Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2003 00:39:04 -0500
From: Thomas Rea <tommy922@hotmail.com>
Subject: Peep Show 2

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Once I had learned about the secret encounters that could be had at the
adult bookstores, I knew that I would soon be addicted. To know that
there was a place where I could simply walk in and spend a couple bucks
in tokens and have my sexual fantasies played out was almost too much to
handle.

I was driving around one night getting horny. I'd been feeling horny for
a while now and it was getting critical. I wasn't just looking to bust a
nut tonight; I was in one of my slut moods. I was looking to swallow
serious dick tonight.

I headed over to a place I know near the Miami Airport. It's got pretty
good sized booths and it's kept pretty clean. Even the Arabs that run it
are pretty good about staying out of your way. I wandered in and headed
to the back. I made a quick walk through and saw some guys hanging out. I
strolled back into the main area of the store and browsed the aisles a
bit. I made eye contact with a couple of potential guys and then wandered
back to the booths.

When I got back to the booths I saw a nice young guy in his twenties. He
had longish hair and was about six foot tall with a thin build. He had a
pretty face, although he didn't look feminine. I liked him. I looked at
him and he returned my stare. I eye fucked him for a few seconds more and
then disappeared into one of the booths.

I put a dollar in the slot and waited while I watched some generic sex on
the video screen. It wasn't long before I heard the door creak open and
my tall friend stepped inside. I locked the door and smiled at him. He
smiled back and we exchanged a bit of small talk. I sat on the plastic
chair in the booth and looked up at him as I pulled him towards me.
Through his jeans I could see that he was already hard, so I went a head
and undid his belt and opened his pants. The night was starting right.
This young stud had no less than eight good inches and a pair of nicely
shaven balls.

He moaned quietly as I started sucking on the head of this magnificent
cock. I normally tease it a bit first, but tonight I was way too hot to
waste time. I wanted to get right on to the sucking. I took in the head
and then more and more until I was swallowing the whole thing. He held my
head in his hands and guided himself into my mouth. As much as I was
enjoying his cock, I could barely keep my hands off his ass. He had the
smoothest, firmest ass I'd felt in a long time. It was like silk with
taut muscles underneath. I had the total package here. I had to break
away from this big piece of hard meat and suck on the balls for a while.
They were nice and smooth with just a touch of stubble. I stroked the
length of his dick and reached up to fell his firm and flat stomach and
give his nipple a quick pinch. He looked down and smiled and let me know
that he was ready for more business by grabbing his cock, guiding it to
my mouth, and gently forcing my lips open to welcome his hardness. You
gotta love a guy who knows what he wants!

I took the hint and started sucking him off with crazed enthusiasm. I
could feel my saliva starting to run down my chin. I'm sure that's not
all that would run down my chin tonight. He humped me faster and faster
and I sucked him harder and harder. We built up to a frightening tempo.

"Oh shit", he mumbled, "I'm gonna cum..."

With that cue, I started sucking him even harder. He fucked my face a
little faster and suddenly he gripped the back of my neck with a strength
I didn't suspect he had and forced the entire length of his throbbing
cock down my throat and held me there. My nose was buried in his pubic
bush and he was dumping load after load of hot, sweet cum down my throat.
As the fifth or sixth load came, he loosened his grip on my neck and I
started to lean back. I left about half of his now softening dick in my
mouth as I milked the last of the goo out with my lips.

Now, I normally do not swallow, but I really had no choice here so I did
it. And since I'd already swallowed most of his load, I saw no reason
not to drink down the last few drops.

He seemed nervous afterward and quickly zipped up his pants. He fumbled
with the door and ran out without as much as a thank you. I was a little
disappointed as I wanted to chat him up a bit before he left. Oh well, I
came in with plans to be a slut, I might as well get used to being
treated like one.

I stepped out of my booth and was going to survey the area for my next
lover. I had barely stepped out when a tanned, forty-something Latin guy
caught my eye. He smiled at me and grabbed at his crotch. I guess he had
seen my tall friend leave a few seconds earlier and figured I was ripe
for him now. He had the look of a closet, construction worker cruising
for a little action before going home to mamasita. I don't mean the cute
hard body models in construction worker clothing, I mean sweaty, dusty
rough trade after a hard day building houses.

I turned on my heels and walked right back into my booth. Papi followed
and closed the door. He was grinning like a school boy now. It didn't
take long to realize that he spoke almost no English, but that didn't
matter. We didn't have anything to talk about. As I sat on the chair and
faced him, he pulled open his pants and pulled out his cock. It was a
nice thick one, about six and a half inches long, dark and uncut. As he
held towards me the wrinkled dark hood pulled back to reveal the head. He
laughed a guttural and lecherous laugh as I grabbed his cock and stroked
it a few times. He had a thick mound of coarse, black pubic hair that
didn't look as if had ever been trimmed and he smelled of dried man
sweat and cigarettes. He wasn't pretty and he wasn't refined, but he
had a macho sense of manhood that ran to his core. He was rough trade,
but he was 100% man. I was turned on as hell and if I could I would've
cooked a plate of rice and beans for him.

I slid my mouth around his sweaty cock and began sucking him. He didn't
hesitate to start fucking my mouth and trying to get off. He was here for
one thing and one thing only...to get his rocks off. I was happy to oblige
him. He held my head and fucked my lips hard and fast. I didn't need to
stroke him, he knew what he wanted and he was in control. I just held
onto his hips and ass and let him go to town. I could feel his big, hairy
balls slapping my chin and could taste the salt of dried sweat as it
mixed with my saliva.

After a few minutes, his cock began to swell and throb and I knew he
would cum soon. I prepared myself for the next load of hot cum to fill my
mouth when I felt a sudden, sharp sting. Before I realized what was
happening, Papi had grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and
pulled my head backwards. Grabbing his cock with his free hand he held me
there as he shot a big rope of creamy cum across my startled face. Three
more followed and I managed to open my mouth and catch most of the last
one with my tongue. He held on a few seconds longer while he milked the
last few drops from his flaccid meat and wiped it across my chin.

As he pulled up his pants, I fished a handkerchief from my back pocket to
clean off with. I couldn't see out of my left eye yet as it was covered
in milky goop. More had landed on my forehead and across my cheeks and
nose. Papi slipped away as I wiped myself clean and hoped that I didn't
get any on my shirt.

I headed to the lobby for an overpriced can of Coke and a well deserved
break.

Over the next hour or so, I sucked off three more guys. Nothing was
particularly special or memorable about them. A middle aged guy, a skinny
white guy in a Metallica shirt, and a thirty-something married guy.

The married guy wanted to fuck me, but I was really worn out and not in
the mood for guests. I told him that I would meet him in the dark corner
of the parking lot and let him fuck me over the trunk of his car. There
are a few dumpsters near there that block the view from the building and
from the street. He declined my offer as I suspected he would.

I grabbed another overpriced Coke and headed home. Until the next time...