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A couple of summers before I graduated college, I worked at an auto dealership in Syracuse. It was a great job. I learned a lot about automotive repair. Most of the time I was on the road delivering parts, but occasionally I would work the parts counter looking up auto parts. Eventually I got pretty good and was on the counter the majority of the time. But being only 19, I was the low man on the list, and still had to take the occasional delivery.
Then one of our drivers retired and that put me both on the counter and on the road more often. Sometimes I would be in the truck all day, and others inside looking up parts.
There was one day where we were just busy enough where I was needed to take a delivery way across town. It was at least an hour away. We were the only dealership that had the part and he was willing to pay the mileage, so off I went.
We only had pagers back then, so basically I was on my own unless I pulled over and used a pay phone, or called from a customer’s line. I was on my way south of the city to a garage near Tully. I wasn’t really paying attention to much other than the music. Before I knew it I was there. The so called hour drive was actually under 30 minutes. I took care of the paperwork, collected the money and left. I was on my way back when I remembered that I had forgotten to call in and let them know that the delivery was done. I was thinking of pulling over and finding a pay phone or something, then I changed my mind.
There was this “Adult” book store in town that I had driven past many times, but had never ventured in. I was always afraid someone would recognize my car, or see me walk in. I was curious and figured I had an hour to kill, so why not check it out now? I figured the unmarked delivery truck looked like any other truck and people wouldn’t know it as my vehicle if they saw it. Nobody driving past would think it was me walking in because they all thought I was at work. I parked in the back of the building and quickly went in through the darkly tinted doors.
There were magazines and videos on racks and shelves everywhere. They were all fairly neat and were organized by subject. There was a raised section on the left with a grumpy looking black guy behind it manning the till. He was looking at me like I didn’t belong there, and making me nervous. I almost turned around and left. Instead I walked straight ahead knowing his eyes were following me and turned right into a short isle of videos. I was pretending to look at the titles while looking out the corner of my eye to see if he was still looking at me.
He was.
I turned my focus back to what was in front of me, and I realized I must have walked down the “gay” section. Every box had naked guys on it. There were cocks everywhere. Never in my life did I think that there were so many movies about gay sex. I momentarily forgot that I was being watched and took in the sight. There were covers with pictures of smiling bare-chested men. Others had guys on their knees with their assholes exposed. One had this guy with a leather mask and a cock in his mouth. The more I looked the more cock I saw. I picked one up and found it to be an empty box. That’s when the guy behind the counter (whom I had temporarily forgotten about) said from across the store, that they were all empty. You had to tell him the number on the box to get the tape that belonged inside.
I put the box back and noticed a red sticker with #54 written on it. Then I noticed that there were stickers on everything. #45 had a steam room setting with a guy sitting down covered by a towel with another guy s hand squeezing the hard cock through the outside of the towel. #68 had two guys in a forest kissing. #69 had two guys lying on a bed; each of them had the other’s large rod in their hand right in front of their mouth. My pants were getting tight from my now solid steel erection. I didn’t want to reach down and adjust myself because I knew the guy would still be watching, and I didn’t want to give him any ideas.
I had to get away from this guy somehow so I could adjust myself. It was beginning to hurt. Then I saw a doorway that said theater or booths, I don’t remember exactly, but I knew it was my best option at the moment.
I walked through the door and entered this darkened backroom. There were aisles on the left and right that formed a loop around a series of private viewing booths that were all connected to each other going down the middle of the room. Each had its own door with a light on the outside.
I walked down the left side, and picked a room without a light on. When I closed the door I noticed through the crack that the light went on. I was thinking how strange to be in a ‘theatre’ and not see other people. I put a $5 bill in the machine and a video started playing.
It started playing loud! Very loud. Somebody had the volume cranked when their time ran out.
This guy on screen was pounding away at this girl and she was screaming for more. I fumbled around until I found the volume and turned it down. In my fumbling, I hit the channel change button. On the screen now was what looked to be the same kind of room I was in, except it was made out of glass. There was a guy on either side. One guy was on his knees and was working the pole of the other guy through a square hole in the glass. He was playing with the tip and then plunging it deep down his throat over and over again. If I thought my cock hurt earlier, I had no idea what I was thinking compared to now. I was rock hard and at a weird angle dripping pre-cum like crazy. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my zipper and lowered my pants, freeing my erection. It felt so good to let it out after being so restricted. I reached down and stroked it using the pre-cum as lube. I was so turned on; I was actually wondering what to do if I came, because I didn’t bring anything to clean up with.
That’s when I heard somebody in a deep voice say ”nice” from below me and to my right. Without knowing it I had chosen a room that had a “buddy screen” where if you both pressed a button you could each see into the other’s booth. I think the screen never closed from whoever was in it before. So there I was stroking my pre-cum covered erection while another guy was watching. I knew I wanted more. The mouth on the other side of the window said that the booths with the holes were on the other side, and then left. I heard the door open and close. Then I heard the same thing happen on the other side.
