Brandon could best be described as cuddly. He stood at a modest five foot seven, his soft round belly was always trying to peek out of the bottom of his shirts. His pale arms had faint dusting red hair from his knuckles up to his shoulders. He had gained the nickname teddy bear for his cute and soft appearance. However, today he was a grumpy teddy bear which was still cute, but in a different way. He climbed into his slate gray economy hatchback with a huff. He slammed the car door shut, mumbling to himself. His clean shaven face was flushed, partially in anger but mostly from embarrassment.
“A prude?” Brandon muttered hotly while wrapping the seat belt around his belly. He meticulously adjusted his mirrors and prepared to reverse out of his parking spot. “Never in my life. She has no idea what she's talking about.”
While checking his blind spot he caught sight of Sara walking out of the café with a bewildered look about her. Brandon stepped on the gas and quickly made his getaway from the failed date. That’s the last time I try to meet someone on social media, Brandon thought with a frown.
In a disgruntled haze he grumbled to himself, driving without a destination in mind. A conversation with himself took most of his focus. He for sure was no prude. Alright, he could be a little shy, and he had never kissed a girl before but he was just waiting for the right one! And it sure wasn't Sara!
A car horn blared and Brandon's attention snapped back to the road just in time to see the stop sign he had blown past. Panic struck, he could almost see the police lights in his rear-view. Heart pounding in his chest he turned into a parking lot. He admitted to himself that he was much too upset to drive.
As he pulled into a parking spot he noticed the opaque black fence that wrapped around the lot. He couldn't see the road from any of the spots, and he assumed the reverse was true. A few cars and tucks filled in about half the lot’s capacity. His failed date had brought him to a side of town he never visited. Brandon looked around to see what kind of business he had driven to.
The words “Adult Adventures,” were glowing in neon red letters on the side of the building. The walls were white washed and interspersed with support beams painted a deep blue. Display windows housed headless mannequins dressed in leather, latex, collars, bralettes, and skirts short enough to show underwear. There were whips and handcuffs and suggestive accouterments around the mannequins.
His face flushed and his cock stirred in his shorts. An adult store, a sex shop. Despite being twenty-six he had never entered one of these places. To him the thought of shopping at a store like this was quite embarrassing. The things inside seemed too intimate to just be sold to anyone. Sex toys just out on display!
“You’re so vanilla,” the sound of Sara’s deriding comments echoed through Brandon's brain.
The heat under his collar was back. It wasn’t true. His hands were moving without conscious thought. Switching off the ignition, unbuckling his seatbelt, opening the car door. He was muttering to himself on his way through the parking lot. Not true. He could only hear his tennis shoes scuffing against the rough pavement. I am adventurous. His hand was on the doorknob before he noticed.
He twisted the sun warmed metal handle and a blast of cool air blew past him. He stepped into a small room with all black walls. In front of him was a scuffed metal door with a sign that read in thick lettering “IDs checked for all patrons upon entrance.” Brandon swallowed hard and reached for the handle. He was going to enter and shop and it was going to be cool and good because he was not a prudish kid. He grasped the handle ready to enter, and pushed but the door didn’t budge. Brandon pushed again, harder, to no avail. A chuckle came from his right and Brandon almost jumped out of his skin in fright.
He whipped around to see a plexiglass window. Through the window Brandon could see a chubby man in a faded orange button down shirt. He had a receding hairline that was cropped short, and stubble across his cheeks. He seemed to be about fifty but Brandon was never good at guessing ages.
“ID,” the man said, almost bored. Brandon felt that his stomach was in his throat but he tried to calm himself down. He took a grounding breath, in through the nose out through the mouth, as he turned toward the window. There was a small counter that jutted out from the wall cluttered with baskets and piles of pamphlets. The man tapped on a metal slot where the plexiglass met the counter.
