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Thanks for reading. I really enjoy your feedback. Please let me know what you think. ============================================== I am single, and I travel for work. I am a wee-bit adventurous, and I have had some incredible experiences.
I was in the middle of a two week stay in this town. It was Memorial Day and I had three-day weekend.
I did a few touristy things with some of my colleagues from the office. In every town, they have at least three things "you simply must do!" Sometimes they can be fun, but more than likely, it is the same thing I "simply had to do" in the last Yokel-ville I stayed in.
I was all filled up on clean fun and I wanted to be dirty.
I looked on Squirt and found an ABS that was close enough to travel to, but far enough to not run into anyone from work.
This ABS was in a medium sized city; it was older and had an arcade with four clusters of four booths each.
There was at least one glory hole in each booth, and they way they were laid out, most had two. This place required tokens to view the movies.
I was eager to have some fun, and I arrived around lunchtime.
Just as I hoped, there were some suited "power brokers" who stopped by for some lunch fun.
Within ten minutes of paying my fee, I had banker cock dumping its load down my throat.
In no time, I had drained three dicks.
You would think that would have sated my appetite for cock, but you would be wrong.
Sex, for me, is a lot like cursing. There are rules to go by.
- You have to know where and when to do it. 2. You have to read the room and see just how vulgar you want to be. 3. If you're not good at it, don't do it in public.
I was in a dirty book store, everyone else was also there for anonymous piggy sex, and I knew I was I good at it.
But I digress.
Things began to slow as these small-town "power brokers" returned to work. I had been in this situation enough to know that there is a about an hour lull in available cock between the bankers and the construction trade. They usually arrived about 3:30 and were a favorite of mine. I was resolved to stick around and take some high-vis loads. I would refrain from cumming until the end of the visit. That kept my libido high and lusty.
It was about 2:45 in the afternoon. I had taken a spot against the wall to see who came in and out and to rest up for another round.
I heard the bell of the front door open and close, followed by the murmur of the exchange at the desk.
I was actually yawning when around the corner came this man in full military issued camo. He had his sleeves meticulously rolled above his elbows and he had on that hat, were striped blue and white, would belong to a train engineer. As he turned the corner, I saw the strip in his chest that said "U.S. MARINES" over his left pec.
That woke me up!
He was about 5'8", and muscular. He was a ginger. You could see the flaming ginger hair as he took his cap off and folded it and tucked it away.
He walked past and he gave a friendly smile and a nod.
I thought I may melt.
On the other hand, is this some jarhead looking to "smear the queer?"
He walked around the maze of booths, peeking in this one and that one. There weren't many of us there. Four men other than the Marine. One of those was the aggressive type. If you've ever been to an ABS, you know who I am talking about. They are loud with an opinion about everything. They are on the heels of anything under forty. They chomp and pop gum as if they are auditioning their oral skills. I imagine they suck cock like my dog devours table scraps. A gulp and it's gone without enjoying anything about the actual food.
I promise I am not a bitter old queen.
Anyway, this Marines makes his rounds and the one guy is hot on his heels.
Pop! Pop! Crack! He wasn't chewing that gum, he was making love to it.
The Marine, walking in front of the gum cracker, locked gaze onto me and rolled his eyes.
I was in front of a booth with an open door. The Marine turned in to the open booth and "Bubble Yum" was right there trying to push in. The Marine pushed back and shut the door. Rebuffed, the man looked at me and sucked his teeth loudly, walked a few feet and took up residence on the same wall.
If a booth was active in this place you could hear it in the hall. I guess the monitors had high volume to mask the action. There was silence coming from the Marine's booth.
A minute or more passed and he unlocked the door and stuck his head out.
"How does this work?" he looked at me for an answer.
Old "Juicy Fruit" lurched forward, "I'll show you." And he tried pushing into the booth.
The Marine said, "No thank you, Sir. I was speaking to him." And he nodded towards me.
I stammered, "Just insert the coins."
"Where?" he responded.
"I'll show you." Chimed the forlorn, would-be cocksucker.
Again, "No thank you, Sir. I was speaking to him."
"Fuck y'all," said Big Red as he disappeared around the next corner.
The Marine looked back at me and asked again, "How does it work?"
"Just put your tokens in the machine and it will play." I instructed.
"What machine?"
"There is a machine on the wall next to the..."
"Will you show me?"
"What?" I asked.
While this may certainly be a fantasy situation, at the time I was just oblivious because I never imagined seeing a service member in uniform in an ABS.
The Marine sighed, "Please just show me."
He stepped back and opened the door to the booth a little wider.
I stepped forward and into the booth. He closed the door behind us and latched it.
He continued to act like he didn't know what to do. Maybe he wasn't acting, but I was on guard.
"Now what do I do?"
I said, "You take your tokens and put them in the machine to make the video play. But don't put them all at once. You might want to walk around a little bit."
I was becoming aware of his smell. It wasn't bad. Not at all. It didn't stink, but it was the smell of sweat and work.
He held out a handful of tokens. I took two and inserted them in the coin slot. The TV flickered on.
He asked, "Now what?"
