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Who’s In The Booth Next To Me?
Years ago, we had an adult bookstore on Clinton Highway in Knoxville with glory holes. The holes were at the right level for me to put my cock through. One Friday night, I was in a booth sucking cocks on both sides of me. I needed to take a break, so I got my cock out and began stroking it.
The next thing I knew, there was a finger tapping in the hole to my right. For those of you who may never experienced an adult bookstore with good holes, this was a signal that the guy in that booth wanted to suck my cock. I put mine through the hole and the guy began sucking it. He alternated running his tongue up and down my shaft and then deep throated my 7”. It was one of the best blow jobs I had ever received. It didn’t take long for me to shoot my load down his throat.
When I finished cumming, he put a note through the hole. It had his first name and a phone number with instructions to call after 6:00 because his wife worked the second shift. I didn’t recognize the name he listed, but I recognized the number. I knew him. Since he had given me a different name, I wasn’t sure about the phone number. So, I hurried out of the booth and went to an area which allowed me to see who came out of the booth without him seeing me.
I wanted to know who was in that booth as he had given me a great blow job. When he came out of his booth, I knew he had given me the right phone number. It was an uncle! We had never gotten along, so I never said anything about that night when I encountered him at family functions. I couldn’t trust him, but he sure knew how to suck a cock.