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Once I had learned about the secret encounters that could be had at the adult bookstores, I knew that I would soon be addicted. To know that there was a place where I could simply walk in and spend a couple bucks in tokens and have my sexual fantasies played out was almost too much to handle.
I was driving around one night getting horny. I'd been feeling horny for a while now and it was getting critical. I wasn't just looking to bust a nut tonight; I was in one of my slut moods. I was looking to swallow serious dick tonight.
I headed over to a place I know near the Miami Airport. It's got pretty good sized booths and it's kept pretty clean. Even the Arabs that run it are pretty good about staying out of your way. I wandered in and headed to the back. I made a quick walk through and saw some guys hanging out. I strolled back into the main area of the store and browsed the aisles a bit. I made eye contact with a couple of potential guys and then wandered back to the booths.
When I got back to the booths I saw a nice young guy in his twenties. He had longish hair and was about six foot tall with a thin build. He had a pretty face, although he didn't look feminine. I liked him. I looked at him and he returned my stare. I eye fucked him for a few seconds more and then disappeared into one of the booths.
I put a dollar in the slot and waited while I watched some generic sex on the video screen. It wasn't long before I heard the door creak open and my tall friend stepped inside. I locked the door and smiled at him. He smiled back and we exchanged a bit of small talk. I sat on the plastic chair in the booth and looked up at him as I pulled him towards me. Through his jeans I could see that he was already hard, so I went a head and undid his belt and opened his pants. The night was starting right. This young stud had no less than eight good inches and a pair of nicely shaven balls.
He moaned quietly as I started sucking on the head of this magnificent cock. I normally tease it a bit first, but tonight I was way too hot to waste time. I wanted to get right on to the sucking. I took in the head and then more and more until I was swallowing the whole thing. He held my head in his hands and guided himself into my mouth. As much as I was enjoying his cock, I could barely keep my hands off his ass. He had the smoothest, firmest ass I'd felt in a long time. It was like silk with taut muscles underneath. I had the total package here. I had to break away from this big piece of hard meat and suck on the balls for a while. They were nice and smooth with just a touch of stubble. I stroked the length of his dick and reached up to fell his firm and flat stomach and give his nipple a quick pinch. He looked down and smiled and let me know that he was ready for more business by grabbing his cock, guiding it to my mouth, and gently forcing my lips open to welcome his hardness. You gotta love a guy who knows what he wants!
I took the hint and started sucking him off with crazed enthusiasm. I could feel my saliva starting to run down my chin. I'm sure that's not all that would run down my chin tonight. He humped me faster and faster and I sucked him harder and harder. We built up to a frightening tempo.
"Oh shit", he mumbled, "I'm gonna cum..."
With that cue, I started sucking him even harder. He fucked my face a little faster and suddenly he gripped the back of my neck with a strength I didn't suspect he had and forced the entire length of his throbbing cock down my throat and held me there. My nose was buried in his pubic bush and he was dumping load after load of hot, sweet cum down my throat. As the fifth or sixth load came, he loosened his grip on my neck and I started to lean back. I left about half of his now softening dick in my mouth as I milked the last of the goo out with my lips.
Now, I normally do not swallow, but I really had no choice here so I did it. And since I'd already swallowed most of his load, I saw no reason not to drink down the last few drops.
He seemed nervous afterward and quickly zipped up his pants. He fumbled with the door and ran out without as much as a thank you. I was a little disappointed as I wanted to chat him up a bit before he left. Oh well, I came in with plans to be a slut, I might as well get used to being treated like one.
I stepped out of my booth and was going to survey the area for my next lover. I had barely stepped out when a tanned, forty-something Latin guy caught my eye. He smiled at me and grabbed at his crotch. I guess he had seen my tall friend leave a few seconds earlier and figured I was ripe for him now. He had the look of a closet, construction worker cruising for a little action before going home to mamasita. I don't mean the cute hard body models in construction worker clothing, I mean sweaty, dusty rough trade after a hard day building houses.
I turned on my heels and walked right back into my booth. Papi followed and closed the door. He was grinning like a school boy now. It didn't take long to realize that he spoke almost no English, but that didn't matter. We didn't have anything to talk about. As I sat on the chair and faced him, he pulled open his pants and pulled out his cock. It was a nice thick one, about six and a half inches long, dark and uncut. As he held towards me the wrinkled dark hood pulled back to reveal the head. He laughed a guttural and lecherous laugh as I grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times. He had a thick mound of coarse, black pubic hair that didn't look as if had ever been trimmed and he smelled of dried man sweat and cigarettes. He wasn't pretty and he wasn't refined, but he had a macho sense of manhood that ran to his core. He was rough trade, but he was 100% man. I was turned on as hell and if I could I would've cooked a plate of rice and beans for him.
I slid my mouth around his sweaty cock and began sucking him. He didn't hesitate to start fucking my mouth and trying to get off. He was here for one thing and one thing only...to get his rocks off. I was happy to oblige him. He held my head and fucked my lips hard and fast. I didn't need to stroke him, he knew what he wanted and he was in control. I just held onto his hips and ass and let him go to town. I could feel his big, hairy balls slapping my chin and could taste the salt of dried sweat as it mixed with my saliva.
After a few minutes, his cock began to swell and throb and I knew he would cum soon. I prepared myself for the next load of hot cum to fill my mouth when I felt a sudden, sharp sting. Before I realized what was happening, Papi had grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and pulled my head backwards. Grabbing his cock with his free hand he held me there as he shot a big rope of creamy cum across my startled face. Three more followed and I managed to open my mouth and catch most of the last one with my tongue. He held on a few seconds longer while he milked the last few drops from his flaccid meat and wiped it across my chin.
As he pulled up his pants, I fished a handkerchief from my back pocket to clean off with. I couldn't see out of my left eye yet as it was covered in milky goop. More had landed on my forehead and across my cheeks and nose. Papi slipped away as I wiped myself clean and hoped that I didn't get any on my shirt.
I headed to the lobby for an overpriced can of Coke and a well deserved break.
Over the next hour or so, I sucked off three more guys. Nothing was particularly special or memorable about them. A middle aged guy, a skinny white guy in a Metallica shirt, and a thirty-something married guy.
The married guy wanted to fuck me, but I was really worn out and not in the mood for guests. I told him that I would meet him in the dark corner of the parking lot and let him fuck me over the trunk of his car. There are a few dumpsters near there that block the view from the building and from the street. He declined my offer as I suspected he would.
I grabbed another overpriced Coke and headed home. Until the next time...