One night when my wife was out of town and I had nothing to do I decided to go to the adult bookstore in town. This is your typical ABS that sells movies, magazines and has both peep show booths and a theater. They also sell adult novelties ranging from the mundane to the extreme and every kink in between. As I entered the store and noticed two men talking at the front of the store near the checkout counter, but otherwise the place was empty. The counter was situated on a raised platform about 3 feet above the floor. I wandered around the store looking at the different magazines and movie boxes. Some were very arousing and while other were downright repulsive. After getting my fill there I went around the corner to look at the adult toys.
There were dildos of all sizes, shapes and colors, some of which I am sure would not fit in anything except livestock. They also had blowup dolls, sexy clothing for both men and women and assorted gag gifts. Then I saw something that caught my eye, at first I thought is was a double headed dildo, but when I looked closer I realized it was a strap-on dildo. It had a fat little cock at one end and a 6 or 7 inch cock on the other end. My wife had used her vibrator on my ass before, but the thought of her fucking me like I do her really turned me on. I picked it up to look at it and noticed the price.
"100 dollars for a piece of rubber and a few plastic straps and buckles, who would pay that?" I thought. I then noticed that all of the items were similarly overpriced.
Out of nowhere a thought came into my head, I thought to myself
"I've got baggy pants on and if I slid in down the front of my jeans it would look like I had a hard on from watching the movies".
Feeling randy from being in the store I thought what the hell, the two men upfront will never know. I grabbed the strap-on and walked back to the movie stalls and went into one. I popped a couple of quarters into the machine and started watching two women writhing on a bed. I unbuckled my pants and slid them down, as I was trying to situate my new toy my own cock sprang to life from the action on the TV and the excitement of the whole scene.
Well when in Rome, do as the Romans do, so I grabbed my hard-on and started to stroke away. Just as the action on the scene started to heat up my time ran out, I fished around in my pockets but didn't have anymore cash. I figured I would just finish myself off at home, maybe even with the help of my new toy. I stood up and put the dildo in my underwear pushing the cock down my leg so it indeed did look like I was sporting and erection, not uncommon in these paces I'm sure. After I zipped up, I unlatched the booth door and headed for the exit.
When I walked past the front counter the clerk asked me "Did you enjoy the movies?"
"Sure, I replied, I just didn't bring enough cash with me to see it all."
"We have change here in the register if you need"
"No, I just need to get home"
I'm getting really nervous and just want to get out of there as quickly as possible.
"I've got a brand new movie you would probably like to look at" he tells me.
"No really, I just need to get home before my wife gets mad, I was only supposed to run to the store to pick up a few things" I lie.
"This movie is really short and besides you can always tell her traffic was bad." He says rather insistently.
Not wanting to arouse any suspicion I agree. He calls me around behind the counter where I move to and stand.
"You can't see anything from down there; you need to come up here."
I climb up a couple of steps and soon I am standing next to him.
"You'll love this video, I just got it tonight." He tells me.
He presses the play button on a remote and as the screen flickers to life my heart sinks as I realize that I am looking at the inside of the store.
I think to myself, "act calm as if nothing is wrong" but I am sweating profusely.
Suddenly I see myself holding the strap-on that is currently in my pants.
"Why are you showing me this" I ask.
"We don't take kindly to shoplifters" he tells me.
"I'm not a shop lifter; I put that back after I looked at it."
"Watch the rest of the tape." Is all he says.
The tape flickers and skips a little and I realized he had fast forwarded to me sitting in the booth, there I am with my pants around my ankles and my hand wrapped around my hard cock stroking away.
"Nice dick!" he comments.
The scene then progresses to where I stuff the dildo in my pants and walk out of the booth. The screen then goes blank. I'm horrified; I have never been in any trouble before and now this. He must have seen the look on my face because he suddenly tells me
"It's not as bad as you think."
"What do you mean" I ask.
"I'll tell you what, I'll pay twice what it costs and we'll just forget about the whole thing." I state hopefully.
"Well, the way I see it you have two choices, and that is not one of them."
"What are my choices then?" I ask.
"Well I can call the cops and let them take you to jail, you then get to call your wife and have her bail you out."
"I never left the store, so I didn't take anything yet and if I just put it back there was no crime." I say hopefully.
"You can try your luck, but when I show them the tape, I think they'll believe me."
"Ok what's my other choice?" I ask hoping to get this over with.
