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.
When he did so, his wallet fell out
of the angled pocket of his shorts and unfolded as it plopped out onto the
floor.
As he bent to pick it up, I
noticed two things visible to my prying eyes in the light now provided by the
video screen: a wallet-sized picture of two kids, and a gold band around his
left ring finger.
The prospect of engaging in
sexual activity with another man already had my arousal level pretty high, but the
discovery that the stranger in the next booth was married with kids, just like
me, and that he too got that unexplainable, unrelenting urge (on Father's Day,
too, again, just like me), sent my arousal level skyrocketing.
The faceless man turned and faced
the glory hole, slowly stroking his rapidly enlarging cock, and I bent down,
resting on my knees in front of the opening. His cock was fully erect now and had
a teardrop of pre-cum on the tip of its circumcised head. It looked to be of
average thickness and about six inches or so in length.
Since I didn’t engage in this activity
often, I knew I wasn’t the best cocksucker around and was happy that he was
average in size and not overly hung. But then again, since I didn’t do it very
often, when I got the chance, what I lacked in talent I made up for with
enthusiasm.
I signaled for the cock, and its
owner pushed it through the hole. It was now literally right in front of my
mouth, and the sight of it close up, and knowing what I was going to do with
it, had my own cock rock hard in an instant.
My breathing became deeper and I
too began leaking some pre-cum, dampening my underwear. I reached down and
grappled with my belt and zipper and then set my seven-incher free.
My heart was pounding with
excitement, and my fist was pounding my cock, as I inhaled deeply and caught
the scent of the stranger’s cock. I began licking his bulbous cockhead and allowed
myself to taste his pre-cum, continuing to masturbate myself hoping I wouldn’t cum
too soon.
With my free hand, I reached under
his sizable balls, cupped them, and could feel them stirring in their sack. I
lightly tickled him between his ball sack and asshole.
As if by accident, I allowed my
finger to edge a little further and wiggle between his ass cheeks, just
touching his hole. He didn’t resist, so I placed my hands on my anonymous
friend’s thighs and gently pushed and pulled on them as if to rotate him so his
back would face the glory hole. He must have realized I wanted him to turn
around because he quickly did so and without further coaching, slowly bent
over.
My God, here was this beautiful
orifice, pinkish-brown in color, pulsating, inundating, and inviting my tongue.
I had to stop stroking myself or I would have shot my load against the wall of
the booth right then. Luckily, I was able to maintain control of myself for the
moment.
I spread his cheeks apart and began
to feast on his hole. Despite the porno sound effects, I could hear him moaning
and knew he was enjoying having my tongue up his ass. He then pushed back hard against
his side of the booth and my tongue went up his ass as far as I could push it,
twisting it, twirling it.
I removed one hand from his butt
cheeks and reached under his ass and could feel him jerking off. I immediately
resumed jacking myself off at a furious pace, knowing neither of us was going
to last much longer.
The rapid pumping of my cock
along with the whole scenario of me with my tongue up some horny male stranger’s
hot ass had me at the edge of cumming in no time, and I would have, except at
that moment he pulled his ass away from the wall.
Within a second, his engorged
cock was pushed through the hole again and I immediately took as much as I
could in my mouth. Just in time too, because he began to shoot his cream into my
milking mouth almost instantly.
He had rocketed at least three
good hard streams in my mouth and down my throat, and as he blasted his fourth
rope, my cock erupted, my cum flying through the air, landing on the wall, the
floor, and the last few squirts on my leg.
Since he had cum so fast and I
didn't get to spend much time sucking a cock, I kept blowing him after he had finished
shooting off his rocket.
He let me suck on him for about
half a minute, and then my now intimate stranger stepped back, pulled up his
shorts, and exited the booth. I was not so quick; I had to have a minute to
recover and regain my wits.
Before I was even dressed, the
deep desires that had demanded a shameless male sexual encounter were gone and
quickly replaced by the “guilts.”
“What were you thinking?” I
screamed to myself as I drove home to my wife.
I wondered if my anonymous friend
was having similar thoughts as he went home to his own wife.
Still, somewhere in the deep
recesses of my mind, I knew this wouldn't be the last time something like this would
happen.
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