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Evening Rush Hour Cock Sucker

A total and complete cum slut. No shame, no “manly pride”. Just a hungry throat, raging hard dick, and dripping wet face.

By the time the fourth cock slid through the hole in the wall, I had already been there long enough to burn through more money than I was accustomed to spending at the video booths but I was on a roll. Even though my jaw was starting to ache and my mouth wasn’t nearly as wet as it was when I started, the pulsing members kept throbbing in my face, wanting more of what I was giving.

This particular porn shop wasn’t on the same caliber of my usual stops. Living in Portland, there is no shortage of places to visit. Rumor is that this city has adult businesses per capita than any other city in the country. I have been on a mission to at least visit each and every one of them. Typically my visits are short looks…go inside, take a look at the butt plugs to see if anything appeals to me, then leave. After finding the pristine clean booths at Paradise and Mr. Peeps, the former having grab rails to hold on to with generous sized glory holes at both places, I had not felt the urge to check out other booths. Today though, I was horny, in a hurry, and knew I could get my fix just about anywhere.

The booths here at Blue Spot on 82nd are what most people think of when they think of peep hole vid booths. Dirty, sticky floors, cramped little closets lining around a room with an assortment of fellow pervs leaning against the outer door jambs, like vultures stacked up waiting for the road kill to stop moving before they swoop in. Some days I’d see that mess and just leave. Today though was different…today it clicked with me and my inner whore screamed “FEED ME!!” I walked casually around the room, scouting through the open doors for booths with glory holes…didn’t take long to find a paired set of booths, the hole beckoning me like the Sirens would sing to Sailors, bringing them to their peril.

My inner slut smiled a bit when the sound of my door closing was almost immediately mimicked by the sound of the adjacent booth closing. Someone in the store must have liked what they saw when I cruised through. The machine whirred it’s usual growl as it sucked in the 5 dollar bill I fed it, the flickering screen popped to life with a nice ripe ass just getting stuffed. Electronic, faked, forced moaning sounds filled the air from the video. As I love a good close up visual of butt fucking, I didn’t bother flicking through the other videos. ZZzzziiip, snap, buckle, pants open, hands working my own cock. The sounds coming from the other side of that thin plywood wall and changing light shadow through the glory hole told me my “roommate” was doing the same. I never bother trying to look through the hole to see the other person’s face. If I wanted to know what you looked like, I’d go to the local nude beach. Glory hole booths are about the dick. If you wanna make some sort of connection, get on E-Harmony. This is about the almighty BJ.

Admittedly, I am used to finding hungry bottoms at these places. Most times I get the fingers poking through to my side, giving me the signal to feed them. After a couple of minutes and no fingers, I figured they were waiting for something themselves. So I stuck a couple of fingers through the hole, tapped the wall so they would hear me signaling if their eyes were too busy staring at the screen. They must have been waiting through as their cock followed my withdrawing fingers through the hole. This first dick wasn’t anything to write home about (maybe just a pevy story) but I was a good host..I had invited them in, I was going to make sure they left happy. My mouth closed around the shaft and could tell it wasn’t fully hard yet. My wet tongue went to work, bathing that velvet skin, my lips gliding across the member. I made sure my spit was plentiful in my mouth, soaking his cocks, adding to the lube. It took no time to get his circumcised cock to it’s full rigid potential. I figure it wasn’t more than 6 inches with a narrow thickness but it was a great cock to warm up. I sat in the rickety chair, bent over, face fucking his cock, my own protruding through my unzipped pants. He started to thrust a bit more, meeting my face, his pubes pressed against the plywood, trying to get his dick all the way through the hole. The way he was starting to throb and squirm I knew I was about to get rewarded. What I didn’t expect was his sudden withdraw and self applied masturbation. Right when I figured I had him, he retreated. My face being at the level of the hole had a perfect view of my grabbing his dick and beating himself over the edge, his pumping fist milking out that load. He wiped himself down with the provided tissues, buckled up, and made his escape. I just sat there on the plastic chair, now flipping through the vids to find some gay gangbang to stroke to.

