It was one of those suffocating August nights. The air was heavy and seemed to suck the energy right out of me. It was the end of an uncomfortable and painfully dull day and my mind wondered aimlessly as the evening hours ticked by. As midnight approached, I began to feel a heat that had nothing at all to do with the sweltering humidity outside.
I was single at the time, so dealing with that urge for sex wasn't as simple as climbing into bed with a significant other. I thought about calling one of the guys I shared myself with from time to time, but at that late hour it was unlikely any of them would be awake. Besides, I wasn't in a mood for the idle talk and random bullshit that would have accompanied such a liaison.
So I sat on my couch for a bit, reading some porn and sliding my hand up and down my well lubricated shaft. I fantasized it was a young man's hot mouth sucking me deeply as my slick hand traveled smoothly over my swelling erection. Soon, I could almost feel his hand following tightly behind his wet lips, stroking me hard as he eagerly sucked on me.
My raging cock felt hard in my hand and clear drops of liquid leaked out as I thought about him fondling my balls. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the image of him crouching on his knees in front of me, his head bobbing evenly over my shaft as if he longed desperately to take my hot cum into his sweet mouth.
The more I slipped into my fantasy, the hotter I felt. I pulled my shirt up high on my chest so I could flick at my nipples and I kicked off my jeans, freeing my legs and allowing me to fondle my balls. I was using both hands, giving my cock and balls the kind of massage I knew would soon have me blowing a load all over my flat stomach. As my chest tightened and my belly felt that delicious pressure start to build, I flicked my fingers over my anus and then slipped one into my dark and clenching hole.
"Fuck!" I gasped as my balls drew up and then the intense pleasure of my orgasm rocketed through my body. I grunted and jerked as I came, watching with clenched teeth as hot ropes of thick cum squirted powerfully from my cock. The sticky cum sprayed upward in a long arc and fell back, coating my hand and splattering all over my chest.
"Oh, son of a bitch!" I gasped as those wonderful tremors slowly rolled through me. The words were a result of the intensity of my release, but they were also an acknowledgement that simply jacking off wasn't going to be enough. Even as my cum dried on my skin and my now flaccid cock lay unmoving on my thigh, I knew I needed something more. Absently, I slid my cum-coated finger into my dark hole, sucking air in between my teeth as the unique feeling of anal penetration warmed my ass. My eyes became slits and I whimpered softly as my finger gently massaged my passage.
The feeling of being stretched was slight but it set off a need in my belly that I knew could not be fulfilled on my own. With a deep sigh, I pulled my finger out of my ass and rubbed the remaining wetness against my thumb. "Screw this," I said in frustration. "I need to get laid tonight."
With a smoldering need burning under my skin, I cleaned up and grabbed my keys. When I started my truck, I wasn't even sure where I was going. I did have some ideas though and my mind wondered over the possibilities as I hit the freeway. Most of these ideas were dangerous for several reasons, but I was in a lust-filled rut and the dangers only excited me all the more.
For a short while, I dithered and toyed with these ideas until I began to feel the anticipation build in my belly. Once that rush began flooding through my blood, I knew that this was going to be one of those nights when my usual rules were thrown completely out the window. I was driving East on the 60 freeway and by the time the Reservoir off ramp appeared, my mind was made up. My breath felt heavy in my chest and my cock began to lengthen with need as I rolled down the off ramp.
The area of Pomona I was heading into was old and run down then just as it is today. Traffic never seems to wane and I nervously blew my cigarette smoke out the open window as I traveled north toward Mission.
Famous for being a haven for prostitution, Mission Avenue was also home to several twenty-four hour adult video stores that were often visited by local men looking for a taste of something no woman could supply.The particular one I was headed for was marked only by a sign the said 'Adult Arcade and Videos'.
Sadly, the place is long since gone. That same building, now completely refurbished, is home to a cheap used car lot. I laugh when I go by it these days. Once a place a man could go to for no strings attached sex, it was now a place anyone could enter with a reasonable chance of getting screwed.
Anyway, about ten minutes after I pulled off the freeway, I was parked in front of this ramshackle dive known well for twenty-five cent videos and its well used glory holes. It was run by an old Asian man who must have known what took place in those booths. You would never have known that by the look on his face though. When I handed him the five dollar bill, he simply gave me a hand full of cheaply photo-copied paper tokens that were the real currency of his booths.
It never seemed to matter what time I walked over those plywood floors. Day or night, about a third of them would be occupied by a man who would invariably be sitting with his pants open and stroking his cock to whatever video fantasy turned him on. A person who has never been in one of those places would be amazed at how comfortable guys can get in an atmosphere like that. Often, I would walk up through the short entry to one of the booths and watch as a guy jacked his cock in front of me.
At times, a guy would either be so shy or uninterested in other men that he would cover up or give me that 'fuck off' look. It happened now and again, but honestly, more often than not the guy would be happy to show me his junk. We would share a look, a purposeful glance that either offered his raging dick to me or invited me to pull out my own. Most guys were all too happy to accept a hand job or be sucked off. Less often would I find a guy who wanted to reciprocate.
