This story is fictional, but based on actual events. This story is intended for mature readers over the age of 18. The author claims no liability for underage readers.
As I drove down the freeway in the pouring rain, the butterflies in my stomach began shaking my nerve. I couldn't understand why I was so nervous, I had been 18 nearly a year now and it was regular habit to visit the adult bookstores. My fascination with glory holes and movie booths began during my early years in high school. I had scene these stories driving through town but being that I wasn't old enough to visit them, I placed my desires far away in the back of my head. A few weeks prior to my 18th birthday a bunch of my friends were perusing the downtown area and came across an adult bookstore. We were all fairly dressed up and most of us has avoided shaving during the long Christmas break, so the clerk did not ask for identification as we casually strolled in. My friends began scanning the racks with amazement. I made my way to the doorway of the dark cave like private movie booths. As I stood there, I saw a group of men wandering aimlessly through the halls, for what I now know as free action! Several of them motioned for me to follow them and others just winked. I was in awe and shock! I wanted to go to them and relive them all of there juicy fat loads, but my friends pulled me away. That night I laid awake fantasizing about those booths, while jerking off. Several days after my 18th birthday I made a point to venture into the dark caverns of the private booths. My journey was fraught with anxiety and fear! In the end it was fruitless and discouraging. However I was certain that something special lied waiting in those booths for me. I returned to the booths in a different part of town with a much darker back area. Hidden in the shadows were dozens of hard cocks, waiting to be sucked. My first experience was with a well-built older man, whose cock was unclean and he was rough and disgusting. Nonetheless I returned to the booths, and became wiser with each experience and more selective. The sudden explosion of rain brought me back from my thoughts. As the rain poured endlessly over the freeway, I decided to get off the freeway and wait out the rain. As I pulled off and drove a few blocks, I remembered seeing an adult bookstore in this area that had not frequented. I pulled my vehicle into a space not to far from the store to avoid getting soaked. I opened the driver's side door and my feet hit the pavement. I made a mad dash towards the front entrance avoiding the large puddles in the way. Pushing my way through the door, the bells jingled alerting the cashier to card me as usual. Shaking the enormous amounts of water off myself, I made my way to the counter, slipping my wallet out along the way. I slapped my id down on the counter while the high school reject behind the counter tried to do the math. While the clerk was checking, I surveyed the store, focusing in on the black sex caves off to my right. Part of my ritual is peruse the products in the store before heading back, but as I turned to walk to the magazine rack, I noticed a guy that had graduated from my high school the year before me. He was there with his girlfriend and some other people and decided that I would look pathetic here by myself. So I grabbed my wallet and ducked back in to the private movie booths.
As my eyes adjusted to the low lighting, I noticed the complete and udder absence of cock in the room. All of the booths were empty and not a single person was loitering in the back as was to be expected at most places. I figured people would soon join me, so I would look at the movie titles. I made my way to the wall, were the store informed you what movies could be found on what channels with what kind of action. It didn't matter anyway, usually the movie boxes did not reflect the low budget quality of the film anyway, so you end up surfing the channels. A couple marines entered the store, passing the cave and heading to the products. Bored with the lack of action, I found a nice booth and went inside. I retrieved a dollar bill from my pocket and inserted into the machine. I surfed a few movies until I came to one about the gay military. It was rather interesting to say the least. The two men fucking were surrounded by marines who were jerking off, while the tried to suicide a new recruit. The guy getting fucked kept, feeling the recruit's penis through his pants, urging him to drop his pants and join in. Just as I was getting into this, the door cracked open and one of those marines I had seen earlier entered. He unbuttoned quickly and whipped out his semi hard cock, shoving it towards my face violently. I knew he was going to be a basted so I decided not to suck his cock. He jerked off in silence, spent his load quickly, made a rude comment and left. He had been gone fifteen seconds when the door handle jiggled. It opened ever so slightly as one eye picked through. He stood silently for a moment, watching me. He seem intrigued with my penis so I gave him a show, jerking off slowly. He seemed interested, but before he could enter, he looked both ways, hoping not to gather attention, the door widened as this balding middle aged New York Italian entered. As I looked up I realized that the man standing in the entryway was my sophomore math teacher! I turned awkwardly at first, trying to hide my penis from the man that had taught me algebra! I