The Wrong Booth

The Wrong Booth

After a few drinks I’d go to a local adult bookstore that had viewing booths. On my first visit I’d noticed that there were holes about dick height in the wall between some of the booths. I was barely old enough to get in and naïve so I wondered what they were for? 

After a while the door to the next booth would open then close. Of course I would have my cock out stroking it. Looking at the hole and not knowing what a Glory Hole was at that time I would see a finger come through the hole and tap on the bottom of it. 

Not knowing what to do I would ignore the tapping and continue to jack off. 

Then on one of my future visits it dawned on me that the guy next door wanted me to stick my cock into the hole. 

I got up off the stool and fed my cock through the hole and then felt the most wonderful thing in the world. A warm wet mouth engulfed my cock and made my whole body go into a trance. 

He sucked me for a half a minute before I blew my load straight into his mouth. 

I could tell he was swallowing my cum by the gulping sounds he was making.  

I was hooked. I visited the ABS after that at least three times a week to get a blow job. 

In my own mind, my justification for the visits was to feed the queers. 

I had guys suck my cock so good that sometimes my legs would shake, banging on the partition walls as I came in their mouths. 

I always wondered how they could be so good at sucking cock. The bookstore had two different types of booths in those days. 

The Quarter Machine in the sucker’s booth was mounted right next to the glory hole. There was just enough room to suck and feed the machine quarters at the same time.

The quarter machine in the feeder booth was mounted on the wall behind the feeder so there was no obstruction between his body and the glory hole and he could insert coins from behind his back while getting blown and still be able to present his cocksucker with the whole length of his cock. 

I always went into one of the feeder booths to get my three times a week blow job. 

Then one day I’d had a few too many drinks before I went to the bookstore. Instead of going into a feeder’s booth I found myself in a cocksucker’s booth. And boy was I pissed because I put three dollars’ worth of coins in the machine before I realized my mistake.

So I had to stay there to run out my time but I wasn’t happy about my stupidity.

Just then a big cut cock came through the glory hole into my side of the booth. God. I looked at it and thought that, for a cock it's really nice. A big reddish/purple head and thick veins running up and down its length. I could actually see the veins throbbing with the blood surging through them. I’d never seen a cock, especially one as big as that one ever in my life, nor had I ever touched one. 

For some unknown reason my hand came up of its own volition and I reached and touched it. It felt hard but at the same time the outer skin felt soft, kinda silky. 

As I felt it I saw that he’d pushed it further through the hole and was moving his hips back and forth. Then for reasons I can't explain I was off the bench and on my knees. 

Ignoring the squish of old cum, piss and god knows what on my knees, I opened my mouth and closed my lips around the head. Even though it looked grainy, the head felt as silky in my mouth as it did in my hand. It had kind of a pissy taste like he’d just used the bathroom. It wasn't really unpleasant, just a very different taste, kind of a warm mountain-dew laced with just a touch of white vinegar. Knowing the pissy taste would soon be gone, I moved my mouth forward. 

As I moved my lips on down the shaft was hard but soft all at the same time. 

This was the first time I’d ever had a cock in my mouth and I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I started thinking about all the queers that had sucked my cock and tried to use my mouth to imitate them. 

I don’t know what I expected but the stranger’s cock was clean smelling and not offensive at all. I pushed my head forward, moving my mouth further down the shaft and the sucking as I pulled it back.

I bobbed up and down like that maybe twenty times and then I felt the whole shaft swell and get even bigger and harder, this being my first time to suck a cock, I didn't recognize the signs or know what to expect. 

Then it happened. That cock head erupted in my mouth. I felt cum explode in my mouth like lava out of a volcano. It spewed across my tongue and hit the back of my throat.     

I surprised myself when I didn't try to spit it out. I don’t know why I did it but I just swallowed and swallowed and he just kept cumming in my mouth. It just seemed as natural as I did it. I couldn’t believe that after he’d finished cumming I nursed on his cock, using my hand to milk the last little bit of cum out of his shaft licking that last drop and swallowing all of it.      

The taste wasn't anything like the pre cum, it was hot, thick and salty.  It had an acrid peppery taste and it kind of burned my tongue. But I swallowed anyway.

As I was to learn was the norm, as soon as he cummed he quickly pulled back through the hole. Then before I could get up, he zipped up and fled the booth.  

.As I knelt there I thought about what I’d just done. A stranger had just cum in my mouth and I had swallowed it. 

I didn't feel like a faggot or queer but I knew that I’d just become a cocksucker. I thought that if you baked a loaf of bread it was unlikely that you would be called a baker but suck one cock and all of a sudden you were a cocksucker.     