It wasn’t long though before the next participant emerged. After all, it was evening rush hour so all the horny husbands and dads making their way home from the office were stopping in to dump their day’s stress into a white creamy mess on the floor…I was there to catch at least some of it. The next cock caught me by surprise. It was a ffffiiiiinnneee specimen….too nice for the confines of this dirty booth. Thickness almost scraping the sides of the moderately sized glory hole, the length was already impressive even though it was evident he still had some room to grow. Bending over from a seated position did not do this dark skinned beauty justice. I dropped to my knees on that filthy floor and rightfully worshipped this stallion’s muscle. Opening wide, swallowing deep, I sucked in as much of that dick as possible. This time it was my turn to press flesh to plywood, my lips feeling borders of the cut hole. His cock feeling the borders of my deep throat, and pushing further. I am fortunate that my gag is not an active one. I was rewarded by this man’s man cock pushing my limits. Plunging the depths of my cock sucking ability. Making spit as fast as I could, coating him, leaving it slick, glistening in the blue tv light. Lips snug, head bobbing, jaw pried wide. My own rock hard 7 inches throbbing between my legs, my own asshole wishing we had this meat in a real bed so it would have a ride. I face fucked this now rock hard tool like it was the last cock on earth and held the secret to eternal life. I was going to make sure this stud got serviced. He started to thrust a bit, I pressed lips to plywood again, opening my throat, he took the que and worked his hips, using my wet opening like his personal fuck spot. Gagging, drooling, squirming, I kneeled there being treated like the slut I felt I was. Fucking loved it. Eyes watering, throat starting to hurt a bit from his cock head punishing the back of it. I pulled back my mouth a bit, added my hand and slobbered his knob. Jerking my fist, sucking HARD on his cum hole, feeling his shaft grow just a little harder….yyeesss…..THERE..salty sweet creamy smooth jizz splashing my mouth, dripping out down my chin, I hear that in mistakable “splat” of human fluids hitting concrete flooring as I can’t swallow fast enough. Huge fucking load and a very satisfied stud…gone with the cursory withdrawal, zipper close, and rattle of an adjacent door knob. Holy Fuck he had me raging horny.

He must have given the room outside a big thumbs up when he left as I don’t think 3 seconds passed before the next guy was in the booth. The video was still playing from the last guy’s money so this “new cummer” just had to bare it and share it. After such a magnificent last cock, this average white cock was a bit of a bummer, but also a relief. I was feeling a bit used…in the best of ways but a man has got to know his limits. After all, I am usually the one getting sucked. But since I was already on my knees, I got busy. Fortunately, he must have already been primed to nut, probably had been stroking to the vids in another booth, waiting for some action. I used his dick to wipe the cum off my face from the last guy, smearing his dick all over. Slapping my face with his cock, sending him the signal that he had a real cock lover on the other side of the wall. My day’s worth of face stubble left no doubt it was a dude treating his dick, but the mixed spit/cum slime on my face gave it all a very slick sensation. All it took was just a couple of minutes of full depth mouth strokes to feel him push forward and send his juice. I pushed forward myself, placing his cock head on the back of my tongue, his jizz straight down my throat. Hardly tasting it at all.

Another bill for the machine, I figured I have one more bj left in me. I didn’t have to wait long…it was a startling contrast to some stores I have been in. Made me wonder if men felt a particular attraction to this grimy store or if the few men that were there, word had been passed that the head in that booth was really fucking good. I took it as a compliment. This new dick was slender and long, probably pushing 8 inches, but thin, stick like. Wasn’t the most attractive thing in the world and I was feeling pretty done. My balls ached, my own cock head smeared with pre cum. My throat sore, my mouth dry….I figured to change things up a bit and stood up, bringing our dicks together. Docking them, stroking them, rubbing together. Smearing his cock all against mine. I half expected him to withdraw but he was game. I surprised myself as I usually don’t do this sort of thing, the cock rubbing together, but it was hot. My dick responded rapidly, surprising myself. I just went with it, wanting to rid my body of that built up sperm. “fuck it” I thought…and let it spew my seed all over this guy’s dick. My own juices adding much needed lube, my experienced hands working his member like a professional. I really wanted to get his nut and put some serious effort into it but he just took all I had and kept his rock hard pencil thin dick pressed through that hole, throbbing almost robotically. I watched my cum turn a sticky white mess on his cock, drying out while I stroked him. Finally I relented and went back down, sucking my own seed off of his stem…no avail. This guy wasn’t going to nut. My jaw post orgasmic brain finally had enough. I tucked my wet dick back into my pants, made a half hearted attempt to wipe my face off with my hands, which must have made things more evident…it was time to go. His dick was still through the hole as I turned the knob and left the booth…I hope he found his eventually, I know I did.

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