaked his hand up the leg of Brandon’s shorts and was wiggling his fingers under the elastic of Brandon’s tighty-whities.
“Let me show you a good time, huh?” the man asked as the tip of his tongue traced circles on Brandon’s flushed neck.
“Uhn,” Brandon mumbled a reply lost to the heat of the moment.
“What was that?” the man teased, his fingers had found the tip of Brandon’s foreskin, and he was gently tugging and rubbing the loose skin.
“Yeeah,” Brandon breathed out, and his mouth was suddenly pressed to the man’s in a hot, rough kiss. The man's arm pulled Brandon’s head forward into the kiss. His spine stiffened; this was his first kiss. A strange old man stole his first kiss in the back of a seedy porn theater. He tasted mint and ash as the man’s tongue slid into his mouth. The taste was mildly unpleasant, but that seemed to make his cock even harder. He kissed back and spread his legs for the man who was ravishing him.
The hand retreated from the leg of his shorts and went to his fly, working expertly to undo the fastenings. Before he realized it the man had pulled his pants and underwear off, and his bare ass was on the plastic faux leather of the couch. The man broke off the kiss and gave Brandon a wink. He glanced downward towards Brandon’s leaking pale cock and then spoke.
“That needs some attention,” his voice was hungry. Without waiting for a response, he grabbed the inside of Brandon's knee and lifted it, spinning the younger man sideways on the couch. His head dove between Brandon’s wide thighs and his mouth wrapped around the drooling pale dick. Brandon let out a surprised yelp at the sudden oral attack. It felt like he had been sucked into a hot wet vacuum and he could already feel the tell-tale signs of a climax. Brandon saw heads turn and heard chuckles mixed with noises of approval.
“Clarence is molesting one of the newbies again,” a disembodied voice heckled. Brandon’s face flushed with the excitement of being watched. The older man, Clarence, apparently, was bobbing his head up and down on Brandon’s cock, seeming to relish the taste of the younger man. His strong hands held Brandon down, even though he couldn’t imagine wanting to move from this spot. Brandon settled into the cushions of the couch, reclining till his head found the armrest.
He found himself letting out a low and sustained moan in response to the other man’s skilful mouth-work. One foot on the back of the sofa the other flat on the floor. He found leverage and his hips began to thrust, wanting, needing to be more deeply enveloped.
“Ah-ah-ahh,” Clarence chided, a stern stare locking eyes with Brandon. He had removed Brandon’s dick from his mouth and licked at it absently without breaking eye contact. The strong hands pushed Brandon's hips back down. Clarence spoke no words, but Brandon understood, he was to lay back and enjoy himself, or else. With a wink the older man switched focus and was back to devouring Brandon’s cock.
Long deft bobs, a tongue that twisted and teased. Brandon could feel his balls rising up, a tightness in his chest. He resisted the urge to thrust but felt the orgasm rising with in him. One of the soft hands of the older man had worked it’s wait down to Brandon’s crotch. The wrinkly fingers wrapped around his balls and tugged them down and away from his penis. This elicited a startled yelp from Brandon, they had become so sensitive this close to—
“Oh no you don’t,” Clarence said pulling his head back from Brandon’s cock. “If I wanted to swallow it I’d be back at those glory holes.” He winked at Brandon who was squirming under his grip. Clarence slid himself up Brandon’s ample torso, his practiced hands lifted Brandon’s shirt. He grabbed at the younger man’s chest and nipples as he kissed the pale neck. After a few moments of this Brandon noticed a sudden lack of sensations, the absence of this man’s strong fingers. He then heard the solid thunk of metal on linoleum. His eyes snapped open to see Clarence looming above him.
“I want that load somewhere else, sailor,” Clarence whispered. The older man began to straddle Brandon’s lap. He felt his slick cock slide between two soft, warm cheeks. Brandon gasped as his exposed tip found purchase at this man’s back door. It was slick and warm and inviting. “I came prepared,” Clarence boasted as he thrust his hips backward.