Still a little stunned, replaying in my mind what I’d just done and also thinking about the after taste of cum in my mouth I heard the door to the empty booth next to me open and then close.    

I heard a few tokens drop into the coin a lot and then the hole lit up when the TV came on.    

I turned to feed tokens to the TV in my booth and when i turned back to the glory hole there was a new hard cock sticking through. 

Instantly my mouth engulfed it and I started to eagerly suck, it taking as much of the shaft as possible without gagging, 

When my face bumped the wall, I started bobbing up and down on it and as I sucked.

After maybe fifteen or so bobs I felt the cock get extra hard then felt his cum spray in my mouth. This time I knew what to expect and I swallowed it on purpose. 

I thought that to be interesting. This new load tasted a little different than what had come from the first cock I had sucked.

Over a period of an hour and a half, I sucked five more cocks and swallowed five loads of cum. And all of them tasted a little different. One where the guy smelled of cigarette smoke even tasted a little bitter.

I was standing up to leave when a sixth cock came through the hole. I immediately recognized it as the first cock that I’d sucked earlier, the first cock I’d ever sucked.  Again my mouth was right on it. I sucked it for about five minutes when the stranger pulled it back through the hole. 

I was a little disappointed to say the least. But then I heard him whisper through the hole, “Would like to join me at for a drink or two at the bar down the block?”

Not sure why but I accepted his invitation. We met in the hallway and left together. 

Here I was walking, talking and looking at a guy whose cock I’d just been sucking on and it was like nothing had ever happened.
As we walked we introduced ourselves. He was Malcolm, Mack for short.

After quite a couple of beers and a games of eight-ball, Mack asked, “Would you like to go out back of the bar and finish me off again?”

Looking at the tent in the front of his pants, I said, “Yes, of course,” and we left. 

Out on the sidewalk, we turned left. A few paces down we rounded the corner and walked up the alley to the back of the bar. It was dark but enough light from the street light made it back so we could see what we were doing.

Wasting no time, Mack unbuckled, unzipped and lowered his Levis. 

When I dropped to my knees in front of him, I was amazed. I knew his cock was big. Soft it was over 6-inches long. I remarked about the size and said, it didn’t look that big at the bookstore?’

Not waiting for an answer I confessed that I was new at sucking cocks. That his had been the first one I’d ever sucked. 

Mack looked down at me and said, “For a novice you’re actually pretty good at sucking cock. And you could only get better at it over time and with practice.”

I asked, “How big is your cock when it’s hard?” 

Mack told me, “Eight and a half inches plus or minus a quarter of an inch. 

I opened my mouth and started to suck the head and some of the shaft. As it grew I took as much of the shaft in my mouth as I could without gagging. I couldn’t believe I was on my knees in an alley sucking Mack’s cock. But there I was, happily gobbling his rod. I was softly moaning, “Mmmmmmm,” and making wet slurping sounds as I pumped my mouth up and down on his cock. Without the partition in the way I had more freedom. My hands danced sensuously up his legs until I was cradled his balls. 

I wasn't just sucking his cock, I was making a serious production of it.  

Mack laughed because I was making these sexy little murmurs, like a kid does when eating ice cream. As I stared up at his face, I was chewing the head of his cock with my lips. 

“Goddamn,” Mack moaned, “I’ve only seen blowjobs like this in really good porno.  

It wasn’t long after that when I felt the cock swell and then start to squirt. I made an, “Mmmmmmm,” sounds as I swallowed.

 I was still kneeling in front of Mack as he put himself back together. As he was zipping up asked, “Would you like to suck me off again?”

 And I told him, “I’d love to.”

He asked for my phone number and when I gave it to him, he said. “I’ll call you.” He then turned and walked away. 

I got up off of my knees and walked back across the highway to my car.  As I drove home I thought about what had happened in the last few hours. I’d gone from feeding the queers my cock to being a queer getting fed cock. 

I still couldn't believe that I’d sucked five cocks and had swallowed six loads of cum. 

Even though I could still taste of cum in my mouth I didn't feel like a faggot or queer, but I was definitely now a cocksucker. Don't get me wrong, I still liked pussy but what I’d just done was really exciting to me.

It was three days later when my phone rang. The caller identified himself as Mack and asked, “Are you the one that I met across the street from the Blue Pelican bar a few days ago?”

I replied, “Yes, that was me.”

He then asked, “Would you like to come over to my home and have some more fun?”

Again I said, “That sounds like a plan.”