On this particular night, the first booth I peered into was occupied by a good looking black man. He was watching an interracial video of a black stud fucking the shit out of some white chicks ass. Her loud moans and screams for more carried into the main halls of the arcade, mixing with those from other booths. Right away he gave me a questioning look and when my eye moved down to his very hard and impressive tool, he stood and stepped back, inviting me into his booth.
"You want some of this? Come on, Boo. Suck it. I haven't come all day and this big black cock is fuckin' hard and ready for you."
Not even looking at his face, I just nodded. My gaze was fixed firmly on his thick cock as he slowly stroked his hand up and down its length. I opened my pants and pulled my own out before dropping to my knees. "Don't come too quick, okay?" I whispered. "I want to jack off while I suck you."
"Yeah, whatever dude," he whispered back. "Just make it good and I'll give you a nice, hot fuckin load of cum in your mouth."
He was commanding and abrupt, but I'd seen this type of attitude before from guys who didn't consider themselves gay. I knew he'd be happy to let me blow him, but I wasn't even going to bother asking him for anything back. I looked at his hard, black cock and decided sucking him off would at least be a good way to start my night.
So, there I was. Crouched down with my knees on the cum crusted plywood floor, slowly stroking my cock with one hand while I guided his much larger dick into my mouth with the other. His hot flesh pulsed in my hand and precum already coated his purplish head. The tangy-sweet taste filled my senses as I let my jaw slack and sucked him into my mouth.
I heard him hiss as I settled in, drawing my lips up and down his shaft. He was wonderfully thick and I lathered his head with my tongue, spreading my saliva all over his ebony knob. Fuck, his skin was hot and felt silky smooth on my tongue. I savored the way he felt in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down and taking him as deeply as I possibly could.
I could feel the curves and contours of his head sliding over my tongue. The tangy taste of his sweat-coated skin was strong at first, but the taste faded as I swirled my tongue over his shaft. Soon, his whole organ was wet with my spit. Once I had him nice and slick, I took a breath and plunged deep, letting his thick, spongy-soft head force its way into the tighter depths of my throat.
My hand flew up and down my cock, mirroring the movements of my mouth on his. I was hot with lust and could feel my own orgasm suddenly building in my balls. Not yet wanting to come, I released my throbbing hard-on and brought my hand to his thigh while my mouth worked its magic on his huge dick.
Sitting back on my haunches, I let him rock forward, fucking my throat as deeply as he could reach. I cupped his balls in my hands, feeling their weight and fondling his sack while he drove his length into me over and over again. Only when I needed to breathe did I pull off of him. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I ran my lips along the sensitive underside of his shaft, sucking his sensitive skin as I moved down his impressive length. Precum was flowing out of his head as thickly as I've ever seen and I licked it up as fast as I could. Pretty soon, I felt his large hand on the top of my head.
"Fuck, Boo, you suck cock like a real bitch! Keep that up and I'll fuckin' nut real soon. Just keep sucking me and you'll get it all!"
He held me tightly after that, driving hard into my mouth and pulling my head onto him as he fucked my throat. My eyes were watering and my thighs ached, but I loved his rough treatment. My throat felt abraded and saliva was dripping from my lips when I felt his legs stiffen.
Swallowing hard, I took him deep as his cum flooded into my throat. His hips rocked forward and his cock seemed to become even harder as his sperm erupted into my mouth. His thick head was lodged in my throat and most of his hot goo slid straight into my belly, but thick tendrils dribbled over my tongue as he withdrew, filling my mouth with the salty, semi-bitter taste of his cum.
My eyes were watering as I licked and kissed his slowly deflating cock. I was consumed by the lewd and submissive nature of sucking him like that and my mind felt clouded with my lust. He was tucking his cock back into his pants as I cleared the tears from my eyes. By the time I could stand, he'd slipped past me and disappeared down the hall.
"Fuck, that was intense," I said out loud as I settled into his seat. The fact that he bugged out so quickly didn't bother me. In places like that most guys wanted to get away as quickly as possible after they came. Adult Arcades are all about quick sex without comment and in that moment, I was just as glad he was gone.
Temporarily contented and somewhat overcome by what I'd just done, I slipped my paper tokens into the machine and was instantly greeted by the same black man still fucking that big titted white woman's ass. How anyone could go on that hard for so long always amazed me and I chuckled as I flipped my way through the channels. I was looking for something specific and when I came across a video of a good looking twink sucking off an older biker, my finger fell away from the button.
"Fuck, yes," I whispered as the young guy sucked on the larger man. Twinks have always been a special turn on for me and I started stroking my cock back to life, savoring the lingering taste of cum in my mouth.
I watched intently as the larger man bent the kid over a couch and started to lick his asshole. I imagined myself being treated like that and my cock began oozing juice as my hand pumped it with growing need.