Rush Hour Cocksucker-[GH-64]-part-1-of-1
submitted May 10, 2015
Categories: Bisexual
Rush Hour Cocksucker Part-1-of-1 . I am total and complete cum slut. I have no shame, no manly pride…just a hungry mouth, raging hard dick and dripping wet face. . By the time the fourth cock slid through the hole in the wall, I’d already been there long enough to burn through more money than I was accustomed to spending in the video booths but I was on a roll. Even though my jaw was starting to ache and my mouth wasn’t nearly as wet as it was when I started, the pulsing cocks kept throbbing in my face, wanting more of what I was giving. . This particular adult bookstore wasn’t on the same caliber of my usual stops. Living in Portland, there is no shortage of places to visit. Rumor is that this city has more adult businesses per capita than any other city in the country. I’ve been on a mission to at least visit each and every one of them. Typically my visits are short looks. I go inside, take a look at the butt plugs to see if anything appeals to me, then leave. After finding the pristine clean booths at Paradise and Mr. Peeps, the former having grab rails to hold on to with generous sized glory holes at both places, I hadn’t felt the urge to check out other booths. Today though, I was horny, in a hurry and knew I could get my fix just about anywhere. . The booths here at Blue Spot on 82nd are what most people think of when they think of glory hole video booths. The quasi-chlorine smell of the cum combined with the musky smell of sex and perspiration permeated the air in the dirty booths, floors sticky with fresh cum, cramped little closets lining around a room with an assortment of fellow perverts leaning against the outer door jambs, like vultures stacked up waiting for the road kill to stop moving before they swoop in. most days I’d see that mess and just leave. Today though was different. Today it clicked with me as my inner whore screamed ‘feed me” . I walked casually around the room, scouting through the open doors for booths with glory holes. It didn’t take long to find a paired set of booths, the hole beckoning me like the Sirens would sing to Sailors, bringing them to their peril. . My inner slut smiled a bit when the sound of my door closing was almost immediately mimicked by the sound of the adjacent booth closing. . Someone in the store must have liked what they saw when I cruised through. The machine whirred it’s usual growl as it sucked in the 5 dollar bill I fed it. . The flickering screen popped to life with a nice ripe ass just getting stuffed. Electronic, faked, forced moaning sounds filled the air from the video. As I love a good close up visual of butt fucking, I didn’t bother flicking through the other channels. . ZZzzziiip, snap, buckle, pants open, my hands were soon working my own cock. The sounds coming from the other side of that thin plywood wall and changing light shadow through the glory hole told me my roommate was doing the same. I never bother trying to look through the hole to see the other person’s face. If I wanted to know what you looked like, I’d go to the local nude beach. Glory hole booths are about the dick. If you wanna make some sort of connection, get on E-Harmony. This is about the almighty blowjob. . Admittedly, I am used to finding hungry bottoms at these places. Most times I get the fingers poking through to my side, giving me the signal to feed them. After a couple of minutes and no fingers, I figured they were waiting for something themselves. So I stuck a couple of fingers through the hole, tapped the wall so they would hear me signaling if their eyes were too busy staring at the screen. . They must have been waiting through because their cock followed my withdrawing fingers through the hole. This first dick wasn’t anything to write home about…but I was a good host. I’d invited it in so I was going to make sure it left happy. When my lips closed around the shaft I could tell it wasn’t fully hard yet. My wet tongue went to work, bathing that velvet head and my lips gliding down the shaft. . I made sure I had plenty of spit to soak his cocks, adding to the lube. . It took no time to get his circumcised cock to its full rigid potential. I figure it wasn’t more than 6 inches with a narrow thickness but it was a great cock to warm up with. I knelt on the cum soaked floor, bent over, face fucking his cock, my own protruding through my unzipped pants. He started to thrust a little, meeting my face, his pubes pressed against the plywood as he tried to get his dick all the way through the hole. . The way he was starting to throb and squirm I knew I was about to get rewarded. . What I didn’t expect was his sudden withdraw and self-applied masturbation. Right when I figured I had him, he retreated. My face being at the level of the hole I had a perfect view of him grabbing his dick and beating himself over the edge, his pumping fist milking out that load. . Spent, he wiped himself down with the provided tissues, buckled up, and made his escape. . Getting up off the floor, I just sat there in the plastic chair and flipped through the channels to find some gay gangbang to stroke to. . It wasn’t long though before the next participant arrived. After all, it was evening rush hour so all the horny husbands and dads making their way home from the office were stopping in to dump their day’s stress into a white creamy mess on the floor. And I was there to catch at least some of it. . The next cock caught me by surprise. It was a fine specimen. Far too nice for the confines of this dirty booth. Thick…almost too thick