This whole time he has been sitting at a desk type counter and hasn't moved much. He suddenly slides his chair back and I realize that he is not wearing any pants. What is really shocking is the piece of meat between his legs. It is by far the largest cock I have ever seen, movie guys wish they had half of what this guy has. It was lying across his leg and extended down his thigh at least 7 inches and looked to be as big around as my wrist; and it wasn't even hard yet. He grabs this sausage and points it towards me and says,
"I'll let you blow me and we'll forget you ever came in here tonight."
"No thanks, I think I'll take my chances with the cops" I reply hoping to call his bluff.
Picking up his phone, he says, "OK if that's what you want, but you really don't look like the kind of guy who wants to stand in front of a judge and explain why you were stealing a strap-on from an adult bookstore."
He's right; this could definitely ruin my life and end my career if it ever go out.
"I have money in my car, let me go get it and I'll pay you whatever you want." I plead.
"Look, I've given you your choices and I'm horny and getting impatient, now what is it going to be, make a phone call or cum in your mouth?" he says in a demanding voice.
Neither one sounds very good to me but I got myself into this and a little private humiliation is much better than any public disgrace.
"What do you want me to do?" I ask.
"Get on your knees and suck me off!" he demands.
I move close and kneel next to his chair.
"I knew this is what you really wanted" he chides.
Once I got closer I was actually entranced by the enormity of this big tool in front of me. I hesitantly reached out for his cock. My hand could barely close around the shaft, and it jumped as I caressed its length. I took it in both of my hands and hefted its bulk. It felt like it weighed ten pounds in my hands, and it began to grow harder at my touch.
"Suck it" he ordered.
I was trembling as I leaned in and guided the throbbing tool to my mouth. I had watched a few blowjobs in the movies and received a couple myself, but this was completely different. The enormity of this cock was almost frightening, but suddenly I couldn't resist the opportunity. I opened as wide as I could and took the head of the monster into my mouth.
He tasted of sweat and while I thought I would be repulsed at this, the feel of his hard yet soft cock head felt wild in my mouth. I started to work my mouth over the length of his big tool. My mouth was watering and I left slick trails of spit allover his cock and balls. His balls were another sight to behold; it looked like a pair of tennis balls in a hairy sack. Gaining full hardness, he was now at least 9 inches long and definitely thick as salami. I slid it back into my mouth as deep as I could, my lips stretching around the shaft. Gagging as I went down too far, I realized I would have to simply concentrate on the parts I could fit in easily. Slobbering as much as I could to add lubrication, I kept just the head and a couple of inches in my mouth while using my hands to jerk on the rest. As I was working on his manhood, I heard the door open, and then I hear and man and a women's voice. I try to move, scarred I'd be seen but he grabs my face and pulls me under the counter and forces his cock deeper into my mouth.
To my surprise, my own cock is hard and as much as I would love to stroke it, I need both hands to keep this guy from choking me with his insistent thrusting. My sucking must have been doing the trick because he suddenly grabbed the sides of my head and began sawing intensely between my lips. I was helpless to resist (not that I really wanted to at this point) and submitted to having my mouth and throat ravaged by his horse cock. The people who came in must have been regulars because they started up a conversation with him and called him "Jim". I must have been obvious that something was going on because one of them asked
"Is everything ok Jim?'
His reply was simple, "fucking great!' was all he said.
He then gripped my head tighter and I felt his cock grow even thicker. Without warning he erupted, filling my mouth with his how salty spunk. He was wild as he came; he yelled and bucked as he dumped his load in my mouth. I couldn't swallow quickly enough and much of his juice spilled from my lips and ran down his shaft. I was the one who went wild now, his cum was salty and sweet and I wanted more, pushing myself back, I was like a starving man as I slurped and licked the rest of his cum from the shaft. I sucked one last shot from his hole before returning to clean up shaft and his large balls.
Jim fell back in the chair and pushed me away saying, "That wasn't half bad, I guess I'll let you off the hook."
His cock had barely shrunk and lay long across his leg still shining with my saliva.
"Who do you have up there with you Jim?" a female voice asks.
"Oh, just a shoplifter pay off his debt."
As I was trying to slink back under the counter to hide the couple comes around the corner and sees me there and notices Jim's shiny cock lying across his thigh.
"What did this guy steal, Jim?" She presses.
"Well he tried to steal one of those new strap-on dildos but he never made it out of the store as you can see." He tells them.