Brandon approached, fishing his wallet out of his back pocket. He opened the faux-leather bi-fold and shuffled through the cards until he found his driver’s license. He placed the card into the slot. The man’s thick hand snatched it; he held it up in line with Brandon's face and glared back and forth between the two. Brandon felt himself smile awkwardly while being scrutinized by this stranger. He still felt as if his heart was trying to escape through his windpipe.
The man slapped the card back down as quickly as he had picked it up. Brandon reached for it and briefly brushed the man's rough hand. The man grunted something that sounded like, “Go on,” but the words were cut off by a loud clack and then the sudden drone of a buzzer.
Brandon looked around to figure out what was going on, his heart was still racing. The man repeated himself louder and Brandon turned back to the metal door, a red light had illuminated above the frame. He shuffled over to try the handle again, this time it opened at his push.
He stepped from the dark entry way into the shop proper and was surrounded by adult novelties of every type. Shelves of porn videos on his left, racks of adult magazines on his right and the white slatted walls were lined with sex toys of all shapes, colors and sizes. Leather straps and skimpy costumes adorned mannequins along the back wall. There were glass cases of metal cages and pinchers. Erotically shaped candy, edible underwear and so many different dildos.
Brandon wandered through the aisles and took in the sights. The porn was organized into categories. Things Brandon had never seen before. All girls, all boys, mixes of both, trans porn too. All sorts of body types, different costumes, fat nurses, pencil thin teachers, buff firefighters, chubby plumbers. A khaki tent had formed in the front of Brandon's shorts which felt both wrong and right. He pushed down on the head of his penis trying to make the bulge less noticeable before he left the aisle.
He almost jumped as the loud buzzer sounded and the door he had just walked through opened. Brandon peaked around a shelf of DVDs to see a tall man in a black jacket walk through the opened door. The man’s face was obscured by a low ball cap and a pair of dark sunglasses. He walked through the middle aisle and toward a black door on the back wall. Above the door was a glowing neon sign that read in red "Video Arcade." The man swiftly opened the door and disappeared into the dark hallway beyond.
Brandon walked over toward the door as it closed behind the man, wanting to know what kind of games were back there. He reached for the metal door handle only to find the door locked. Confused, Brandon turned around, the crackle of an intercom caused him to jump once again.
“Gotta pay cover to use the booths,” a twangy voice spoke from the ceiling. Brandon noticed a small security camera mounted on the ceiling. The camera was next to an ancient looking black and white CRT TV. Though the image was grainy Brandon could see it was showing an overhead view of himself back to him.
“What are the booths for?” Brandon asked in the seemingly empty room. A crackly chuckle came out of the speaker and the buzzer sounded again. Brandon’s face flushed with embarrassment. Maybe Sara was right.
“First time’s on the house sweetie,” the voice must have been the man checking IDs at the front Brandon reasoned. He turned back to the door and grasped the handle. I am not a prude. He was gonna find out what the booths were for first hand.
He found himself in a dark and narrow hallway, his eyes adjusted to the gloom. There was slight illumination provided by dim red lights-bulbs in sockets running down the hallway’s ceiling. Doors lined the both walls and the faint sound of moaning and overlapping bass tracks filled the air. He stepped past the first door which was ajar, he could see the flashing lights of a video and clearly hear the sound of porn coming from a small TV. He poked his head in to see a nude man masturbating violently.
“Sorry,” Brandon squeaked out as he stepped back from the door, his face was hot and his pants were tight.
A piece of paper was slotted in a frame at eye height on the door, this paper read “Straight - Gonzo,” in bold letters. He turned and saw other signs on other doors listing different porn scenarios. Lesbian, anal, group, bisexual, gang-bang. The tent in his khaki shorts was quite prominent and a little painful. Most of the doors were shut, some were open. He found a shut door that read “Gangbang,” and approached it, his knees shaking slightly with each step.
