Stories of a Bi Bottom slut

When my friends left to go run their errands, I decided I should make a trip to my favorite adult book store (Zorba’s on Scottsdale Road). I was nicely spun, and I partook in some more party favors to keep the fun going. My dilemma was what to do about the cum in my ass. I liked to keep the loads I received in my ass. The feeling of having a sperm-filled ass was amazing. But I had learned the hard way that doing that could lead to unfortunate incidents when I was out an about. One time I had gone to work (as a server in a busy restaurant) with an ass full of cum from the bath house. I had to squat down to pick something up and felt an unexpected gush of cum come out of my pants. I had to go to the bathroom and wipe as much of the cum out of my boxers as I could and then worked the rest of the shift walking around in my own wet spot.
I didn’t want to go as far as cleaning myself out with a douche or even to push out the loads I had collected in my ass. But I decided to sit on the toilet and relax my asshole and let some cum drip out without actively pushing. I enjoyed some more party favors while I felt the slutty feeling of cum dripping out of my ass.

I headed off to the adult bookstore. Zorbas on Scottsdale Road. This was in the spring of 2001, and, at least when I was a regular, the management made no effort to stop sex from going on in the video booths. They did not go as far as having gloryholes in the booths, but most of the booths had small windows in the place a glory hole would be so that the occupants of the booths could check each other out. The arcade was a large square room. There was a row of booths on the left and right side of the room as you came in and a double row of booths down the middle. I was happy to find one of my favorite booths was available. It was one of the booths in the double row in the middle of the room and was in the middle of its row. That meant that it shared both sides and the back of the booth with other booths and there were “glory” windows on all three shared sides. I had spent time in this booth before and found that the three windows let guys in other booths see that I was servicing guys in the booth and that led to a steady stream of new guys coming into my booth to get their cocks serviced.

I got to my booth around noon. I had found that there was a significant lunch rush at Zorbas on weekdays. It wasn’t surprising when you thought about it. Since there were usually a number of guys like me who were eager to suck cock and/or get fucked, Zorbas offered horny men the opportunity for a quick and discrete sexual experience during their lunch hour. The crowd was usually mixed. There were always some college student types. There were affluent Scottsdale dad types. And there were blue collar types who were in the know and would stop by to get serviced at lunch.

I put some money in the booth. The booths took bills, not tokens or quarters. They had a main screen and four preview screens that rotated amongst the other available channels. They had at least 100 channels going at a time, so there was a good variety of porn. At that point I had not seen any bareback gay porn offered, although I always looked for it. I usually ended up on straight creampie porn so I could at least see women taking loads in their pussys and asses.

I had a pair of cargo shorts that I liked to wear when I went to Zorbas. They were easy to get in and out of, and I had extra pockets for lube, poppers, paper towels, etc. I started the video in my booth and took off my shorts. I put poppers and lube on a little ledge above the TV screen. I looked through the windows in my booth. One neighbor had was stroking what looked like a respectable uncut cock. I could see part of his screen and he was watching a gay video with a guy getting fucked. Promising. I looked at the neighbor on the other side. He didn’t have his cock out yet, but was also watching gay porn. The third neighbor had his cock out and it was definitely big. He had jeans down around his ankles and was wearing work boots. I couldn’t see his face, but from his skin tone he looked like he was Latino. His cock was uncut.

Since I was partying with my girl Tina, my cock was small and soft. Some guys could get hard and fuck when they were partying. I could not. Tina turned me into a total bottom. And I was fine with that because it also turned taking cock into my ass into the most pleasurable form of sex. Since I was not there to get my cock serviced, I showed off what I did have to offer to my neighbors. I turned to each window and showed them my ass. I didn’t just show off my ass cheeks either (although I had been told I had a great ass). I wanted to make it VERY clear what I was looking for, so spread my cheeks for each window to give the occupant a chance to look right at my asshole if they wanted. Quickly I heard the guy with the work boots shuffling around. I looked through his window. He had left his booth. If I was unlucky that meant that he had either shot his load and was done or that he was on the way to someone else’s booth. If it was lucky … I was lucky.