After giving me directions to his house Mack told me, “Be there in an hour.” Then he gave me his phone number just in case I got lost. 

I arrived right on time and rang the doorbell. 

When the door opened I got the surprise of my life. 

Standing in front of me was a short, long haired blond woman wearing a short see-through teddy. She was beautiful.  Just like what you see in Hustler magazine. Her tits were ample without being too big. They were standing straight up and perky. The nipples that topped them had quarter sized areolas and her nipples jutted out what seemed like a half an inch. 

My cock started to come to life when I saw her. 

“Come in,” she said, “My name is Barbara and we’ve been expecting you.” 

When I first looked her over I saw through the teddy that her pussy looked like it was totally shaved and when she turned away from me to walk into the living room I was looking at the tightest little apple butt that I’d ever seen. 

“Mack,” she said, “Is upstairs in the bedroom waiting for you. I’ll take you to him.”

As I followed her, Barbara said, “In case you’re wondering Mack needs you because I don’t suck.”

In the living room Barbara stopped at the coffee table, picked up a joint. She lit it up, took a hit and handed it to me. I took a couple hits while as I stripped off my clothes. Naked, I following her up the stairs.  

In the bedroom, his soft cock swaying as he moved, Mack walked naked out of the bath room. Without speaking, Mack gestured toward the bed, and I knew just what he wanted. I practically jumped on it, I was so hungry for his big cock. 

Not saying a word, he reached out and I let him move me to where he wanted. I ended up, on my back with my feet up by the pillows and with my head hanging over the foot of the bed.

Mack stepped to me, almost but not quite straddling my face so that his balls rested on my forehead and his big thick cock rested on my lips and nose. He didn’t have to tell me what he and Barbara had been doing. His dick smelled like pussy. 

"Now I'm going to fuck that faggot mouth of yours real good," he murmured as he lifting his hips a little and guided the head into my mouth. I moaned, Mmmhmmm,” and my nostrils flared as his cock filled me. I could taste pussy as Mack eased forward slowly and gently, pushing forward even when I gagged a little.

In this position my throat was wide open so the sensation soon passed and Mack was able to keep going until I felt his balls on my nose.

He leaned forward over me, his hands on the bed on either side of my hips, and my hands rose instinctively to his chest, finding his nipples and toying with them. "Oh yeah, that's a good slut" he moaned, started rocking his hips slowly. I was so turned on I thought I'd pass out, this Adonis using my mouth the way I used my girlfriend, Linda’s pussy.           

He started fucking my face slow at first, but every 4th or 5th stroke Mack picked up the pace a little. The only discomfort I felt was my jaws and lips stretching around the thickness of his cock, but I barely noticed because he just kept fucking and fucking and fucking.     

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, Barbara, or least I think it was Barbara, a big hairy pair of balls was blocking my vision, threw her leg over me, straddling my body. She grasped my hard cock. Holding against the lips of er pussy, Barbara impaled herself on it, dropping down and completely enveloping it in one thrust. There were sighs from Mack when he saw my cock disappear into her pussy. Then she started slowly sliding up and down on my cock, letting it slide out to the head, then dropping down on it again in time with Mack’s thrusting.

My fingers of one hand clamped lightly on one of Mack’s nipples and with the other I reached out and started to rub her clit with my thumb as she fucked me, causing her to spasm as I stimulated her. 

It was the male equivalent of female double-penetration. Dick and pussy both at the same time. I loved it.

 Slowly Mack and Barbara moved into a rhythm. Her sliding up and down on my cock as she fucked me and him pumping in and out of my mouth as he face fucked me.

I quickly realized that the harder I pinched his nipple the faster he fucked, and god I loved it. When I started twisting them, he pounded my slut mouth like a jackhammer, his balls slapping and bouncing off my eyes and nose as he used me for his pleasure. 

As Mack sped up, Barbara was forced to speed to keep up with him,

My thoughts were broken only momentarily when Mack growled, “You ready for my cum, faggot?" 

I did my best to nod, but I think he got the message because I felt and saw his hairy balls draw up tight, his thrusts became shorter and harder, his spit-slicked cock seeming to grow and throb even more.

Mack cried out as he cummed, pulling back so that only the head just was past my lips and me sucking like a greedy bitch as his thick, hot cum erupted into my mouth. At the same time I brought my hips up off the bed, driving my dick deep into Barbara’s tight pussy, cumming like a wild man as my balls slammed against her pussy.

Our screams of pleasure vibrated off the walls. Then the three of us collapsed onto the bed in complete exhaustion.

If this was being a cocksucker…viva la sucking cock.

The end…