Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2002 14:52:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: BOOKSTORE BEAUTY

Disclaimer: This is an absolutely true story. It did really happen to me. I
haven't had to change the names because it was so long ago. Just read it
and enjoy. Don't worry about it. This incident is a little sleazy, but I
think by now my regular readers know that there is a large part of me that
is into sleaze.

BOOKSTORE BEAUTY
by RimPig (c) 2002

It was a ratty adult bookstore, but it was 'hot'. Lots of men came there to
find quick sexual fulfillment of an afternoon or evening. The place had
about 20 booths in the 'backroom'. They showed XXX movies. Some of the
booths were small - barely 4 foot wide. But those were the booths that had
'glory holes' in them. I could easily back my ass up onto a cock sticking
through one glory hole in the booth, bend over and suck another cock coming
through the glory hole in the other side of the booth.

Through an archway, on the other side of the building was a bunch of booths
that were a good deal larger (more than twice the size, with no glory
holes) where you could really get comfortable - or hold a multi-male
orgy. Those booths, however saw more action at night than in the afternoons
when I liked to stop by.

Afternoons were great because a lot of 'blue-collar' men stopped by after
work for a quick blow- job and I have this 'thing' for blue-collar guys -
especially when they are all hot and sweaty from work. By this time, you
who have read my stories know how much I love the smell of the natural
scents that come from a male's body! Sometimes, one of these 'construction
husbands' would even bend me over in one of the larger booths, shove his
fat, workingman cock up my well-lubed hole and fuck me until I could barely
stand up!

Anyway, you get the picture.

One afternoon I'm standing around just watching all the guys playing
"musical booths". Seemed like nobody was getting who or what they wanted
and they kept trying to change booths to change their luck, I guess. I
sometimes got a kick out of this behavior because it really didn't make a
lot of sense - except to somebody playing the game. Each booth had the same
selection of movies. Each booth was about the same size. Each booth had two
glory holes in them - except for the two end booths which only had one. So
what would changing your booth accomplish?

Well, actually, a couple of things. First of all, it could give you a view
of somebody who came in while you were in the booth - if they didn't go
into a booth themselves yet - in other words, fresh meat! Or, you could
just stand against the wall, like I was, and size up the available meat or
the competition for the available meat. Or you could change to another
booth next to where some delectable piece of meat was. Or you could change
booths to get away from someone who you didn't want to have anything to do
with.

So I'm just standing there, leaning against the wall, watching all of this
going on and smoking a cigarette. I haven't really seen any 'meat' that's
made me 'hungry' and there seems to be an awful lot of competition
(cocksuckers) in there that day. So I just kind of figured that I would
eventually go into the other area, into the larger, more comfortable, more
private booths and watch a movie, jack off and go home. Maybe try again
tomorrow. After all, I'd had really good days and really bad days in
there. I knew my luck would turn around soon. I just didn't realize how
soon!

As I stood there finishing my cigarette, into the backroom walked what must
have been one of the most beautiful boys I'd ever seen in my life. One of
those very manly, boy/men who acted very straight. He stood for a few
moments looking at the listing of films playing and then walked over to
where the small booths were. The sexual tension in the place raised to
about the 10th power!  Everybody saw the beauty that had stumbled into
their midst. And the shark in all the predators came out.

I figured that, what with the number of hungry sharks in the place, and
this kid's physical beauty, there was no chance for me in this feeding
frenzy. So I just decided to watch what was going to happen.

The kid first walked into an unoccupied booth that had it's door open. He
closed the door and the two booths on either side of his immediately filled
with eager cocksuckers. But it didn't do them any good. The kid quickly
came back out. He'd evidently seen the glory holes and I guessed it just
wasn't his scene. I thought he just wanted a little privacy. He tried
several other booths in the double row only to find that they all had glory
holes in them. After trying the last of them, I saw him come out, shaking
his head in disgust. Evidently, some offer had been made to him through the
hole which he didn't like.

Then he did the most surprising thing of all. He walked over to where I was
standing against the wall and used the oldest opening line in the world.

"Could I bum a cigarette from you?" he asked.