He came into my booth. I recognized his boots. He was older than I would have guessed, probably late 40s or even early 50s. He wasted no time. He opened his jeans. He was going commando, so his cock immediately flopped out. It looked delicious. Thick, uncut and mostly hard. He had some precum on the tip. He stood in front of where I was sitting on the chair in the booth and I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. I gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock and then slid his cock into my mouth. It went from mostly hard to very hard quickly. I took as much of him down my throat as I could. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I could just barely circle it with my thumb and middle finger, which meant that it was very girthy. I pulled back to have a look at it I could wrap both fists around it and there was still some peeking out of my top fist. That meant it was over 8”.

I hit my poppers and offered them to him. He took them and took some deep snorts. I could see a wedding ring on his hand. I had long since stopped being surprised by the number of married men having anonymous sex in bookstores and bathhouses. He had a denim work shirt on. He smelled a bit sweaty, but not in a stinky way. His cock had a very sexy musky sent. I teased the head of his cock by running my tongue between the head and his foreskin. I moved down to lick his balls and sucked on each of them briefly.

I stood up and whispered in his ear. “Do you like to fuck?” He nodded and whispered back yes.

I put some lube on his cock rubbed some on my asshole, and turned around. I bent forward and braced myself with one hand on the wall of the booth. I was a little taller than him, so I spread my legs to make my ass line up with his cock. I used my free hand to pull my ass cheek open so that he would have easy access to my hole. Neither of us mentioned condoms. His aim was good. He got his cock lined up and I felt the large head pressing on my asshole. He pressed forward and slid inside. Now that he was in I could use my free hand to hit the poppers. I took deep hits of the poppers and held handed them back to him.

Now he was buried to the hilt in my ass. I did my squeezing trick and felt his cock jerk in response. He started to fuck me. Rather than stroking all the way in an out he liked to take shorter strokes, only taking about half of his cock out on each back-stroke and then burying it to the hilt in my ass on the down-stroke. Then he would grind against me move his hips around so his cock hit all the different angles in my ass. I loved it. It really made me aware of the size, thickness and hardness of his cock. I responded to him grinding in inside me by squeezing him as hard as I could with my asshole.

One great thing about video booth sex for a true cum dump is that guys go there to cum. At the bathhouses, guys might be wanting to play for hours before giving up their load. At Zorba's during the lunch rush, guys were there to get it in and to cum. And this guy was no exception. After rearranging my guts for several wonderful minutes he started his short strokes. I kept my ass tight, squeezing him as hard as I could. There was no discussion of whether or not he was going to breed me. We both knew he was absolutely going to cum inside me. And he did. I reached back to hold his cock so I could feel his orgasm make his cock pulse. Big contractions started. I could feel the cum traveling up the underside of his cock. Inside me I could feel the head swell. Warmth flooded my ass. He fucked in and out and the warmth became slickness that surrounded his cock as glided in and out of my asshole that was now full of his load. As his orgasm slowed he jacked the base of his cock while leaving half of it inside me. I was happy he wanted to give me every drop of his cum. He pulled out. I turned around and cleaned off his cock with my mouth. I handed him a paper towel. He wiped himself, threw it in the trashcan in the booth, whispered “Gracias” and left. Fucking amazing.

I pulled up my boxers so I could sit down without leaving a snail trail on my chair. If I wasn’t spun on my party favors, I might have called it a day then. That was the fifth load in my ass and the sixth load I had taken that day. A less compelled slut might have gone home to rest before work. But not me. I clicked through the videos and waited to see what would happen next. I didn’t have to wait long.

A new man came into the booth. He was a big guy, white with closely cropped salt and pepper hair and a gottee. He was about my height (6’) and had broad shoulders. He had a bit of a gut, but it was the gut of a muscular man who has put on some weight. He was wearing expensive looking jeans, loafers, and a golf shirt. He had a good sized gold chain around his neck and a nice looking watch. He was definitely one of the affluent Scottsdale daddy types.

