Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2006 15:32:26 -0500
From: Phil Barton <bear.47@hotmail.com>
Subject: Giving in to the Urge - Part 2

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.

*****

I was in New York City on business, never having been there before. It just
so happened that I was staying in a hotel not too far from the infamous 42nd
Street.  Being alone on this trip, I'd been planning on exploring that part
of the city for weeks.  Married for several years, I was in the throes of
sexual-adventure-starvation. I thought I was ready for anything.

But I wasn't.  I wasn't ready for all the sights and sounds and people.  It
was all too much.  There were too many video arcades and strip joints and
sex shops and hustlers on the street yelling for me and my money to come in
and see their show and enjoy their service. I admit I was overwhelmed by it
all. I walked for a while, dodging the hustlers and avoiding eye contact as
best I could.  I got up enough nerve to enter a couple of bookstores but was
unnerved by being approached by several shady-looking men. I couldn't
believe how brazen they were.  I was from the midwest and had never been
propositioned by a man. I was horny, but I didn't think I could get THAT
horny.

My enthusiasm for my 42nd street adventure was waning. I walked back toward
my hotel room slowly, thinking about how I'd set my expectations for real
action way too high.  I sighed as I looked up and saw the bright lights of
an adult video arcade sign.  I decided that this would be my last stop -
maybe they'd have a magazine I'd take back to the room with me.

I entered the shop and wandered the movie and magazine aisles until I
noticed the back room. As I walked that way, I could see the row of booths.
I thought "This will be better than a magazine - I'll just watch some porno
and jack off".  I entered the booth on the end, fastened the door, and
turned to feed my dollar into the video machine.

The video had just begun when I heard a knock at the door.  I unlatched it
and said "Yeah?".  There as a middle-aged man standing there dressed in a
Yankees jacket.  "Let me in", he said.  It didn't occur to me to refuse, so
I stepped back and let him enter. He re-latched the door and glanced at the
video screen.

"Is that what you like?" He pointed at the screen.

I followed his gaze to see two attractive guys engaged in a vigorous 69.

"Uhhh...I just put the money in and that's what came on", I stammered.

"Sure, I bet.  You look like the type who likes cock.  Well, how do you like
this one?"

I looked down as the man reached into his zipper and fished out his cock.

To call it a horsecock would be barely exaggerating.  It looked as wide as
an extra leg and hung almost to his knee.  I was awestruck - I never knew
anything that big was possible.  He gestured it to me and I approached
cautiously, afraid yet fascinated.  He let me hold it and play with it. I
squeezed and stroked it, then reached in his pants.  I was suddenly curious
about the size of his nuts.  Although I couldn't see them, my hand confirmed
that they were equally colossal. My mind was racing with conflicting
thoughts and desires, and I had just begun to wonder about getting that big
cockhead in my mouth when he slapped my hands away.  It seems he had other
ideas and fantasies to explore.

He turned me around and pulled down my pants.  I was now leaning against the
wall - leaned over with my head resting on my crossed arms.  He rubbed and
played with my ass - I could hear his breath coming in shorter intervals as
his excitement built. My mind was so jumbled, I didn't even think to protest
what was happening.  Then I felt my cheeks being spread and hot breath and a
wet tongue against my ass - the first time ever.  After my initial shock, I
surprised myself by arching my back and pushing against his face - giving
him as much access as was humanly possible. I realized he was stroking his
big monster, and for a split second I was alarmed that he had intentions of
trying to make that thing fit where it didn't have a chance in hell.  But
no, I guess that impossibility was obvious to him, as well.  He stood up and
began telling me how much he admired my ass, while he squeezed and rubbed.

"You've got a nice ass.  I'll bet all your boyfriends love your ass, don't
they?  How many have you let fuck this pretty ass?"

"None", I said.

"You're telling me that no one has fucked you?"  He sounded incredulous.

"No, never", I replied, moving my hips against his exploring fingers.

"Well, I've got news for you then.  The way you are moving your ass means
you don't have an asshole, you have a pussy!"