Brandon hesitantly opened the door to the arcade stall. He was unconsciously holding his breath wondering if it was occupied. The dimly lit room was empty and a musky scent hung in the air. There was a wooden chair across from the door that hadn't seen better days in at least a decade. He stepped over the threshold noticing the sounds of pornography. He glanced over at the television and saw a scene of one woman surrounded by at least four guys. His turgid erection strained even harder against the fly of his Y-front briefs. He looked down and could see the visible bulge poking out a bit from beneath his belly.
Brandon pushed the door closed behind him absentmindedly, struggling to take his eyes off the screen which now showed the woman completely nude and bouncing on the lap of one of the men. Brandon was transfixed by the performance. The actress had a cock in each hand, and was alternately blowing the two men that stood in front of her. The men around her displayed a range of skin tones, ages, and sizes.
Brandon noticed he had begun to stoke himself through his khaki shorts. Being in a room specifically for masturbation this struck him as silly. H chuckled to himself as he crossed over to the singular chair. He tried not to think too hard about the stains on the seat cushion. He undid his pants and pulled them off gently. He folded them over the back of the chair and sat down facing the screen.
He parted the fly on the front of his white briefs and released his aching five inch cock. Precum had built up under his foreskin and was dripping onto the seat. Some wiry red hairs poked out around his cock. Brandon began to stroke slowly, focusing on the gang-bang on the screen in front of him. The men rotated who was where, each getting stroked, sucked and ridden by the moaning woman. Brandon kept finding himself staring at the different cocks feeling a tingling between his legs. Everyone probably did that. Cocks were half the sexual organs involved in sex, of course they were interesting. Doesn't mean anything.
The sound of a knock at the door broke through the drone of the pornography and startled Brandon once again.
“Uh…occupied,” Brandon said without thinking. His face was suddenly hot and flushed.
“I'd sure hope so,” came a twangy southern voice from the other side of the door.
Brandon chuckled nervously and tried to focus back on the film and his stroking. A few of the men had cum on the woman's face. A fat man grunted and shuffled in front of the woman furiously fisting his short, thick cock. The man aimed and the woman thrust her face forward just as he shot a large load on her face and chest. Brandon absentmindedly licked his lips.
“Fuck,” Brandon said to himself, feeling his balls rise tight to the base of his cock. He had barely even started and could sense the finish line around the corner. He let go of his manhood and took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He needed to slow down and enjoy instead of rushing it.
When Brandon opened his eyes again a thick circumcised cock was poking into his booth through a sizable hole in the wall. The cock curved up toward the ceiling. It had to be at least eight inches, the balls were hairless and pushed forward with a silver cock ring. A slight drip of precum escaped the reddish purple mushroom head and Brandon felt his mouth began to water.
He heard an expectant cough and the cock wiggled suggestively at him. He opened his mouth to decline the offer when Sara's voice came back to mind.
You're less than vanilla, Brandon. I need someone who has an adventurous streak.
The cock retreated back through the wall, Brandon could hear some shuffling noises coming from the other side. After a moment a mustached mouth was visible through the hole. Plump reddish purple lips puckered at the entrance. A thick and fat tongue ran across the lips and then wiggled at Brandon.
“Let me have a taste,” the twangy voice was a husky whisper now. “I promise you’ll love it.” Brandon’s face was burning, his cock twitched and dribbled in between his thick pale thighs.
Less than vanilla.
He stood up forcefully, rocking the ancient chair backward with his urgent need to prove the voice wrong. He shuffled over to the waiting mouth at the gloryhole. This turgid cock waggled in front of him as he approached.
“That’s it boy,” the open mouth was a hungry smirk as Brandon closed the distance. Closer he could see the man’s five o’clock shadow and unbuttoned faded orange shirt. Brandon leaned himself forward, he was on autopilot, letting his little head lead the way. The thick tongue wiggled out toward Brandon’s cock and playfully licked the tip, it came away with a thick strand of precum.
“Uncut ginger. One of my favorite flavors,” the man whispered. His tongue retracted back through the hole continuing to wiggle. “Take them britches off and get closer boy,” the twang seemed to grab Brandon by the base of his spine and move him to action. He slid his fingers under his waistband and pulled the briefs down to his ankles. Fully exposed Brandon took aim. His cock disappeared through the hole and his soft belly pressed against the wall.