"Sure!" I said, digging the pack out of my pocket. "I gotta warn you,
they're menthol."

I had taken to saying this because a lot of guys don't like menthol
cigarettes and there was no use getting their hopes up if that was the
case.

"That's ok. That's what I usually smoke." the boy said, accepting a light
from me as well.

He didn't really looked like he smoked all that often. Looked like a
football player to me. Let me describe him to you. He stood about 6 foot
tall. He had what they call 'dirty blond' hair which was long - down to his
shoulders. But what fucking shoulders! Broad and heavily muscled with arms
to match. A chest the stuck out like an awning over a store window it was
so heavily built and which tapered to a smaller, tight waist. His legs,
what I could see in his tight jeans, were magnificent. Thick thighs and
even well developed calf muscles that stretched the fabric of the
pants. His crotch showed a large mound of manhood but no way to tell what
was balls and what was cock. Whatever was behind that zipper, though -
there was a fuck of a lot of it! Last, but not least - since it is always
what I look at first, he had deep blue eyes set above a really cute pug
nose which was above a pair of what looked to be soft and very kissable
lips. When he smiled, the angels sang! What a smile! White straight teeth
and a sparkle in his eye that went through your brain, down your spinal
column and ended up causing your dick to twitch!

I stood there next to him trying to figure out what was up. The kid
couldn't be interested in me!  Better not misread this and get my hopes
up. I just figured he wanted some 'protection' from the sharks. As long as
he was talking to me and we were smoking together, the unwritten law was
that they left us alone. I saw the looks that we were getting from
them. I'm glad looks can't kill because I would not be sharing this memory
with you. If that's what the kid needed, protection, a break from the
relentless pursuit of his body, then I was glad to give it to him. It was
the least I could do. God knows! It was the least I wanted to do!

"Crowded in here, isn't it." his deep voice startled me for a second out of
my reverie.

"Yeah. Lot's of lonely guys. Seems like they all decided to come in here
today." I said.

"You come here often?" the kid asked.

He said it seriously. I don't think he even realized that in less than 3
minutes he'd already used two of the oldest come-on lines there were.

"Yeah, pretty often." I replied.

"I've never been here before. I heard about it from some guys. I wish there
was a place that was a little more 'private', ya know?" he said.

"Well, through that alcove there are larger booths that are completely
private. No holes in the wall." I told him, understanding what he was
driving at.

"Great." he said, and then gave me a shy kind of a smile. "Do you think you
could show me?"

I thought my fuckin' heart was gonna drop into my shoes! Could I 'show'
him? Fuck! I could show him the way to heaven!

"Sure!" I said, trying desperately to keep the eagerness out of my
voice. "Be glad to."

I lead the way through the alcove and into one of the larger booths. I
walked in and he followed me. I reached past him and slammed the door right
in the face of one of the sharks who had followed behind, hoping to horn in
on the 'treasure'. I locked the door to make sure we weren't disturbed.

The kid just stood there, still lookin' beautiful and I sat down on one of
the folding chairs facing the view screen. The screen gave off enough light
to see by while it waited for one of us to drop quarters in it to play the
movies. The kid sat down in the other chair and looked real nervous. I was
starting to get the impression that he was very new to all of this - if not
a virgin! Now that thought really scared me! I didn't want the
responsibility for somebody's introduction into sex - especially in a
fuckin' booth of a dirty bookstore!

"There's nothin' to be scared of. I'm not going to hurt you. In fact I'm
not going to do anything to you at all, if that's what you want." I said.

"Why would you think that?" he asked.

"Well...I'm a bit older than you are and I just figure that maybe you got
yourself into something when you came in this bookstore that was a little
more than you wanted to handle and are trying to figure out a way to get
off and just get out of here without getting eaten alive out there. Am I
anywhere near right?" I asked him.

"Well...you're right about out there. I don't want to have sex with
somebody where other people can watch. I'm not into that. And I guess
you're right about me not being ready for what I found in here." he smiled
sheepishly at me.

"Hey! No big deal! We all had to start somewhere. There was a first time in
a place like this for all of us." I smiled back.

"Thanks." he said.