With that remark, he used his fingers to tickle my asshole while I
considered his observation.  I was still wet from his previous efforts at
ass-licking, and he took advantage of that situation to insert a finger. I
couldn't suppress a slight moan as he worked the finger in and out slowly,
torturously.

"See, what did I tell you?  You love having your pussy licked and
finger-fucked, don't you?"

"Yes", I said meekly.

One of his hands kept rubbing me - exploring every crevice - while the other
was concentrated on jerking his cock. Just as I was wondering what was going
to happen next, he began to groan. I felt him squeeze my left ass cheek very
hard and spread it as he grunted loudly.  I felt the first spray of his hot
cum on my lower back, then across my ass, and then I felt the head of his
cock being pushed between my cheeks.  There, he continued to stroke as the
spasms continued.  I now felt each gush of warm liquid slide down my crack
and across my asshole. Because of the way I was leaning against the wall and
arching my back, his cum began to run down and coat my ballsack, increasing
my own arousal.  I began moaning myself as he stopped stroking, using both
hands to spread my cheeks and humping his dragon against me.  Against my ass
and balls, I could feel that his cock was pointed down, and he slowed into a
circular grinding motion, coming to the end of his powerful orgasm. He used
my ass to wipe off every drop of cum from his big hog, and as I turned
around, I was disappointed to see him putting it away and zipping up his
pants.

Now that our session was ending, I quickly pulled up my underwear and pants,
suddenly hit with an intense wave of guilt. I realized I hadn't taken the
time to clean myself up at all.

"You need to get some of your friends to loosen up that pussy for you, then
come back here and let a real man fuck it", he said as he unlatched the door
to the booth.  With that, he was gone.  I waited a few seconds and then left
the booth, making a beeline for the arcarde exit.

As I looked at people passing me on the sidewalk, I thought, "I wonder what
they'd think if they knew what I just finished doing?". The idea that no one
did know, or care, and that I had been able to satisfy some primal sexual
craving so easily, yet undetected, began to excite me again. The guilt
subsided.  I was suddenly more aware of the wetness - the cum that I could
still feel on my ass, between my cheeks, and covering my balls. I now walked
faster, suddenly desperate to get back to my hotel room and get some relief.
  The elevator took forever climbing to my floor, and having to share the
car with other guests was the only way to prevent me from pulling out my
dick then and there.

Once inside my room, I kicked off my shoes and began removing all my
clothes. I seemed to be working myself into some kind of sexual frenzy. I
carefully removed my underwear looking for the wet spots on the back.  The
man had used his firehose to spray me, and my underwear was soaked.  I
immediately began licking the wettest parts, tasting the salty cum of the
stranger. I stuffed the fabric into my mouth so that I could suck out as
much as possible, and began stroking my dick, which seemed hard enough to
pop.  I lay back on the bed to savor the taste of the man's cum, and
squeezed my balls while I jerked off. I was surprised that my nuts were
still wet, but that inspired me to begin rubbing my asshole - my pussy, also
sticky and gooey from my friend's attention. Suddenly I was gripped by the
need to have his cum inside me, so I began fingering my hole, using all the
leftover cum as lubrication.  Remembering his comment, I began saying "Fuck
my pussy, fuck my pussy!" through the briefs stuffed in my mouth.  It didn't
take long before I was over the edge. My repeated grunts were muffled by the
underwear as my cock shot spurt after spurt of cum on my chest and stomach.
My nuts seemed to explode into the most intense orgasm of my life.
Gradually, I calmed down and I lay, fully spent on my hotel bed.

When I finally woke up a couple of hours later, I wondered if I had just
experienced a powerful sexual dream, but my sticky, cum-covered body and
underwear convinced me that it was all true.  I reached down and rubbed my
growing cock, while I wondered how and when I'd get a hard cock in my hungry
pussy.

******

These stories are real.  I have more.  Would you like me to post them?  If
so, email me at bear.47@hotmail.com
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