He motioned for me to stand up. He kissed me. I didn’t like kissing guys much, but I kissed him back. He had strong, wet tongue and minty breath. He reached around and pushed my boxers down my hips. His fingers found first my crack and then my asshole.

“I watched you getting fucked.”

“Did you like what you saw?

“Yeah. You’re a hot slut. But you probably know that, right?”

“I get that sometimes. I do love getting fucked.”

“Want some more cock?” I told him that I absolutely wanted more cock.

He opened his jeans and pulled his cock over his boxers. This guy was not as square as he looked. His cock was big, fat, uncut and … pierced. He had a Prince Albert piercing with a thick stainless-steel ring in it. He also had a black leather cock ring on his cock. I had seen guys with pierced cocks before, but I hadn’t had one in my ass yet.

“I’m afraid I’ll chip my teeth if I try to suck your big cock with that ring in it.”

“I’m not interested in getting sucked anyway. Turn around."

I turned around and he crouched behind me. He spread my cheeks and took an appreciative look.

“That is a pretty hole. I’m surprised its not more wrecked considering what kind of slut you obviously are.”

I whispered back “I was pretty much a top until recently.” He grunted understanding and then buried his face in my crack. That hot wet tongue was now stabbing into my hole and swirling around with surprising force for a tongue.

He handed me a bottle of poppers. Try these. There was no label on the bottle. I took some hits. They were very strong and the sensation of him eating my ass went from amazing to almost overwhelming. It felt so good it was making my knees weak. I could have let him eat my asshole all day. If we where something else, that is what we might have done, but this was the video booth, and time was finite.

He stood up. He produced some lube and put some on my asshole and some on himself. He lined his cock up with my hole and I made sure to relax as much as I could. I wanted his thick cock and the metal ring to get inside me easily. He slid in.

“Wow. You have pretty good control of you hole don’t you?”

“I’ve been practicing.”

He was in all the way. I could feel the cock ring pressed up against my entrance as the rest of his cock disappeared inside me.

“Mmm. This is a treat. I’m going to give you a load now, because that is what we both obviously want. But I’m also going to give you my phone number because I’d like to be able to take my time with you too.”

“Give me a load now and I’ll be happy to hook up with you again.”

He started fucking me with a purpose. He clearly knew what it took to make himself cum, and he went about it, fucking me with fast, hard strokes.

“Want my cum?”

“Please. I need your cum in me.”

A grunt, then he was buried to the hilt again, grinding against me. His cock pulsed a couple of times, then he pulled out slowly.

“There is a bit more in there if you want to suck it out.” I did. I put the head of his cock in my mouth and created as much suction as I could while stroking his cock and trying to push any remaining cum up from the base out the tip into my mouth.

He pulled out, wiped himself off with a handkerchief. He had produced a business card and a pen.

“I’m giving you my cell phone and my email. I live alone, you don’t have to be discrete. I also have some friends I think you would like. You like to party?” I nodded. “Yeah you would like my friends.” He handed me the card and I put it in my pocket. His name was Mark.

And with that he left my booth. I checked the time. Almost 1:00 p.m. I had been in the booth for over 40 minutes. Barely past lunch time and I had taken six loads in my ass and swallowed a seventh. I was impressed even by my own slutty standards.

I stayed a bit longer and got a few more loads, none as amazing as the first two. One guy was nice enough to put a couple of twenty-dollar bills in my booth so I had a ton of video time. I also swallowed a couple of loads from guys who didn’t want to fuck. One was a guy in his early twenties who had an average sized cut cock but who shot a truly impressive amount of cum. I had to lock my lips around his cock and swallow multiple times while he was still shooting to keep him from overflowing my mouth. Even as he slowed down, he still released as much cum in his final couple spurts as most guys would with a whole orgasm. I happily swallowed it all.

Finally it was time to head home and get cleaned up for work. My final tally for the day before heading home was nine loads in my ass and three down my throat.

Now all I had to do was get through my shift at work and figure out what I was going to do after that.