Decisions. Do I walk over there and see what happens or do I just shoot my impending load now, it wouldn’t take much.
I pulled my pants up and let my shirt hang over my erection (mostly) and walked to the other side. There was only one light on and it was the end booth. I entered the booth next to it, my eyes adjusted quickly and I could see through this square hole in the wall the black guy from the front of the store on his knees looking at my cock and licking his lips. He was really licking them and started to make sucking noises.
I lifted my t-shirt and I could see that it had a wet spot from all the pre-cum. I stroked my still wet cock a few times and approached the hole. Before I expected it, he had stuck his head almost through the hole and was already sucking on my cock. It was amazing. This guy was a pro. He was able to use his tongue under the head in ways I hadn’t felt before. He would take me out of his mouth and just lick the head like a lollipop then deep throat me until I felt his nose pressing against my abdomen. It felt like his tongue was doing circles around the head while he was sucking me off.
That’s when the door to my booth opened. I had forgotten to latch it. This stranger came up behind me with no invitation and rubbed his hard dick against the crack of my ass. Up and down. Sometimes slipping it under my butt where the mixture of saliva and pre-cum had made a slippery tunnel. As this was happening, the black guy had slowed down some. Apparently he wanted it to last longer.
The stranger was sliding his enormous cock between my thighs and would occasionally glide into my balls. The black guy had noticed and I could tell he was jerking off as he was sucking me. Everything started to get hot. The guy behind me was rubbing his cock along the entrance to my butt and it felt good. The black guy was deep throating me in and out at a crazy pace. He was taking me deep into his throat with every thrust. Right then, the stranger pushed his cock right up to my asshole and came; I could feel the hot cum hitting my ass and dripping down my thighs. I couldn’t hold it anymore and I came right down the black guys throat while fully deep throated. He just held still until I finished. The stranger just tapped me on the shoulder and I heard the door open and close. The black guy stuck his average sized cock through the hole and stroked it once and shot his load right on my softening member. He kneeled down and looked up at me and smiled. Then he pulled back into his booth and I heard his door open and close.
So there I was covered in cum, with nothing to clean off with and I had to go back to work. I ended up taking my underwear off and using them to clean off with. When I got back to the truck, I found a few napkins to stick in my pants so that I could minimize any further cum leakage spots on my jeans.
I started the truck and looked behind me to back out of the spot I was in and saw a sticker on the back window. It was a red hand written sticker that had #45 on it. It was off of the box in the isle I turned into. It made me wonder if there were any steam rooms in town.
Then one of our drivers retired and that put me both on the counter and on the road more often. Sometimes I would be in the truck all day, and others inside looking up parts.
There was one day where we were just busy enough where I was needed to take a delivery way across town. It was at least an hour away. We were the only dealership that had the part and he was willing to pay the mileage, so off I went.
We only had pagers back then, so basically I was on my own unless I pulled over and used a pay phone, or called from a customer’s line. I was on my way south of the city to a garage near Tully. I wasn’t really paying attention to much other than the music. Before I knew it I was there. The so called hour drive was actually under 30 minutes. I took care of the paperwork, collected the money and left. I was on my way back when I remembered that I had forgotten to call in and let them know that the delivery was done. I was thinking of pulling over and finding a pay phone or something, then I changed my mind.
There was this “Adult” book store in town that I had driven past many times, but had never ventured in. I was always afraid someone would recognize my car, or see me walk in. I was curious and figured I had an hour to kill, so why not check it out now? I figured the unmarked delivery truck looked like any other truck and people wouldn’t know it as my vehicle if they saw it. Nobody driving past would think it was me walking in because they all thought I was at work. I parked in the back of the building and quickly went in through the darkly tinted doors.
There were magazines and videos on racks and shelves everywhere. They were all fairly neat and were organized by subject. There was a raised section on the left with a grumpy looking black guy behind it manning the till. He was looking at me like I didn’t belong there, and making me nervous. I almost turned around and left. Instead I walked straight ahead knowing his eyes were following me and turned right into a short isle of videos. I was pretending to look at the titles while looking out the corner of my eye to see if he was still looking at me.
He was.
I turned my focus back to what was in front of me, and I realized I must have walked down the “gay” section. Every box had naked guys on it. There were cocks everywhere. Never in my life did I think that there were so many movies about gay sex. I momentarily forgot that I was being watched and took in the sight. There were covers with pictures of smiling bare-chested men. Others had guys on their knees with their assholes exposed. One had this guy with a leather mask and a cock in his mouth. The more I looked the more cock I saw. I picked one up and found it to be an empty box. That’s when the guy behind the counter (whom I had temporarily forgotten about) said from across the store, that they were all empty. You had to tell him the number on the box to get the tape that belonged inside.