"So what I can't figure is....why did you pick me?" I know I shouldn't have
asked, but I had to know.

"Well...for one thing - you didn't chase me like the rest of them." he
said.

"Didn't figure I had any chance. Didn't want to waste the energy." I told
him.

"And there was something about you that seemed...well...nice. You weren't
pushy like the rest of them." he said.

"Listen, I'm Bobby, what's your name?" I said, reaching over and offering
my hand.

"Brian." he said, taking my hand in his.

God! What a huge hand! I hoped what they say about that holds true! He gave
me a firm handshake but didn't try to crush my hand in his - though God
knows, he could have.

"Well, Brian, why don't you tell me what you'd like to do, if anything."

"I don't really know. I mean this isn't my first time with another guy or
anything, but it is my first time in a place like this - and with a guy I
don't know." he said.

Thank God! Not a virgin!

"Well, let me put it another way then. What do you like to do with the
other guys you've been with. What did you want to do when you came in here
today?" I asked.

"I really didn't know. I haven't done a whole lot before." he said, almost
like he was ashamed of his inexperience.

"Hey, that's ok. Like I said, we all gotta start someplace. Let me ask you
this. Have you ever had your cock sucked?" I figured I better start at the
beginning.

"Fuck, yeah! I liked that a lot!" he exclaimed. Now we were getting
somewhere.

"You and just about every other male on the planet." I laughed.

He smiled.

"Ok, have you ever sucked a cock?" I asked, going a bit deeper.

"Yeah, a few times. It was cool." he said. I could tell that he much
preferred to be sucked but was willing to make it mutual.

"Ok, now let's go for Round 3! Ever fucked a guy?" I asked.

"Well...no. I wanted to try but I've never been with a guy that would let
me. I'm pretty big." he said.

'No shit, kid!' I thought to myself, looking at the growing bulge in his
jeans.

"Then I take it you've never been fucked either." I said.

"No. I don't think I'm ready for that yet. I think it must really hurt." he
said.

"Well...it can the first time, if you don't know what you're doing and the
guy you're with doesn't know what he's doing. But after a while, it just
feels good. Ok, now the bonus round! Ever been rimmed?" I asked.

"What's that?" he asked, genuinely perplexed.

"Ahh...that means having your ass licked or sucked on." I said.

"No!" he exclaimed, his blue eyes lighting up in wonder. "I've never even
heard of that!"

"Well some guys think it's nasty, until somebody swipes their tongue into
their ass - and then their moaning and screaming for more!" I laughed.

"It really feels good?" he asked.

"It really feels good!" I assured him.

"Have...have...you ever done that to a guy?" he asked shyly, evidently
afraid of insulting me.

"I've been doing that since I was 14 years old! I love to do that!" I told
him enthusiastically.

His eyes lit up. I guess he figured if I liked it that much, it was ok to
ask me to do it to him - and it certainly was!

"So I tell you what, Brian. You have got to be one of the most beautiful
young men I've ever seen. Why don't you take off your clothes and let me
see your body and let me worship it for you? I'll do anything you want and
you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. In fact, you don't have
to do anything except sit there and let me make you feel good." I told him.

"That would be great." he said.

"By the way, how many times can you get off?" I asked. I like to know
before I let him off too quick.

"I can usually cum at least three times." he said.

Ahh...youth!

"Ok. Well let's see if we can't make that 3 times in three different ways?
Ok?" I said.

"Cool!" he said as he began to pull of his t-shirt revealing that
incredibly beautiful smooth chest.

He slipped off his loafers and then his jeans. Good boy! He wasn't wearing
underwear! His cock was hard and dripping pre-cum already as it slapped up
against his hard abs. My God! It had to be at least 10 inches long and
thick! Cut, but you can't have everything.

One thing that surprised me was he asked me to take off all my clothes,
too. This was a very good sign because I wanted more than anything to feel
that hard pile-driver between his legs up my ass before this was
over. Luckily, I always cleaned out and lubed before coming to the
bookstore.  You just never knew what you were going to run into.