Something prickled at the back of Brandon’s mind, something important. Clarence’s mouth was on his again, roughly kissing him. Brandon’s planted right foot came in use as he thrust against the older man's backside. Slipping and sliding between those soft cheeks. The man’s hot breath was intoxicating. A hand was bracing Brandon’s cock, and his head again met Clarence’s slick hole. It felt good, skin against skin.
“Condom?” Brandon asked in a gasp, a flood of stilted safe sex seminars rising to mind as cold sweat broke out on his lower back.
“Oh, you think you can get me pregnant?” Clarence whispered the taunt against Brandon’s neck. Brandon felt the man's asshole pucker against his tip. “Try it!”
Brandon was effectively cajoled, he shifted his ample weight and thrust his hips upward. His cock-head found Clarence’s slick back door and slid in. He felt the man tense slightly but Brandon’s singular goal was to be deep in this hole.
“Easy tiger,” the older man said with a grunt, “You just relax, let ol' Clarence take you for a ride.” The hunger was back, burning in Brandon’s chest, Clarence eased himself down onto Brandon’s cock, and it abated. The man leaned back, lifting his head up and locked eyes with Brandon. He smirked and slid his ass down the younger man’s length with a practiced ease. He let out a contented sigh as he settled onto Brandon's lap.
Eyes still locked on Brandon he lifted his ass back up sliding the cock out of his hole, pausing with just the tip left inside. He held himself there, continuing to tease Brandon who was resisting a feral urge to thrust and rut. Clarence looked pleased with him and leaned back to engulf the pale cock once more. Brandon found himself sighing in relief as he was welcomed back into Clarence’s warm hole. He relaxed as he had been instructed and let the mature man lead him through his first fuck.
He had a steady pace, and liked to tease the younger man. Clarence rode back and forth pressing his own cock against Brandon’s large white belly. It occurred to Brandon that the man was mostly pleasing himself, using Brandon’s body for his own means. It felt amazing to be an object of pleasure. His member swelled and throbbed deep inside Clarence. Brandon found himself riding the edge of an orgasm, tensing with anticipation. The older man seemed to notice this too and slowed his pace. He gave the younger man a wicked grin and shifted his body to be more upright. This position got Brandon even deeper and his eyes rolled back in pleasure.
“Now the real ride begins yougin’” Clarence said, punctuating the sentence with a hard bounce on Brandon’s lap. He gripped the back of the couch and placed his other hand on Brandon’s chest for leverage. He began to gyrate his hips, keeping the cock deep inside while bouncing. Tight, ecstatic friction. Rhythmic penetration. Brandon was sputtering beneath this man’s talented motions, no longer able to form words. This egged Clarence on. He picked up the pace. Brandon was back on the edge of his second orgasm and wanted to warn the older man but the best he could do was babble. Fortunately, Clarence knew the language of men on the cusp.
“That’s it boy, give me that load,” Clarence demanded in a husky whisper. “Shoot it up inside me.” Brandon assented with a burst of cum. He saw stars and became lost in the feeling. He could sense nothing else but the pleasure of Clarence's slick tight hole. The fleeting thought of losing his virginity flitted by in the blissful void.
The older man pushed himself down tensing and relaxing his hole to milk the young cock for all it was worth. Brandon came back with a gasp and another burst. He saw the expression of pure pleasure on Clarence's face, a greedy hunger. he found his hands around the waist of the older man holding him down while he unloaded. Another volley shot out of Brandon and into Clarence.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” said an unfamiliar voice. Brandon looked up into the semi-darkness but could only make out a the shape of a penis being furiously jerked above his head. A wet hot spurt of cum landed on Brandon’s face. He licked his lips and swallowed the cum he could get into his mouth. A few more ropes landed on his face and chest then the cock disappeared into the darkness.
Clarence was still atop him and was massaging his thick brown penis into Brandon's plump stomach. Brandon lifed his hips up to keep himself inside while his debaucherous partner got his own nut off. Brandon was mildly surprised he was still rock hard after such a powerful orgasm, but he used it to make Clarence feel great. The strong dark hand that was on Brandon’s chest now held his soft belly firm against the frotting cock.