I reached over to the buttons and said, "You flip through until you find something you like to watch."
His voice was low and polite.
"What do you like to watch?"
"We probably watch different things. Just find something that gets you hot."
"You didn't answer my question."
There were a few moments of silence, and he was looking at me with sincere eyes.
A thousand scenarios went through my head, and my nostrils were filled with his scent.
Maybe this man needed me to let him be who he is. Maybe he needed me to play along.
I reached over to the buttons and began scanning channels until I a video appeared that had two men kissing. It was the beginning of the scene and there wasn't much more than kissing on the screen.
I dropped my arm back to my side.
"Is that what you like?" he asked.
"Yeah. I like that."
He turned to watch the screen. The scene progressed as the men began to grope one another. One moved his mouth to the other's nipples.
The Marine absent-mindedly rubbed his abdomen.
He looked at me and said, "What now?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you do now?"
I laughed nervously and said, "Are you for real?"
"I've never been to a place like this. We've passed it a hundred times, but I've never been in. We were released for the afternoon, so I decided why not?"
"In your uniform?"
"Yeah, probably not too smart."
I assured him, "Trust me, no one here minds you in that uniform!"
He smiled sheepishly and then repeated his question, "So what do we do now?"
I threw caution to the wind and decided to just be blunt.
"Well, if you were in here by yourself, you would probably jack-off to the porn that you like most."
"What if I am not alone?"
"Um, that would usually be two men. They will blow each other or fuck. Sometimes it can be more than two."
His left hand is back to rubbing his abdomen, and his right adjusted his package.
"Do you do that?"
"I have."
"Does this movie turn you on?"
"It's not the movie that has me going."
"That so?"
"I just want to be clear and not have you beat the fuck out of me. Do you want to mess around?"
"If that includes a blow job, yes sir."
He leaned in, but did not kiss me. He moved my mouth to his neck and he nuzzled his chin and jaw against my ear.
My hand went down to his camo pants, rubbing what was a growing bulge.
The two tokens ran out and he handed me two more. The movie resumed, to show one guy blowing the other.
I heard him go, "Mmmmmmm."
I began to unfasten those fatigues. He said, "Let me."
The front of his pants were wide open and his green boxers were tented. You could see a wet spot soaking through.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, sir."
I dropped down and began to mouth his cock through the fabric. I could smell the detergent from the boxers mixed with the smell of his cock. This man emitted pheromones like none I have ever met. It was intoxicating.
He took the back of my head and pushed me into his groin.
I licked and mouthed his whole package. I snaked my tongue back through that flap and gave his curled up cock and few licks. He moaned and stepped back to push his boxers down his thighs and release his meat.
He was about 6" in length, and the girth grew immense from the head to the root. He was trimmed nicely, and had long loose balls.
He moved back closer and his cock was pointing due north! I lifted his balls and managed to put them both in my mouth. He reached for the wall to brace himself as he gasped, "Dear God!" He tasted so fucking salty.
He was pushing his cock down against my forehead and I knew he wanted some attention paid to it. I licked the shaft coating it with my saliva. Once I had that rod glistening, I took him deep. My lips were stretched wide around his cock.
He grabbed my head again and said, "Hold it."
"Hold it. If you move I am going to cum. I want to wait a minute."
I sat there on my knees, my mouth full of Marine cock and I lightly began to apply a sucking pressure. I would glance up and his head was thrown back and his eyes closed.
His thighs were flexed tight. As I felt them loosen, I began to move slighty back and forth.
I pulled back on his cock and had just the head in my mouth. I could taste his precum. It was little bitter, but nutty.
He was oozing at this point.
"What the fuck are they doing?" he said while looking at the screen.
I looked up, "That's called rimming. It feels fucking great."
"Is his mouth on that dude's asshole?"
I nodded as he said, "I didn't know you fuckers did that?"
"You wanna see how it feels?"
"Your mouth on my ass?"
"You will be very happy! When did you shit?"
"What?"
"I need you to be clean. Have you shit since you last showered?"
"No. It's Shit. Shower. Shave. In that order."
"Turn around."
I used my hands to help spin him.
He had no clue what to do. He didn't arch his back or stick out his ass. I had to duck and use my hands to separate those cheeks to get to that hole. He had a fuzzy ass, and a few ginger whisps around that pink hole.
I did a big lick and he almost went through the ceiling.
"What the fuck!?!" he asked.
"That's rimming."
"Jesus Christ! That felt incredible!"
I pushed back in and tongued his hole for another minute or two.
He stepped away and said, "I'm gonna cum."
I spun him back around and took that ginger cock as far as I could down my throat. He grabbed my head and held me firmly in place. He made these micro humps and then blasted my mouth with a massive load. I tried to swallow it all, but some ran down my chin.
As his nut subsided, he released his grip. He looked down at me, and I could sense that immediate, conflicted shame straight guys have.
"It's on your chin."
"Thanks."
He began to pack away his goods and adjust his uniform.
In a million years, I will never know why I said it. I try my damnedest no to be corny. I stood up and said, "Thank you for your service."
That polite sonofabitch looked right back at me and said, "You too!"