Date: Wed, 18 Oct 2006 18:17:33 -0500 From: Phil Barton <bear.47@hotmail.com> Subject: Giving In to the Urge - Part 1 The following true story is appropriate reading material for open-minded legal-age adults. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did living it. ***** It had been a while since I'd given in to what I considered my darkest urges. Middle-aged married men with 2 kids didn't visit adult bookstores in search of anonymous sex, did they? Of course they did, and I was proof. As I drove into the parking lot of one of my old 'haunts', I put my mind on auto-pilot, surrendering to a primal need to get on my knees and suck a stranger's cock. This place was reasonably busy for this time of day, and the circulating patrons looked interesting enough to drive me toward the 2-person booths, instead of the single gloryhole claustrophobia-inducers. That decision proved to be a good one. I entered the booth leaving the door ajar, giving opportunity to whoever was ready to seize it. I slipped my money into the video machine and turned to see a short, but decently built and attractive guy enter my booth. He looked to be around 30 years old, and was wearing a jersey, jeans, and gym shoes - a regular guy. I am 6'1", 225, hairy, and built like a linebacker. I must have been 5 inches taller and a good 60 lbs heavier, so I detected a slight sense of intimidation. The guy was nervous. It was obvious to me that he was new to this kind of scene. "Hey, how's it going?" A nervous "Hi" came in return. "Let me lock the door so we don't get any surprises, OK?" No answer, as I brushed past him to fasten the door lock. "What do you like?", I asked. More silence, and I got the impression that he was losing his nerve for the whole experience. I suddenly felt sorry for him. I could remember being terrified when I first made my way into an adult bookstore. Instantly I decided that I needed to make his "maiden voyage" a positive, memorable one - if he'd give me the chance to get started. "Would you like to get your dick sucked?", I asked him, cutting to the chase. He nodded hesitantly, then enthusiastically. OK, I thought, now we're getting somewhere. When he still made no move at preparations for the event, I realized I would be doing all the work. With a grin on my face - which triggered a sheepish one on his - I moved toward him, kneeling in front while I began unbuckling his belt. I unbuttoned his jeans and looked up at his face while I unzipped his zipper. He seemed to be in awe of what was happening. I decided to play it over the top. With his zipper down, I felt the front of his white briefs, eager to discover what kind of package I was unveiling. I felt a small, curved, but extremely hard cock there. I acted as if it were the most perfect cock in the world, burying my face in his crotch and moaning as I lightly bit along the shaft and head. At this point I had moved my hands up the back of his jeans to focus on squeezing his ass cheeks while I teased him. My approach began to motivate him. I felt him put his hands on my head and gently grind into my face. I looked up to see his head held back, eyes closed, with small moans escaping from deep in his throat. I certainly didn't want to want my new friend to get this far and cum in his pants, so I slowly pulled down his jeans, and likewise his underwear. His little cock sprang out of his briefs, looking for more attention. In the dim lighting of the porno, I could see that it had one hell of an upward curve to it. I chuckled to myself as I saw that the combination of the bend in his dick and his degree of arousal caused his cockhead to touch his abdomen as he stood there, pants and underwear at his ankles. Rounding out his package was a smallish set of balls, with barely a hint of hair on the sack. I saw and felt my buddy tense up at this moment - the moment of truth. From my knees, I looked into his eyes and said, "You have a beautiful cock. Can I taste it?" Apparently, I had come up with the perfect line. "Please!", he said desperately. With my left hand, I cupped and squeezed his right ass cheek as I lowered my mouth to the object of my desire. As I grasped his dick to guide it into my mouth, I was surprised at the heat that it was generating - it was obvious that he had a maximum amount of blood flowing, and that he was incredibly aroused. I would need to mix up my techniques, or this session would be over too quickly. I started out using only my tongue, licking his rod like it was a popsicle. When I felt his dick begin to pulsate, I moved up to the head, and licked the tip, letting him know that I wanted his juice. After he calmed a bit, I started tickling, and lightly stroking his balls. When this produced an audible positive reaction, I moved down to lick his sack, then suck on one, then the other ball. Because of their size, I was easily able to then suck his whole sack into my mouth, and roll his balls around with my tongue. It was evident that my buddy wasn't going to last much longer, so I moved my mouth back over his little cock, and concentrated on the head. (I just love sucking and licking on cockheads!) I moved slightly sideways, as this allowed for a more natural motion taking into account his dick's curvature, and started to build toward the big finish - ass in left hand and balls in right. His hips began to buck and his breath shortened. His hands carressed my head while still applying pressure - he was fucking my mouth, no doubt. A few more strokes and I felt his knees buckle and he whimpered as his little cock began to spasm, shooting out gush after gush of warm, tasty cum. I pulled my mouth back until my lips barely engulfed the head of his cock, and gently massaged his balls while I drank it down. He was so horny, and it seemed to have been such a long time since he'd cum, that I was really surprised at the volume and duration of his orgasm. It was as if I were using his dick as a straw and drinking all the contents of his ballsack - like a cum juicebox! Eventually, he was spent, and I eased up on my stimulation. I looked up and saw a huge, fatigued smile. He seemed sort of woozy from the experience. I bent forward to kiss his soft cock, and pulled up his underwear and pants. He took over at that point, tucking in his shirt as he suddenly became talkative. I'm not used to that. Usually I'm lucky to hear a quick "thanks" before they fly home to the wife and kids. Yes, he was married, and she didn't like to give blowjobs. He said, "And that was the greatest orgasm of my life. Can I see you again?". I said, "Sure, I'm here from time to time - just stop by." He looked a little disappointed as we both exited the booth and moved toward the entrance of the bookstore. but I knew that chances were I'd never see him again, and that after tonight's activities, I'd be suppressing my urges for awhile. The cycle of acceptance and denial would continue for me. ****** These stories are real. I have more. Would you like me to post them? If so, email me at bear.47@hotmail.com Cheers!