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About a month went by. I had what was becoming my quarterly supplement of pussy. Got drunk with old girlfriend and we ended up in her bed. Next morning I remember why it didn't work. She'd lay there, I'd do all the work, I'd finish and go to sleep. It gave my right hand a rest but otherwise pretty unful-fucking-filling. I think my head was in denial with what happened with the dude from the vid booth. Still couldn't believe I let a guy dick me in the ass. It wasn't great. It was ok. But there was something about it that was hot. Hard to say exactly what. Felt totally different from being with a chick. And I'd think about it a lot. One day I think I beat off thinking about it like 4 times. Ok maybe I did like it. But not too much. But enough. I guess. And after I kinda went back and forth on it in my head, I decided it was time to hit up my buddy again, so I texted him.
"Dude, hows it goin"
"who this" Apparently he didn't save my number. Maybe I should just leave it alone.
"Hey we met at vid booth then went over to your place about a month ago"
"oh ya. sup"
"So you told me to text you when I wanted to try it again"
"u wanna get fucked"
"Uh...ya...I guess"
"when"
"anytime I guess"
"go to vid booths txt me when u get there"
Uh...ok. So I wasn't exactly sure how that worked. But wtf I was horny so I drove over not sure what to expect. I texted him when I pulled in. His text response was "5". No idea what that meant so texted him back. "go to booth 5". This was getting kinda hot. Was he in booth 6? Or was he in booth 5? I'm pretty sure the leather guy at the counter saw my bone tenting my jeans as I walked by. By the time I got to the booth area I could barely keep it in my pants. I opened the door and there's my buddy, naked as hell, looking just like he did 1st time I saw him there. I was out of my clothes within seconds. Neither of us said a word. When we were both naked he turned me around and told me to put my hands against the wall cuz he "wanted to have a look". Standing there like a juvie getting frisked...except naked...in a semi public place. It was really pretty damn hot. I felt his fingers around my hole. Then the lube. Then his fingers were inside me. I think he put in 2 because at one point I could really feel a difference. Then it stopped as I heard the unmistakable tearing of a condom wrapper. Holy shit I was gonna get ass fucked right there in the booth. Dangerous but in reality who the hell is gonna hear me with the sound of all the vid booths around me. He put it to me while I was still braced against the wall. This time didn't hurt as much. Not nearly as much. He got me in a rhythm that had me oblivious to where I was. This dude knew what he was doing and was fuckin good at it. He'd say things like "tell me how my cock feels" and "you want more don't you". Then I felt him slap my right ass cheek. Hard. And he said "who does this ass belong to". I didn't say anything cuz I couldn't really form a word. I felt another slap. This time harder. He repeated the question and apparently wanted an answer. I whispered out "my ass belongs to you". "Louder. Who does your ass belong to". "My ass belongs to you". As the words came out of my mouth I heard a click, and suddenly the curtain separating booth 6 from booth 5 was raising right before my eyes.
I couldn't even focus on what was happening at first. My second time in my life having sex in the ass and suddenly I'm fuckin on public display. Booth 5 was occupied by a skinhead. Same age as us, mid 20s I guess. Couldn't tell you what he looked like. I was kinda overwhelmed with what was going on. I saw he had a huge smirk on his face and his pants were around his knees and he was stroking his dick. He was like inches from me, looking me right in the eye as my buddy was starting to pick up the tempo behind me saying "ya...now EVEYONE'S gonna know who owns your ass...". I looked past the skinhead and saw, on the other side of HIS booth, HE had his curtain open too. So did the next guy. All these fuckin pervs were watching a live show in their JO booth, and I was starring in it. All I could make out was they were old men and were taking care of their business. Skinhead stuck his dick straight out at me and my buddy pushed my head down, and I got an upclose look at skinhead's cock. He was totally shaved (I guess that meant he was a serious skinhead). Then skinhead took his shirt off and started beating his dick like it was his fuckin job. When he did that my buddy picked up the pace and started power fucking me. It didn't take long. With a thud he pulled out of my asshole and started spewing all over my back and ass. As soon as he did he lowered the curtain. It's weird but at that moment I felt close to him. Like all of a sudden all the outsiders were gone at it was just me and him. He told me to get dressed. I didn't even have anything to clean up the cum he left on my back. Pretty gross but didn't have much choice but to get dressed and let it soak in. Once dressed we bolted out of the booth. In the parking lot an old guy tried to say something to my buddy but he barked "BEAT IT' and he ran off. As I turned to go to my car my buddy grabbed my arm and said "where do you think you're going?". I said, "Uh...my car's over there". He looked me in the eye right below the line of his baseball cap and said, "No you don't. I'm not done with you yet..."