When I got naked, he reached out and very gently stroked my cock. I let him
for a few moments but then I pulled out of his hand and walked behind where
he sat in the chair. I guess he expected me to go right down on his cock. I
could imagine that all the boy-sex he'd had was exactly that - boys. Boys
his own age who didn't really know any subtlety to sex or really how to
please another male. I was going to show Brian just exactly what a very
experienced male slut could do with a body like his!

I started by gently massaging his temples with my fingers. I told him to
just close his eyes and relax, that I wanted to relax him and then build
him up slowly. As I ran my fingers through his long hair and massaged his
scalp, he began to moan. Evidently, Brian had never had anyone really touch
his body like this. It made me more determined to show him the best time of
his life.

Moving down to his neck and shoulders, I was overwhelmed by his
musculature. He truly was magnificent! As I worked at getting him relaxed,
my hands luxuriated in his soft skin over those blue-steel muscles. I let
my hands reach forward and massaged his pec's from behind. He surprised me
by raising his arms and reaching around behind him and gently stroking
whatever part of my body they could reach. I gently pinched at his nipples
and I heard him grunt and felt him tense at the feelings.

I moved my hands up into his armpits. I leaned down around his arms and
took a deep whiff of his scent there. Ahh! Sweaty young male! One of the
most wonderful scents in the world! I then began to lick into the tuft of
dark blond hair there. Brian moaned but reached up and held my head,
pushing my nose and mouth firmly into his pit. I began moaning at that
point, letting him know how much I appreciated the taste and smell of his
sweat.

Next I moved down to the pec just below and to the nipple that was already
beginning to harden.  I locked my lips around it and began to suck and nip
at it with my teeth. Again, Brian started moaning and he continued to hold
my head in his hand and press my face to his chest.

I moved away from him for a second and he looked up at me, like he wondered
what was wrong?  Why did I stop? I smiled at him to let him know everything
was ok and going according to my master plan! I moved in front of him and
got down on my knees, pushing him back in the chair with my hands against
his chest. I dipped my face down and began to lick at his abs and into his
belly-button. I felt the muscles clench in his gut as he felt my warm, wet
licker bathing his abs. I licked lower and found myself with my nose
pressed in his soft, blond pubic hair. It was exactly where I wanted to
find my nose! God! The scent of young, rutting, sweating male swirled up
into my brain and I was as high as a hit from the bottle of poppers I held
in my hand.

Ignoring his cock, which was standing up and leaking cock-honey like a
broke faucet, I moved down between his legs to his balls. Whew! They
wreaked of balls-sweat and musk. The scent of him was powerful here and I
was soon licking all over his tight, wrinkled nut-sack as he moaned and
reached down, pressing my head harder against his nuts with his large
hand. I love when a man takes control that way and, let me tell you -
despite his age (which I had guess right at 18) this was no boy! This was a
man! That weapon standing up above me was pure proof of that, even if his
taking charge wasn't. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get it!
And it was going to be my pleasure to give him all that he could take!

I decided that I'd left his cock alone long enough. I started licking
slowly up his shaft, feasting on the dripping cock-honey that was flowing
from his piss-slit. I reached the head of his cock and pressed my lips over
the piss-slit and began licking out all the cock-honey there and making him
moan all the louder from my moving tongue. Slowly I allowed his cock to
enter my mouth, sliding down it while my tongue caressed it in rhythmic
movements which made him thrust into me, trying to bury more and more of
his weapon in my hot, sucking mouth.

I buried his cock as deep as I could, until I had this head resting at the
top of my throat. Then I leaned forward, swallowing and forced his cock
into the muscular sheath of my throat. I kept going until my nose was once
again buried in his soft pubic hair and I was again breathing his sweat and
rut. He groaned at the feeling of my throat squeezed around his cock.

"Fuck! Nobody's ever taken all of it!" he exclaimed and I could feel him
moving around above me trying to get a good view of his cock buried to the
hilt in my sucking throat. Of course all he could see were my lips wrapped
around the base of his cock and my nose pressed into his pubic hair, but
this seemed to please him to no end.

