The air was brisk as I pulled into the parking lot of the best adult bookstore in town. I parked down near the end and then walked up to the door and rang the buzzer to notify the attendant to let me in. I waited as he looked at me, confirming that I at least looked of legal age before buzzing me in.
I walked up to the counter and asked for change. I watched as he counted out the ones, thinking to myself how great it would be if either one of my favorite men were here today. I picked up the twenty crisp one dollar bills, folded them into my front right pocket and proceeded to head back towards the arcade.
It is here at this very store that I gave my first blowjob some five years ago, bumbling, not quite sure of what I was doing, just knowing that I wanted to see what it was like to give head to a man. My girlfriend and I had just broken up and I was confused, yet also finally able to push myself to quit wondering and try.
Since then, I had perfected my technique, able to take most men all the way down my throat and please them to great ends, yet another thing had happened along the way too. I had discovered what kind of man I liked to give head too and how I liked to be treated while giving head. I had found that, while the prospect of a young 20's guy was fun, I actually preferred a man in his late 30's, early 40's. I preferred them to at least take care of themselves and keep in shape as there are three things that turn me off when it comes to sucking off men and they are excessive body hair, a gut that hangs on your head as you are sucking and, of course, a small penis. I only like to suck cock so why would I want to suck on a small cock?
Older men also seem to be a little more open to being dominant and are much more likely to be more secure with their feelings of homosexual sex, as opposed to a younger guy that, most likely, was like me and just interested in either seeing what it was like to give head, or sit back with his eyes closed, thinking about some college girl that he didn't get that night.
I prefer, when I pursue my bi-sexual side, to be the "girl" of the encounter, there solely to please who I am with, to be consumed by their manliness, and to be treated like a slut. Now, while I have yet to have my "pussy" fucked, I am sure that this is mainly because I have been too timid to try this as well, but am open to pleasing my master, whoever that may be at the time.
There are two regulars that come to this store, both of whom I enjoy being with tremendously because they fit my criteria perfectly. The enjoy letting me be the girl as they run their hands exploratively over my younger (27) body, bending me over the couch and rubbing their cocks between my ass cheeks knowing that this drives me crazy even if I am still timid about penetration, kissing me forcefully, pinning me up against the wall, and face fucking me in a variety of positions like me on my knees, head back over the couch, me sitting on the couch as they stand above me and drive their cocks into my mouth, etc. What really drives me wild is their cocks. Neither are these huge 25" cocks the size of a 2-liter bottle that you hear sometimes on here, but both are probably around 7.5-8. I am only around 6.5" and they make mine look small.
I do not know either of their names, so for all sakes and purposes, I will give them names to help keep them apart. Steve is the shorter of the two, probably 5'11", lean body, probably around 40. He actually has more body hair than I prefer, but he does shave his cock and balls so it's easily looked past. The second is Chris. He's a lot taller, probably 6'5". His cock is bigger and when he's behind me, pulling my mouth back to his mouth, I can feel his cock pointing into my lower back as opposed to resting between my ass cheeks.
I walk through the door to the arcades, intent on looking at the movies that are on display and standing on the wall facing the display are both Chris and Steve. I stop. They both look at me and smile. They have never met to my knowledge, so this is all completely by happenstance. I look at both of them, back and forth and bite the bottom left corner of my lip. I signal to both of them to follow me and I turn to my right to find an open room. I enter into a room, one that I know has a large couch, and turn waiting for my men to come in. They both walk in and close and lock the door.
The rooms are set up with a large TV, probably 32" that's covered in plexi-glass, with a bill inserter to the right of the machine. There is a large faux-leather sofa in the middle of the room with a channel controller right next to one of the sofa's arms. Steve walks up and opens his wallet and through the dim light, I can see that he has pulled out a twenty. This is great. This means a lot of un-interuppted time. As long as the occupied sign is lit, meaning that money is in the machine, you are never bothered by the staff.
I look at them and begin to peel off my clothes. As they start to do the same, I tell them to stop, that I will do it for them. I am now naked, in front of these two men and I walk in between them. Chris grabs my head and begins to kiss me as I feel Steve start exploring my ass and thighs. This goes on, back and forth, them kissing me and on me, running their hands all over me. I am turned to one of the walls and spread my legs as if I am being frisked by an officer. They both then begin to feel me up, hands and fingers everywhere, feeling on my younger body. They know that my enjoyment is being there for their enjoyment.
