This is a true story....
I couldn't get my trip to the video booths out of my head. I jacked off so many times thinking about my cock in that guy's mouth. The guy I never saw--he could have been any color, any age. Shit, he could have been my neighbor! Not too long after going home, I regretted being too chicken to return the guy's favor by blowing him. I was just too freaked. I got so hot and hard thinking about the possibilities.
I imagined being on the other end, taking care of cocks, not having to worry about being in some park, exchanging phone numbers and all of the other madness married guys have to go through to get the urge satisfied. Still, I was also freaked about the other possibilities: Were those places safe? Don't the cops know what's going on? If I can't see the guy, how would I know if he was clean? What if he had sores all over him except for the part in my mouth? All good reasons to stay away! I didn't.
Within a short time of getting my first blow job, I was back at the booths. I had tokens left over, brought my coupon for extra tokens, and dropped another $5 spot. I had in my hands big, gold coins that would have lasted over an hour. I was on my way.
I did the "who's here" kind of thing. I quickly learned to just stand long enough not to commit to a booth, but short enough for the cashier not to yell something from the counter. I was so impressed with how fast I picked this stuff up (so kidding!)
A nice looking guy was there. He looked young--in his young 20's. He walked the aisle twice. We made eye contact and that was enough for me. I dove into a booth. I moved the chair so I could stand, and placed a gold token in. I quickly went through channels like a kid with ADHD. I found a great tranny video. I love those. They make me feel less guilty--a woman with a cock. My two favorites. Nobody went into the next booth. I was bummed.
Just as I was starting to be discouraged, the next door opened and closed. I heard some shuffling and then the loud clank of the coin. The audio was blasting. I laughed a bit at the ADHD way he was skipping channels. I wasn't the only one! I heard the sounds of women screaming for cock. I was psyched. A guy who likes women but wants a guy to suck his cock. Just like me.
I had come to the booths with the intention of blowing someone. I didn't waste time. I gave a glance through the hole to see if I could recognize the guy from the hallway. It wasn't him--different jeans. The guy looked thin. he had jeans and a white t-shirt.
I put my fingers through the hole like the guy who blew me on my first visit did. I just stroked the hole and traced it 360 degrees. As I pulled my hand away to begin again, a nice cock head appeared. Just the head. I dropped to my knees and put the cockhead in my mouth. As soon as my lips were around it, the shaft came through the hole pushing the cock head deeper in my throat and puffing out my lips. As I pulled off of it to check it out, I gasped at how long it was. It was truly huge. It was thick. How fuckin' lucky was I!
I went right back onto that cock and sucked as best I could. I went down the length to the point of touching the wall with my nose, went back up, and then down again. This guy started to pump my mouth. I relaxed, kept my mouth still, and enjoyed being face fucked. We were in sync -- he would fuck my mouth, stay still so I could pump him, tongue washed him, and jerked him off.