Brandon felt hot breath on his exposed cock, he could hear soft moans of appreciation through the hole. He felt the tongue flick across the head of his penis again, slower this time but still brief. Brandon hungered for more and pressed himself further into the hole, feeling the padding push against his pubic mound. He turned his head to the side, leaning into the wall and waited.
A rough hand cupped his balls, the touch was electrifying and a shiver ran up Brandon’s spine. More hot breath. Another teasing lick. The warm tongue snaked under Brandon’s foreskin and the sensation was almost too much. Brandon groaned and his cock wiggled in the cool air on the other side of the wall. A husky chuckle tickled an unfamiliar place deep inside Brandon.
“I’ll stop teasing ya. I just love tuh build the excitement,” the man crooned. He swiiftly delivered on his promise as the entirety of Brandon's shaft was enveloped in a warm wet mouth.
He felt the man's nose poke into the soft fat above his cock and the rough scruff of chin hairs on his balls. He could feel the tongue run up and down his shaft, sliding around and massaging him. The man’s lips became tight around his base and Brandon felt suction as the man slid back and forth along his shaft. The hand around his balls gripped him tightly. It was too much, Brandon saw stars and felt his cock start to spasm.
He came hard, shooting volleys of cum into the mouth of a man he couldn’t see. He heard himself moaning and grunting. The oral assault did not stop through the entirety of Brandon’s orgasm. The man worked his mouth up and down the shaft sucking and slurping every drop of Brandon’s seed. Brandon’s hips began to jerk at the continued stimulation, the man was still sucking on him. He shuddered, his cock still rock hard in the man’s mouth. It was over as soon as it started, Brandon’s cock was swinging free in the cool air again.
“A quick shot huh?” the man’s teased. “Had to get every drop from you boy.”
Brandon’s breath came in quick shallow gasps. His cock was still twitching and throbbing he could feel his pulse pounding in his shaft. He had never had an orgasm hit him like this. The man on the other side of the wall was speaking to him but the pleasure prevented Brandon from being able to understand.
He stepped back from the wall, withdrawing himself from the glory hole and sank to his knees. His head was a spinning hot mess of pleasure and confusion. He was in the back room of a seedy adult bookstore. He had just had anonymous oral sex! A man just sucked him off! Brandon just had gay sex for the first time. And he fucking loved it.
“Ready for some quid, boy?” the southern twang broke through the haze of Brandon’s revelations.
“What’s quid?” Brandon asked. “I don’t do drugs.”
“Nah son, quid pro quo. You scratch my back, I scratch yours. I suck your cock, you…” The man let the sentence trail off. Without waiting for an answer the man thrust his own mostly hard cock back through the hole. Brandon’s face was hot again, a tingle rose from between his legs. The cock began to grow and precum welled up at the slit. Brandon licked his lips.
From his current position the cock was almost in his face. Brandon noticed details about the penis. The off-white color of the shaft, the deep purplish color of the head, the same color as the man’s lips, the way the veins bulged along the shaft. It was much larger than his. It was intimidating and exciting. The man’s balls were entirely hairless as was the skin behind the cock ring. There was a rich musky scent to it that seemed to fill Brandon's nostrils and go straight to his brain. He licked his lips excitedly, not exactly sure where to begin.
“It won't bite boy,” the man's drawl came from the other side of the wall. He continued, “I know you want to give it a taste.”
Brandon really wanted to give it a taste. He stuck his tongue out experimentally and he leaned forward. He aimed for the rivulet of precum that ran down the head. He wasn't prepared for the salty, semi-sweet taste of the cock and precum. The flavor had him going back in for more. Long laps along the shaft. Balls to tip. Excited, Hungry, almost comical. He was kissing it gently, reveling in the scent.