Brandon egged him with upward thrusts. Another cock appeared from the darkness. It was maybe four inches long and tapered bluntly behind the head to a shaft almost twice as thick. The man holding it moved two fingers up and down the underside and inched closer to Brandon and Clarence. Brandon tilted his head and opened his mouth inviting the man to slide in. He did just that and Brandon soon found out just how thick it was.
His member buried deep in Clarence's cummy hole, and a new cock stretching his jaw to it’s limit’s Brandon was reveling in myriad pleasures. He flicked his tongue around the glans in his mouth and sweet, salty precum slicked his tongue. The thick cock was fucking his face in slow steady thrusts.
With his mouth full and his nose intermittently covered with sweaty balls Brandon breathed in desperate gulps. He could hear Clarence panting and swearing and guessed he was close. Brandon wriggled free an arm that had been pinned to the couch and brought it up to Clarence’s chest. He found a nipple through the rough shirt and gave it a hard pinch.
The bouncing on his lap stopped, and for a brief moment, Brandon thought he had done something wrong.
“Fuuuck,” Clarence bellowed as a hot, thick rope landed on Brandon’s belly and chest. Some hit his chin, and he could taste it on the clock sliding in and out of his mouth. The pace of the face fuck picked up, and the cadence became more haphazard. Brandon’s earlier experience told him to open his throat and prepare to swallow.
Another spurt hit his chin, and he felt Clarence sag. The salty taste of cum covered cock had Brandon drooling around the drilling. He could tell the man fucking his face was saying something but he barely cared. A hard solid thrust found the back of Brandon’s throat. It retreated slightly and then shoved back in. Brandon opened his throat just in time for the gush of salty hot cum. It didn’t shoot in bursts but rather a thick steady stream. He swallowed desperately to keep up.
The cock was removed from his mouth and oozed out more hot salty cum onto his face. Brandon had barely caught his breath before Clarence was on top of him. Kissing and swapping the cum between their tongues. Brandon’s softening penis slipped out of the older man’s hole and the cool air made Brandon shiver. He wrapped his arms around Clarence and the two recuperated in a sticky cummy heap.
After a minute, or an hour, or days the two parted and sat back up. Asses sticking to the vinyl couch. Clarence’s shirt had soaked up much of the cum and was more stain then shirt. Brandon's wasn’t in much better shape. Clarence put his arm around Brandon and pulled the younger man close. They recuperated while finally watching the porno projected on the far wall.
Men shuffled in and out of the room. Moans and grunts accented the audio track. The two found themselves getting aroused again. Clarence became handsy once more and Brandon’s nipples hardened under his cum-stained shirt. Brandon’s cock twitched as Clarence’s stubble tickled his neck once again.
“We have a bit of an audience,” the older man whispered. Brandon looked out at the room and noticed several guys were facing away from the movie and at them instead. “Probably some willing participants too.” Brandon felt his face flush but for once it wasn’t accompanied by the butterflies.
“Sounds like fun,” he replied reaching down to his growing cock. The two kissed briefly.
Clarence removed his arm from behind him and bent down to where his bright denim jeans had fallen. He came back up with the smallest zip-top bag Brandon had ever seen. It wasn’t much bigger than a postage stamp but had several blue rhombus-shaped tablets inside.
“I ain’t as young as I once was,” Clarence said with a wink as he popped a tablet in his mouth. He swallowed hard. Brandon was surprised as school lectures on recreational drug use started running through his mind
“I’m happy to share, though it looks like you don’t need one,” Clarence said. He used a finger to press down on Brandon’s growing hardon. He let go, and the cock bounced right back up, flinging droplets of precum. Brandon’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“I’ve never tried drugs before…” he whispered. Clarence cocked his head and stared at him like he was speaking a different language and then laughed heartily.
“They’re boner pills,” Clarence said, twisting to swing his growing chub back and forth. “You ain’t got no heart problems, right?” Brandon shook his head, and the old man handed him a tablet. The younger man stared at it for several moments, hesitating. He noticed his cock was deflating. The whispering voice of Sara came back to prickle at his thoughts. In response, Brandon popped the tiny blue tablet and swallowed.
“My man,” Clarence said, slapping Brandon on the back. “Let’s get some strange!”
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