was terrified, not because it was weird, but because he could use this against me! Oh I guarantee you my hormones were ragging. Ever since sophomore year I had fantasized about sucking his thick Italian sausage! Rumors floated around that he was gay and I believed them, only because for a math teacher he was pretty flamboyant. That's probably why I had wanted a meat injection from his cock so badly, because it was within the realm of possibility. I had spent many times with my gay lover of my sophomore year swapping fantasies with male teachers we would like to tag team. After my sophomore year Sebastian was kicked out of my high school and I stopped thinking about fucking my teachers, well at least literally fucking them with my cock. But now all those thought, lost desires and spent loads over this hairy Italian guy came rushing back. I felt one of his strong hands reach around my body and inch towards my quivering manhood. His other hand reached forward and began massaging my ass. I wasn't sure if he even knew he I was at this point, but my pleasure was overruling my sense of logic and reason. His large hands, pried at my pants and boxers, pulling them down to my ankles in one swift movement. I had brief moment of clarity and I turned to speak to my assailant. "Mr..." I began to say before his finger silenced my tender lips
"Just shut up, Timmy, just shut up!" He said as his hands grabbed both sides of my face and pulled me into a long lustful kiss. Our lips met, both dry and rough. His tongue meet mine as they danced with desire, his rough stubble cutting at my face. His arms pulled me into his body and ran seductively up and down my back. My hands fell to his taught ass and pulled his bulging crotch closer to my own naked raging hard on! Suddenly he pulled away from the kiss and whispered in ear "This isn't the place, come back to my apartment, I want this to last a longtime." He backed away and reached for the door. He winked as he opened the door and exited quickly. I stood there as my cock spouted my first load of the evening. I have never had an orgasm as strange as this. I quickly cleaned myself up, using the towel dispenser in the booth. I pulled up my rain soaked jeans and ran out of the booth as quickly as possible. As I passed the front of the store, I looked around for my math teacher, but he was nowhere to be found. I figured he was waiting outside the store for me. I raced into the poor raining scanning up and down the boulevard searching for him in the dark night. He was not anywhere I could see and I figured he blew me off because he was nervous about our connection. Just as I began to get in my car, a dark green Dai Woo drove by and stopped beside me. I looked at the car apprehensively. The passenger door opened and there he was patting the warm sit beside him. It was no or never so I almost literally dove into the car and slammed the door behind me.
The way I had landed my head was in his crotch and I was draped over the front seat. I started to sit up, when his hand came down swiftly, unzipping his fly. His hand reached into the depths of his pants, returning with my prize: an Italian sausage! I turned my head sideways and could see a big grin on his face as we drove, to who knows where, with me inches from his fat cock! I returned my head to my Italian feast and my lips to his mushroom head. I lightly kissed his head, then stuck my tongue out and started licking it like a lollypop. A drop of pre-cum developed on his head and I licked it off, pausing to appreciate the taste. That was enough to get my taste buds going and with that I started really working my mouth over his cock. My head bobbed up and down furiously, as my hand found its way to big hairy balls. I could hear him moaning loudly above me as one of his hands fell to my head forcing me further down his shaft. My own cock was bursting at the seams of my pants. His balls pulled up close to his body and he started breathing quicker as I prepared for launch from his cock rocket. 5...4...3...2...1 we have a load! His hand shoved my head all the way the base as he dick erupted several times into the back of my thought as I raced to keep up. His moaning began subsiding and his hand released it grip on my head and began stroking my hair as he softly hummed some Italian love song. Meanwhile his massive cock began to go limp in my mouth and I let it slip back into the netherworlds of his pants. I zipped it up and laid my head in his crotch, the rest of the short trip to his apartment. We pulled off the main street and into a parking structure. The car rounded a corner and slipped into a spot. " Come on pal, walk up now comes the real stuff." He said as he opened his car door. I sat upright quickly, and opened the door, jumping out into the pouring rain. My teacher was already running across the parking lot and up a flight of stairs before I could get to my feet. I raced as quickly as possible, flying up the stairs. I ran smack into, on purpose, driving my hard cock into his tight ass. He was fumbling with the keys and his one hand reached back pulling my closer. I imitated a humping movement and he sighed and moaned in desperation and lust. He thrust the key into the lock and threw the door open. Once inside he threw down his coat, and ushered me. Once inside and the door was closed, he slammed me into a wall his lips pressed squarely against mine. His hands rubbed my hard cock roughly through my pants.
