From: funkyg@alias.cyberpass.net (Funky Gun)
Subject: Bookstore Cocksucking
Date: 3 Oct 1996 08:35:38 -0400

The other night I had a while to kill so I stopped at the local adult
bookstore on the way home.  I bought a $1.00 token and proceeded into one
of the video viewing booths to enjoy some good porn to pass the time.  I
closed the door but did not lock it just in case someone decided to join me
for a while.

I had just put the token in when the door opened and a blond haired
gentleman stepped in and locked the door.  I reached over and undid his
pants and pulled out his soft warm cock while watching his face for a
reaction.  He didn't seem to mind so I continued with my plan.  As I began
to suck him his cock started to swell and harden much to my joy.  As I
continued to suck he began to make contented noises so I knew I would be
able to continue sucking but little did I know how much he was really
getting into it.

He pulled me off the chair and to my feet and undid my pants and pulled out
my swollen hard cock.  He reached behind me and began to rub my ass and
grin.  I thought to myself that maybe he would turn me around and fuck me
but he continued to play with my ass and cock until I was at the very edge,
as I began to moan he quit touching me and let me calm down, this continued
until I was about to explode and was going out of my mind.

I finally leaned over and began to suck him with even more vigor.  To my
amazement he continued to grow larger and harder.  Before I knew it I could
no longer take him all the way without discomfort.  His cock wasn't
especially long, my guess was about 7 1/2 inches, but God it was thick.  I
could just get it into my throat enough to lick his balls once or twice
before I started to gag and had to pull back.  Soon he was so thick my jaws
began to hurt and I couldn't open my mouth any wider.

I started to pull back to give my jaws a rest when he suddenly became
totally lost in the cock worship I was giving.  He put his hands on the
back of my head and pushed me completely onto my knees.  He said "now I'm
going to show you you whore cocksucking bitch".  The floor was covered with
cum from all the guys who had jacked off while watching the videos but I
was pushed down into the mess anyway.

Suddenly I was far down into the sticky cum and he held my head tight as he
began to fuck my face.  He continued pumping harder and deeper until I
could no longer resist his thrusts.  As he pounded into my face I would
choke as he rammed into the back of my throat.  I was no longer sucking his
cock, I was being brutally fucked in the face.  About every three thrusts I
would catch a partial breath as he withdrew then he would plunge into me
again and batter the back of my throat as I choked.

Tears were running down my face and saliva ran down my chin onto my shirt
and he kept pounding the back of my throat as he held my head tightly so I
was completely under his control.  Just as I thought I was going to pass
out from not being able to breathe he began to cum.  He continued to ram
into me and cum more and more, I was weak from the intense fucking and cum
was spilling out of my mouth and running into my beard.

As he finished he withdrew and used my face and beard as a towell to clean
the cum and saliva off of his slowly softening cock.  He released me and I
crumpled onto the sticky cum soaked floor, dazed and disoriented. He pulled
his pants up and zipped his fly and opened the door to leave.  As he was
leaving he looked down at my swollen cock and said "take care of yourself
bitch" I heard the door close and he was gone.

As I beagn to regain my senses I reallized I was back in my car, I had
gotten up and left the bookstore.  I noticed the time and reallized that it
had been 45 minutes since I had gone into the booth, that meant that the
savage face fucking I had gone through had lasted at least 30-35 minutes,
no wonder I was weak.  I also wondered what the guy behind the counter of
the bookstore thought, My face and beard was covered in fresh cum and
saliva and my clothes were covered with old cum and dirt from laying on the
floor in the booth.

Two days later as I sit and remember the events that took place my throat
is still sore and bruised from the pounding.  I also reallize that no
matter what anybody says $1.00 still goes a long ways in America.