Finally having to come up for air, I moved up his cock until my lips were
barely locked around the corona of his cock-head and then I plunged back
down, burying him in my throat again. I was giving him very much the
experience of a good fuck in my ass. A foretaste (though he didn't know it
at the time) of things to come! I did this several times and I knew that it
was all that he could take. He'd been hard almost the whole time since he
came in the bookstore and I figured he probably had started getting hard in
the car on the way there in anticipation. Too long for someone so young. He
needed to get off and get off now!

I felt his orgasm building and I buried his cock in my throat one more
time. I felt it swell and knew that he was about to blow. I let his first
shot of cum start in my throat but quickly pulled my head up so that more
and more of his creamy manjuice would go into my mouth. I wanted to taste
his cum - not just swallow it. He shot again and again. I must have taken
at least a dozen heavy loads of his young cum. He finally stopped shooting
and slumped in the chair, his cock still in my mouth. Strangely enough,
he'd been rather silent during his orgasm, only little grunts escaping
during each shot of jism. I figured that he didn't want everyone in the
place to know what was going on. Like they wouldn't!

I continued to nurse on his cock, which never went soft. In fact, I
couldn't have told that he'd just shot his load if I hadn't swallowed it
myself! I reached up and began stroking and tickling his balls and his cock
was instantly as hard as it had been when he came. I finally pulled off for
a minute and looked up into his deep blue eyes.

"Well...how was that?" I asked.

"That was incredible!!!" he exclaimed. "Nobody has ever gotten me off like
that! Nobody's ever been able to take all of my cock before! You are
incredible!"

And saying this, he reached down and ruffled my hair. It was a very sweet
and endearing thing to do. I smiled back at him.

"And that was only number one!" I told him.

He grinned.

"And what do you have in mind for number 2?" he asked.

"Funny you should put it that way..." I said and he looked at me funny.

I leaned down and began to lick the inside of his massive thighs. There was
very little hair and the taste of his sweat on the skin made me eager for
the feast that I knew was coming - his butt! The next orgasm was going to
be with my tongue in his ass. I slowly licked and nibbled on the inside of
each of his thighs and then began licking his nuts again. They had
slackened in their sack somewhat until I started licking them again. Then
they drew back up tight against the base of his cock. I reached up and
grabbed his legs under the knees and lifted. He raised his legs and
naturally scooted forward in the chair. I began to lick the underside of
his balls and down onto the patch of skin just between his balls and his
ass.

As I did, the powerful scent of his ass began to assault my nose and the
dark muskiness of it was driving me insane! I pushed his legs further up
and his ass trench was finally revealed to me. It was all but hairless but
the aroma that filled the air was pure male ass! Sweat, musk, assjuice - it
all combined to create a robust and heady mixture that was the delight of
every ass-freak, like myself. I buried my nose in his ass trench and
inhaled deeply of the scent. I couldn't get enough of it! I didn't want to
start licking right away because I didn't want to erase this wonderful
scent too quickly.

Finally, I couldn't resist any longer. I had to taste his ass!  I had to
experience the tang of his ass musk and the saltiness of the sweat there. I
began to slowly drag my tongue through the trench and the feelings began to
register on his brain because he began to moan louder and louder as my
tongue approached it's ultimate desire - his virgin hole! I licked around
and around that tiny pink puckered opening as he continued to howl out his
homage to my rimming talents. But it was time for me to go for my prize!
The real treasure! I locked my lips to his anal opening and began sucking
at the hole while, at the same time, my tongue point began to spear into
the hole, trying to open it enough for my tongue to slip inside and to
finally taste the inside of this luscious male.

It took a while, lots of licking and lots of sucking but finally I had his
tight, virgin hole open enough that my tongue was deep inside him and
licking out the dark, tart tastes of his beautiful ass. He began stroking
his cock as I sucked on his butt and it wasn't long before I felt his
orgasm approaching. I could feel it in the trembling of the muscles of his
asslips as they pulsed around my digging tongue. Finally, with a deep
grunt, his ass muscles locked around my tongue to the point that I thought
they were going to chew it right off! I could feel each shot of cum as it
exited his cum-tube because each blast would tighten his butt around my
probing tongue.

