Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 18:09:09 EDT From: Suck4Straight@aol.com Subject: shameful after-work suckoff Stopped off at the porno place after work. Went in, ready to suck, when I see the red light above two adjacent booths that I knew had a hole between them. I went to one side and saw the cocksucker through the hole in the other side of his booth. He was a young guy with real short hair, military-style, and he was really giving it to the stud good. It got me all horny. I went out a while. No one else was in the booth area so I waited. When the guy came out of the booth he looked me right in the eye with a knowing look, like he had just gotten away with something, like the cat that ate the bird-- like he was letting me know, man to man, that the guy was a good cocksucker, I guess. His glance was so loaded that it changed my swelling dick into a raging hardon, and I went into the booth he was coming out of. The cocksucker was still on his knees from the last guy, his lips up by the hole. I came in, dropped a few dollars, unzipped, took out my hard cock, stuck it through and he went to town on it--a really skilled sucker. I have an eight inch dick and it's thick but he could handle it--took it in all the way without gagging. I mean, the kid really knew how to make a guy feel good. He went all queer for me the way masochistic fags do. So I played the complementary role. I was telling him to suck it. I called him a queer. It got him more aroused, I could tell because he moaned. I blew a big load in his mouth within a few minutes. Then I pulled out, wiped my still-tumescent dick off with some Kleenex, stuck it back in my pants and zipped up. He thanked me as I was leaving. There was a slight feeling of disgust after I came. But it felt great. I came home and jacked off again just thinking about it. Oddly enough, more of the fantasy was about the guy before me with his communicative look than about the guy actually doing me (whom I could not see); like him and I just shared a bitch, one after the other.