“Put it in your mouth boy,” there was a demanding tone in the man’s voice now, a hunger. It caused Brandon to pause. A little spark of fear, or was it lust? His gaze fixed on the man’s cock-head, It was shaped like a strawberry. Brandon could feel himself being to drool. He opened wide and put the swollen purple head into his mouth, instinctively curling his lips over his teeth.
The texture was soft and slick. Brandon took his time sliding his tongue all over the cock-head, tasting it from every angle. He could hear the man growling with pleasure through the hole in the wall. His saliva and the man’s precum made the cock quite slippery, he was making his way down the shaft lips first. Brandon rolled his tongue around the shaft so he could taste the cock as it slid into his throat.
Part of him expected to have gagged at this point but he felt the tip brush the back of his throat and the only thing he could think was he wanted the whole thing in there. Before he knew it the balls were at his lips and Brandon was almost kissing the silvery cock ring.
Brandon began to bob his head back and forth, rubbing the cock head against the back of his throat, shivering with pleasure at the feeling of it swelling and twitching in his mouth. He could hear the man grunt and groan and it was music to his ears. He pulled back, sucking on the cock as he slid it out of his mouth. The head passed his lips with a pop and Brandon leaned back to admire his first cock.
“FUCK! Boy, I’d’ve thought you were a virgin, but I see you’re an expert.”
“I am a virgin,” Brandon corrected. The man guffawed on the other side of the wall. His cock bounced through the hole shaking with the man’s laughter.
“Yea and my wife knows I’m a weekend cock sucker,” the man was still laughing. Brandon didn’t let it hurt his pride and got right back to work on the man’s penis. He had his first taste and now he wanted more. He wanted to know what cum tastes like.
He dove down the shaft in one swift motion, his cheeks tight with suction as he tried to mimic the techniques that were just used on him. Swirling his tongue around the head, moving back and forth, fondling the man’s hairless balls. He could hear a string of grunts and swears through the hole. Brandon’s cock was rock hard and dripping, his hard nipples started chafing on the insides of his shirt. He was ravenous.
The slurping and sucking was getting the man on the other side of the wall close. Brandon could feel the man's balls trying to pull up as he fondled them. The swears had become grunts. Brandon was having to bob less as the man was starting to hump his face. He opened his throat and leaned into the glory hole and the face-fuck.
“That’s it boy, gimme that throat,” the man growled. Brandon noticed he was no longer trying to be quiet. Brandon couldn't speak but moaned encouragement and lifted his tongue to provide more pleasure to the man. The man’s pace faltered for a moment and Brandon felt his asshole clench with antici–
“Oh shit boy, I’m gonna shoot!” the man called through the wall. Brandon pushed his face forward pressing into the hole, the rough edges hurt his face but he wanted this man’s cum in his throat and bore the pain no mind.
“Shit! Fuck!”
The first burst of cum came without warning, it hit Brandon's tonsils and the back of his throat and he felt himself choke. He reared back from the hole as the second shot fired into his mouth. His eyes were watering as he tasted his first salty load of cum. The third volley sprayed all over his face and got into his hair. The man was cussing as his cock spasmed and squirted. Brandon swallowed what was in his mouth and dove back down onto the dick to swallow the rest. Spit and cum dribbled down his chin. He slurped and swallowed as the man swore and squirted.
An idea struck Brandon and he told the man to wait just a second. He stood up and shuffled over to his shorts and retrieved his cellphone from the pocket of his pants and shuffled back to the cock. He turned on the camera and angled the phone to take a selfie with the cock. His face was covered in cum and spit dribbled down his chin. In the background the cock was still hard and leaking.
He sent the photo to Sara as a direct message with the caption “Who’s vanilla now?” then turned back to the hole.
The cock he had just sucked was no longer there, Brandon’s confusion lasted only until a new cock came through the hole. It was smaller and darker in color, uncircumcised with a fragrant musk.
“Hungry for more?” asked a new voice. Brandon didn’t answer with words but still used his lips and tongue to respond.
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