When he was through cumming, his was covered with the white product of his
nuts. I lowered his legs and, kneeling up and over his body, began to lick
up his cum from his chin down to his hand which still held his hard
cock. It took me a few minutes, but when I was finished, not a drop of
semen remained anywhere on his body. He looked down at me and grinned.

"Damn!!! That was incredible! Fuck! You told me that would feel good - and
it sure did! I don't know if I could lick some guy's ass like that, but I
sure liked having it done!" he exclaimed.

"I'm glad. Like I told you, I love doing it. And you have a beautiful ass
to eat!" I assured him.

We just grinned at each other. Him, sitting in the chair and me on my knees
below him. Finally that position got to be a little too much for me and I
carefully raised up and sat in the other chair.

"Can you still make three?" I asked.

I was looking at his cock which hadn't gone soft yet. I figured he wasn't
bragging about his ability, but I wanted to make sure.

"As good as the first two were, I can't wait to see what you've got in
store for that!" he said.

I wished, not for the first time, that I had this hunk home in a bed and
not the stall of an adult bookstore. But, beggars can't be choosers - or
something like that! I knew that I had to have this stud fuck me! I was
cleaned out. I was well lubed up and I had poppers - what more could a man
ask for! I guessed it was going to be standing up, leaned over one of the
chairs.

I got on my knees again and took his cock into my mouth. I covered it with
as much saliva as I could then stood up and leaned over the chair,
presenting my ass to him.

"I think you can figure out what I want." I said, looking him in the eyes.

"You want me to fuck you?!" he exclaimed.

He was surprised, but I saw that look of a predator in his eyes! His first
piece of tail - literally.  Yes, he was a man and a man fucks! And he was
going to fuck me! As far as I was concerned, he could fuck the ass right
off me!

He stood up and got behind me. I could feel his fingers running up and down
the trench of my ass trying to find my hole. I reached back and guided his
finger to it and he pressed forward. His finger sunk deep into my ass and
he moaned at the heat and wet he found there. He quickly tried to line up
his cock and force it inside when I reached back and grabbed hold of it.

"Whoa! Let's take this a little slow. That's a big fucking weapon you've
got there! You've got to let a guy take it slow and get used to it." I told
him.

"I'm sorry!" he apologized, almost like a little boy who'd been caught
stealing. It was cute.

"That's ok. Just let me get you started here and let me move back on it at
my own pace. You just hold still and let me move back to you." I instructed
him.

I placed the head of his cock at my hole and slowly began to press
back. The head popped through my sphincter and I heard him gasp. I stopped
and allowed my ass to get used to the idea of having this monster shoved up
it. As I relaxed, I began to slowly move back, taking more and more of his
rod into my sheath. When I finally felt his pubic hair against my butt
hole, we both moaned at finally having him all inside me. I reached back
and grabbed his hips to hold him there for a little while so my chute could
get really used to this huge fucker up my guts. Then I pushed him back
slightly until he got the idea and then I let go.

His first few strokes were tentative, but as the feelings increased and my
moans made it obvious that I was not in pain but in heaven, Brian began to
fuck my ass like he did it every day of his life!  He pounded my hole, he
moved his cock around so that he hit damn near every place in my hole.  He
fucked me with short, rabbit thrusts and long, deep-dick thrusts. Finally
he just was pounding my hole harder and harder until I knew that I was
about to shoot my load.

"Brian, God! That feels so good! Brian, I'm gonna cum! I can't stop it,
you're fucking cock feels so good!" I moaned.

My orgasm and the clenching of my shit-chute around his cock set him off as
well. He buried his cock in my butt one more time and I could feel the
pulsing of his cock as he shot volley after volley of young-man spoonge
deep in my guts.

He clung to my back as we came down from our sexual high. I could feel the
sweat of his body drenching mine and smell the scent of our fuck and both
our bodies. I wish I could have bottled the fragrance! I would have made a
fortune!

We sat there naked, catching our breath. We talked some. I told him about
the baths and how to find them. I told him about some of the protocol there
so he wouldn't get into trouble and then he dressed and he was gone.

I never saw him again. I really didn't expect to. It was just my lucky day.

The End of BOOKSTORE BEAUTY

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