By: 69andmore
It’s that familiar feeling that
comes upon you suddenly, out of nowhere. If you are bi, and married, like me,
well, you know what I mean - that sudden, unexplainable urge to have sex with a
man, to satisfy a desire. It invades your thoughts, and experience has taught
you it won’t go away, won’t allow you to think clearly, rationally, until you
surrender to it.
All I knew was that once the craving overpowered me, I was horny for cock and needed a fix, to give in to the hedonistic power it had over me and find some sort of man-sex for relief. Trying to fight it off was futile.
I was feeling that way today, and to make matters more complicated, it was Father’s Day. Why did I have these re-occurring thoughts again badgering me, especially today of all days?
Although my sex life with my wife
was good, and despite knowing that because it was my special day I’d probably be getting some that night, ambushed by the thoughts of a hard cock, a hot ass, and a hot load of cum,
I knew what I had to do.
After making my cell phone ring,
I went upstairs and told my wife that my buddy Joe had called to tell me his
car had broken down and he needed a ride. Of course, that wasn’t true, but my
wife and Joe never talked so I knew she’d never hear differently.
With an excuse to get out of the
house for a bit put in place, I jumped in my car and headed off to a specific adult book
store. I had chosen this particular one purposely because it was fairly new in the
area and I had heard it offered booths with glory holes – something none of the
others in the area had - and that men went there to use them with other men. Using
a glory hole was going to be a new experience for me, but one that I was quite
excited about.
That excitement grew as I pulled
into the parking lot, and continued to grow as I entered the bookstore, paid
the attendant cash in exchange for tokens, and started to make my way to the
back area where the booths were located.
As my eyes adjusted to the
darkness, I heard the sounds of the sucking and fucking emanating from the porn
playing inside some of the occupied booths. The empty booths stood with the
doors open, as a small number of guys hung out cruising, some walking around,
and some leaning against the walls or booths.
I didn’t have the time or need to
cruise; all I needed was to have a little man-on-man sexual activity so I could
regain control of my life again, and I immediately walked into the first open
booth and closed the door.
After locking the door, I dropped
some tokens in the machine and pushed a few buttons until I came across a movie
that looked good. It was a gay porno and watching it made my mouth water. I
looked around and saw the hole cut in the wall between my booth and the next
one, and my cock twitched in my jeans.
It wasn't too long before I heard
someone enter the booth next to mine and lock the door. I looked down through
the large hole in the wall and was barely able to make out a pair of legs and
sneakers in the darkness of his booth.
As I continued to peer through the hole, the stranger dropped some tokens into his machine and then dropped his shorts and underwear to the concrete floor.