When I worked in the Financial Services District in New York, I frequented a booth store on John Street. I was cruising the back room booths when I saw him in a booth. He was a tall, fit, trim, very handsome man in suburban clothes who looked like a more muscular Max Foster, the CNN reporter. I scoped him out. He pulled down his pants and underwear, pulled out his thick nine inch uncut cock, stroked it hard, pointed to me, his cock and the floor
I went in, dropped to my knees, opened my mouth and went all the way down on him, looking up into his blue eyes. He put one hand on the back of my head and the other under my chin as he slowly fucked my throat with the booth door open. I flexed my throat muscles making him groan. Too quickly for me, he grunted, pushed my head all the way down on his cock and shot a spurt of his hot semen down my throat with every throb of his hot cock.
When I pulled off him, he said, "Look, Cock Boy, all those men just watched you swallow my cock and semen. Men, you are free to use his throat now. He pulled his pants up and stood outside the booth watching while I got throat fucked by six hot, hung, uncut men.
I sucked cock once or twice a week. The second time, he was aggressive and verbal, holding my head and banging it against the wall of the booth, keeping the door open. When he was about to shoot, he pulled out, told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue and jerked into my mouth.
After he used my throat and mouth, he allowed other guys use my throat and feed me their semen while he watched from outside the booth. He instructed them to do whatever they wanted with my throat, but always wanted them to shoot into my open mouth.
He organized several throat fuck sessions in the middle of the video booth room, usually six or more black, white and Latino men who fucked my throat in. Little did I know then, a hot Irish American man watched me service all their huge cocks.
Years later, when I was at my favorite Irish Pub, I got a message on Scruff from a man with a thick nine inch uncut cock in a booth in the basement of the video store on 8th Avenue just below 38th Street. I went down and saw him in the booth sitting on a stool. We recognized each other. He pulled down his pants, pulled out his cock, stroked it hard, I went into the booth and kneeled down as he closed the door.
He stood up and rabbit-fucked my throat aggressively. I looked up at him, flexed my throat muscles. He grunted loudly as his fat cock throbbed in my throat shooting a huge load down into my belly. He said, "My name is John. You are still as hungry for big cocks and semen as you were at the John Street booth store. I am going to take your ass. Put this condom on my cock and sit on it."
I rolled it down on his cock with my mouth as he rubbed my head. I stood up, put lube on his cock and my asshole. Facing him, I sat down on his cock slowly. I slowly lifted my ass up and down his cock flexing my ass muscles while he flexed his hips up and down.
As we both started breathing hard, I grabbed him around the neck, put my mouth to his ear and whispered, "Shoot up my ass, hot daddy." He pushed his cock all the way up my ass and we shot at the same time. I pulled off and licked my semen off his belly and chest and got back on my knees with my head back, mouth open and tongue out.
He poured his semen down my throat and rabbit-fucked my throat, with one hand on top of my head and the other under my chin. "I have missed this throat. It feels better throat fucking your throat lubricated by my hot semen!" He held my head all the way down on his cock. I flexed my throat muscles. He grunted while his cock throbbed. I felt spurt of his semen slide down my throat into my belly.