" Lets get those wet clothes off shall we?" he asked as he began throwing off his clothes madly. Before I could even get mine started he was down to his briefs, and turned me to me stripping me down passionately. Before I knew it I was naked and his lips were pressed to mine again as our tongues danced. He started doing one of those things where you walk and kiss at the same time, until he lead me all the way back to his bedroom. Suddenly he threw me to the bed and removed his briefs. His large Italian sausage came rolling out. It was much bigger than it had appeared in the car, it was probably a good 7-8 inches. "Stay right their stud. You want a beer? I am having one. There is jar of KY and a bunch of condemns in the drawer to your right. Pick out one for my cock and get a ribbed for my pleasure to roll on yours." He said moving to a small min fridge stocked with beer, next to his entertainment center. For a teacher he was sure doing well. The room was very nice and screamed Italian, New Yorker and Gay all in the same statement! He threw me a beer, while he snapped his own. I popped the beer can open and slammed back as much of the can as possible. I stopped and placed the can on the stand. I turned to my math teacher and motioned for him to join me on the bed. He sauntered over and he lowered himself on top of me, our lips meeting yet again. His cock pressed eagerly against my thighs. We kissed for an instant and then I stopped him. "I need it in me now!" I breathed lustfully "Are you sure?" he asked politely "Yes dammit, roll a rubber on, finger my ass with the KY, lube yourself up and get it in there!" I stammered. With that he raced for the KY and spread it over his finger and a spot on my ass. I raised my legs and leaned back giving him better access to my ass. His one finger was racing in and out but it wasn't enough. My ass wasn't ready but I needed his cock already. He raced to open the condemn, a ribbed for my ass pleasure. He quickly slide the magic hat over his large Italian sausage and quickly coated it in KY. He dropped to his knees and I lower my legs to rest on his shoulders. He took one hand and guided his cock to my backdoor. Slowly he placed the head of his dick on my puckered whole. He slide his hard cock, into my anus, being careful, kind and slow. He slide his cock all the way up to the hilt and then pulled out ever so slow. Then faster this time he came back. Then faster and faster, until he hit a nice steady rhythm. I was moaning so loudly and nearly screaming with pleasure. My hands tore at the sheets, clinging for traction. Sweat ran off his body and mine and soaked into the comforter. By now he was grunting extensively matching my moans. His hand found its way to my eager cock and stroked madly. His balls slapped loudly against my ass and mixed with the squishy noise of the KY jelly in my ass. His cock reached further up my ass than any cock had before. The pleasure was intense and I was coming close to cumming. I could feel his cock swelling as we looked into each other's eyes, preparing for the explosion. He was fucking me like crazy now, his body slapping wildly against mine. His balls tighten and he thrust as hard and far into my ass as possible, pausing and moaning so loud. An instant later, I flexed my sphincter around his cock, milking his cum as my own stroking cock erupted with floods of jizz. It flew all over our sweaty bodies as both of us moaned together. It was all too much for me and I started going black. I remember waking the next day, nestled in the naked arms of my math teacher, his hard cock, peeking between my own legs. His hairy body pressed firmly against my own. Memories of the previous night floated across my mind. I could hear my teacher waking in the behind me, already fucking between my thighs, and I knew the pleasure had only just begun!
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