I was driving home from an out-of-town trip. The day was overcast and rainy and made all the more dreary and laborious with construction detours that forced me onto rural roads. Whatever ‘scenery’ there was to see was hampered by low visibility and a desire to keep my car in its lane. I had many hours to go and was already feeling tired. I thought about pulling over to rest and maybe getting something to eat. I decided to take my handy GPS to find a route that would parallel the detour and find a place to eat.
It wasn’t too long before I came across a road sign advertising a sex toy shop a few miles ahead. I thought I’d much prefer stopping there to stretch out over getting anything to eat. Food would likely make me more tired anyway. I just needed to stretch out and take a break. Toy shop it would be.
I pulled into a gravel parking lot in the middle of nowhere. The store looked cheezy and old–no windows and a single metal door in the middle of a small vinyl-sided building. A single rusty sign reading ‘Adult Novelties’ hung from a post outside that confirmed I was at the right place. Everything about it looked seedy but I was mentally committed to checking it out anyway. I put my arm over my head in a feeble attempt to shield myself from the rain and jogged to the door.
Other than the guy behind the counter, the place was empty. I noticed a few cars out front, but no sign of anyone else browsing. There was not a lot to browse, mind you. The toy selection was rather bleak compared to other places I’ve visited in my town. Even the magazine and video area were as scant as they were disorganized. It was looking to be a very short stop.
I then noticed a guy walk in and head straight to the back through another door. A small sign above it read ‘Arcade’. Strange, I hadn’t noticed it before. There wasn’t much else to look at, so thought I’d check it out. I browsed for another minute or so before heading through the door myself.
The hallway was dimly lit and narrow. At the end of it, there was a janitor’s closet to the left and a row of booths to my right, maybe six in all. A red light over a few signaled occupancy. I headed to one at the end that was empty, grateful to have plenty of singles in my wallet. I love watching porn and thought I might have a quick jack before heading back home.
I opened the door to find it L-shaped. I took the couple steps in and turned to see the screen to my right and a bench seat to my left. On the wall in the middle: a glory hole. My state had long before banned them, so I was surprised to see one that still existed. I might as well have a mouth to relieve me instead of my hand. This stop was looking better by the minute. I dropped a few bills into the slot and the screen came alive and filled the room with the warm glow of porn. And I waited.
Maybe fifteen minutes went by when I finally heard someone enter the booth next to me. I had already undone my pants and was touching myself. I was glad I wouldn’t have to jack to get off. I could see the glow of his screen through the hole go dim, no doubt obstructed by my neighbor checking me out, so I thought I’d give him a good show. I pulled my pants and briefs down to my ankles and began to cup my balls and bounce my hard dick for him. I wanted a mouth so bad that I did all I could to entice him to stick an inviting finger through the hole and invite entry.
But no finger. No invite. Shit! Then I saw the hole light up again. The obstruction was gone. He was not even looking anymore. Shit.
I was as befuddled as I was horny. It was looking like I’d have to jack after all. I was putting more money into the slot when I noticed the hole go dark again. Yes! He’s back! But instead of a finger, I saw the tip of a cock slowly inching through that hole. More and more of his cock slipped through. It was like it never ended. He was massive–probably a full eight inches of flesh, veiny, and a large purple head. I was in awe of it. Then he pushed his balls through, large and shaved, and very low hanging. I found myself unwittingly licking my lips.
I’m not a cock virgin, mind you. I’ve had all of two experiences in the past, and even then I was younger and experimenting, more curious than wanting. Now I had this porn-star cock beckoning for attention. As it undulated, I thought of how far I was from home. No one I’d ever come across again. I was horny and felt my inhibitions melting away. And I had one of the most gorgeous cocks wanting attention from me. I rationalized myself into accepting the invitation.
I sat on the bench and slowly leaned in to approach that cock. My head was spinning as I allowed myself to kiss the head of that cock. No one would ever know, I thought.
I licked it as I promised myself, it’ll be only this one time. I parted my lips as I slid it inside, thinking I’d never see him again. Fears of being outed as a cocksucker faded as I felt him pump my face. I was lost in the feel of having a cock in my mouth after all those years. I really started to get into it and started to suck hard, going as deep as I could and cupping those smooth balls of his.
I could hear him moaning on the other side of the wall and it only turned me on all the more. No one would ever know I did this – let alone like it as much as I did. I bobbed my mouth until I heard a loud growl and felt him spasm in orgasm. He flooded my mouth enough for his semen to ooze out the corners of my mouth and down my chin. I loved it.
I slowly pulled his dick back through the hole as I sat back onto the bench. It was then that I noticed another guy standing there! I hadn’t locked the door! I was flush with embarrassment and wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go. How long had he been standing there? My neighbor’s cock had just finished slipping out of sight, my pants were at my ankles and my chin was dripping in semen, so I guess it didn’t matter how long he stood there. I sat there dumbfounded, exposed and ashamed. Shit.
I had hoped that he’d have had his fill of voyeurism and leave, but he unbuckled his pants instead. Shit. I was shaking when he opened his pants and pulled out his dick. It was small and hairy. I didn’t want to go near it but I wasn’t given much choice. Before I knew it, he stepped up to me, reached for the nape of my neck and pulled me into him. He pumped my face much as the other did, but there was no wall of separation this time. No anonymity. No option of withdrawal. I couldn’t help but notice how hard I was.
He came too. Even more than the first. My shirt was wet with semen and I wondered about driving home with the smell of sex-soaked clothing. I’d have to do something before coming home to my wife, though I didn’t know what right then. Instead. I’d figure it out later. I elected to just reflect on what I’d done – and how much I enjoyed it. I never would have thought I’d enjoy as much as I did.
It was then that I noticed yet another cock inching through the hole. Had he just witnessed my feeding? I didn’t care right then. The thought turned me on now. I found myself hoping another would walk in on me as I serviced this new cock, witness my mouth seeping with cum and demand relief of his own.
I fed more bills into the slot.