I put the box back and noticed a red sticker with #54 written on it. Then I noticed that there were stickers on everything. #45 had a steam room setting with a guy sitting down covered by a towel with another guy s hand squeezing the hard cock through the outside of the towel. #68 had two guys in a forest kissing. #69 had two guys lying on a bed; each of them had the other’s large rod in their hand right in front of their mouth. My pants were getting tight from my now solid steel erection. I didn’t want to reach down and adjust myself because I knew the guy would still be watching, and I didn’t want to give him any ideas.
I had to get away from this guy somehow so I could adjust myself. It was beginning to hurt. Then I saw a doorway that said theater or booths, I don’t remember exactly, but I knew it was my best option at the moment.
I walked through the door and entered this darkened backroom. There were aisles on the left and right that formed a loop around a series of private viewing booths that were all connected to each other going down the middle of the room. Each had its own door with a light on the outside.
I walked down the left side, and picked a room without a light on. When I closed the door I noticed through the crack that the light went on. I was thinking how strange to be in a ‘theatre’ and not see other people. I put a $5 bill in the machine and a video started playing.
It started playing loud! Very loud. Somebody had the volume cranked when their time ran out.
This guy on screen was pounding away at this girl and she was screaming for more. I fumbled around until I found the volume and turned it down. In my fumbling, I hit the channel change button. On the screen now was what looked to be the same kind of room I was in, except it was made out of glass. There was a guy on either side. One guy was on his knees and was working the pole of the other guy through a square hole in the glass. He was playing with the tip and then plunging it deep down his throat over and over again. If I thought my cock hurt earlier, I had no idea what I was thinking compared to now. I was rock hard and at a weird angle dripping pre-cum like crazy. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my zipper and lowered my pants, freeing my erection. It felt so good to let it out after being so restricted. I reached down and stroked it using the pre-cum as lube. I was so turned on; I was actually wondering what to do if I came, because I didn’t bring anything to clean up with.
That’s when I heard somebody in a deep voice say ”nice” from below me and to my right. Without knowing it I had chosen a room that had a “buddy screen” where if you both pressed a button you could each see into the other’s booth. I think the screen never closed from whoever was in it before. So there I was stroking my pre-cum covered erection while another guy was watching. I knew I wanted more. The mouth on the other side of the window said that the booths with the holes were on the other side, and then left. I heard the door open and close. Then I heard the same thing happen on the other side.
Decisions. Do I walk over there and see what happens or do I just shoot my impending load now, it wouldn’t take much.
I pulled my pants up and let my shirt hang over my erection (mostly) and walked to the other side. There was only one light on and it was the end booth. I entered the booth next to it, my eyes adjusted quickly and I could see through this square hole in the wall the black guy from the front of the store on his knees looking at my cock and licking his lips. He was really licking them and started to make sucking noises.
I lifted my t-shirt and I could see that it had a wet spot from all the pre-cum. I stroked my still wet cock a few times and approached the hole. Before I expected it, he had stuck his head almost through the hole and was already sucking on my cock. It was amazing. This guy was a pro. He was able to use his tongue under the head in ways I hadn’t felt before. He would take me out of his mouth and just lick the head like a lollipop then deep throat me until I felt his nose pressing against my abdomen. It felt like his tongue was doing circles around the head while he was sucking me off.
That’s when the door to my booth opened. I had forgotten to latch it. This stranger came up behind me with no invitation and rubbed his hard dick against the crack of my ass. Up and down. Sometimes slipping it under my butt where the mixture of saliva and pre-cum had made a slippery tunnel. As this was happening, the black guy had slowed down some. Apparently he wanted it to last longer.
The stranger was sliding his enormous cock between my thighs and would occasionally glide into my balls. The black guy had noticed and I could tell he was jerking off as he was sucking me. Everything started to get hot. The guy behind me was rubbing his cock along the entrance to my butt and it felt good. The black guy was deep throating me in and out at a crazy pace. He was taking me deep into his throat with every thrust. Right then, the stranger pushed his cock right up to my asshole and came; I could feel the hot cum hitting my ass and dripping down my thighs. I couldn’t hold it anymore and I came right down the black guys throat while fully deep throated. He just held still until I finished. The stranger just tapped me on the shoulder and I heard the door open and close. The black guy stuck his average sized cock through the hole and stroked it once and shot his load right on my softening member. He kneeled down and looked up at me and smiled. Then he pulled back into his booth and I heard his door open and close.
So there I was covered in cum, with nothing to clean off with and I had to go back to work. I ended up taking my underwear off and using them to clean off with. When I got back to the truck, I found a few napkins to stick in my pants so that I could minimize any further cum leakage spots on my jeans.
I started the truck and looked behind me to back out of the spot I was in and saw a sticker on the back window. It was a red hand written sticker that had #45 on it. It was off of the box in the isle I turned into. It made me wonder if there were any steam rooms in town.
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