Video Store

I went to the adult video store that day to look for some lube, but they didn’t have my brand.  I had just left the gym and was feeling pretty good, so I wandered into the back room where the private video booths were located.  It was around 2:00 p.m. on a weekday, so I really wasn’t expecting to find any action; I was just bored and didn’t feel like going home yet.  I passed the first booth and saw that the door was open and a video was playing on the screen.  I stepped just inside the door and saw that it was a straight porn video, but before my brain could process anything else, someone inside the room grabbed my arm, pulled me into the room and shut the door behind me.

He backed me up against the wall, as out of sight of the door as was possible and sandwiched me between the wall and his tight, lean body.  He was a young guy, in his early twenties, obviously Latino, with beautifully smooth caramel skin, but with auburn hair and hazel eyes.  He wore his hair in a crew cut and he was wearing a wife beater, baggy jeans and sneakers; a typical, semi-thug Latino of the type one sees all over Dallas, though without any tattoos, which was unusual, but definitely a plus as far as I was concerned.

I was still in a daze when he started massaging my cock through my jeans while looking in my eyes the entire time.  I was glad that I wasn’t wearing any underwear that day.  He seemed nervous as hell, like he was afraid to get caught, but his rapid, heavy breathing told me that he was also horny as hell.  He was sexy as fuck, with the cockiness of youth combined with the slight fear in his eyes.  I have no doubt that he passed himself off as straight out in the real world.  I got hard in no time and he dropped to his knees, pulled my jeans down and started sucking my cock.

He didn’t bother with any fancy technique; he just worked my cock with his sensuous, full lips and tongue, sucking my entire shaft with a regular, steady rhythm. By now, I was no longer in a daze, but excited as hell at what was happening.  My cock was rock hard and throbbing like crazy.  His mouth was wet and slobbery and every time he slid down my cock, I could feel his saliva drip down my balls.  For a young guy, he sucked cock like a pro.  He took every inch and didn’t gag, not once.  Every so often, he would take my cock out of his mouth, still slick with his spit and stroke it while looking at it with lust in his eyes, then swallow it again.  It was the most amazing feeling, his hot, wet mouth sliding up and down my dick, making my dick pulse and my whole body shudder with pleasure.

I held off as long as I could, but what he was doing felt so good that after ten minutes or so, I just had to let go.  He had been looking up at me while sucking and I looked back down at him and mouthed, “I’m coming man” and he nodded with my dick still in his mouth.  I felt my cum shoot out of me like a firehose.  He swallowed and swallowed, but he couldn’t take it all and some of my cum dribbled down his chin; it was fucking awesome seeing my white cum on his dark skin.  I spurted in his mouth again and again for almost two minutes; he was that good.  Finally, he let my cock slip from his mouth and he sat back while we both caught our breath.

I stood there with my jeans still around my ankles and cock and balls still hanging out and he was still sitting on the floor, leaning back a little, with a look on his face that suggested he wasn’t sure what to do next.  He still hadn’t spoken one word to me.  I pulled up my jeans and then smiled at him and took a step towards him; I figured I should at least shake his hand.  His face immediately became terror stricken and he leapt to his feet and bolted out of the room like a bullet from a gun, slamming the door against the wall as he did so.  I tried to follow him out to the front part of the store, but he had already exited and was in his car, burning rubber as he tore out of the parking lot as if all the devils of hell were after him.  I never saw him again, but I drove home that day in a state of absolute euphoria.