to fit in my mouth and the length was already impressive even though it was evident he still had some room to grow. Bending over from a seated position did not do this dark skinned beauty justice. I dropped back to my knees on that filthy floor and rightfully worshipped this stallion’s muscle. . Opening wide and swallowing deep, I sucked in as much of that dark dick as possible. This time it was my turn to press flesh to plywood, my lips feeling borders of the cut hole. His cock head feeling the borders of my deep throat, and pushing further. I’m fortunate that my gag is not an active one. I was rewarded by this man’s man cock pushing my limits. Plunging the depths of my cock sucking ability. Making spit as fast as I could, coating him, leaving it slick, glistening in the blue TV light. Lips snug, head bobbing, jaw pried wide and my own rock hard 7 inches throbbing between my legs. My asshole wishing we had this huge cock in a real bed so it would have a ride. . I mouth fucked this now rock hard cock like it was the last cock on earth and held the secret to eternal life. I was going to make sure this stud got serviced. He started to thrust a little. Pressing my lips against the plywood again I opened my throat. He took the hint and worked his hips, using my wet open mouth like I was his personal fuck toy. . Gagging, drooling, squirming, I kneeled there being treated like the slut I felt I was. And fucking loved it. Eyes watering, throat starting to hurt a little from his cock head punishing the back of it. I pulled back my mouth a little, adding my hand as I slobbered on his knob. As I pumped my closed fist up and down and sucked hard on his cum swollen head, I felt his shaft grow just a little harder. . Oh yesses, there it was…salty bitter-sweet creamy smooth cum splashing into my mouth and dripping out and down my chin. I heard that unmistakable ‘splat’ of human fluids hitting concrete flooring as I didn’t swallow fast enough. A huge fucking load of cum and a very satisfied stud gone with the hasty withdrawal, zipper closed and the rattle of the adjacent door opening and closing. Holy Fuck he had me raging horny. . He must have given the room a big thumbs up when he left because I don’t think 3 seconds passed before the door opened and closed and the next guy was in the booth. The movie was still playing from the last guy’s money so the new comer just had to bare it and share it. After such a magnificent last black cock, this average size white cock was a bit of a bummer but also a relief. I was feeling a little bit used in the best of way but a man has gotta know his limits. After all, I am usually the one getting sucked. But since I was already on my knees, I got busy. Fortunately, he must have already been primed to nut. He’d probably had been stroking to the movies in another booth while waiting for some action. . I used his dick to wipe the cum off my face from the last guy, smearing his dick all over. Slapping my face with his cock, I sent him the signal that he had a real cock lover on the other side of the wall. My days’ worth of face stubble left no doubt it was a dude handling his dick but the mixed spit/cum slime on my face gave it all a very slick sensation. All it took was just a couple of minutes of full depth mouth strokes to feel him push forward and expel his ball juice. I pushed forward myself, placing his cock head on the back of my tongue. I hardly tasting it at all as his cum shot straight down my throat. . I figured I have one more blowjob left in me so I put another bill in the machine. . That I didn’t have to wait long was a startling contrast to some stores I’ve been in. it made me wonder if men felt a particular attraction to this grimy store or if the few men that were there had passed the word that the head in that booth was really fucking good. If so I took it as a compliment. . This new dick was long and slender. Probably pushing 8 inches but thin and stick like. It wasn’t the most attractive thing in the world and I was feeling pretty done. My balls ached and my cock head was smeared with pre cum. My throat was sore and my mouth dry. I figured to change things up a little so I stood up, bringing our dicks together. Laying mine on top of his, I stroked them and rubbed them together, smearing his cock all against mine. . I half expected him to withdraw but he was game. I surprised myself because I usually don’t do this sort of thing, rubbing our cocks together. But it was hot. My dick responded rapidly. Surprising myself I just went with it because I wanted to rid my balls of their built up of cum. fuck it, I thought as I let go and spewed my cum all over this guy’s dick. . With my cum adding the much needed lube, my experienced hands worked his stiff cock like a professional. I really wanted to get his nut so I put some serious effort into it but he just took all I had and kept his rock hard pencil thin dick pressed through that hole, throbbing almost robotically. . I watched my cum drying out while I stroked him and turning into a sticky white mess on his cock. . Finally I relented and went back down on my knees and took him back in my mouth. I sucked my cum off of his stiff shaft to no avail. This guy wasn’t going to nut. . My aching jaw and my post orgasmic brain finally had enough. I tucked my wet dick back into my pants, made a halfhearted attempt to wipe my face off with my hands, which must have made things even more evident. . It was time to go. His dick was still sticking through the hole as I turned the knob and left the booth. . I hope he found his eventually, I know I did. . The end…