I'm a total and complete cum slut...a cocksucker. No shame, no manly pride. Just a hungry mouth and dripping wet face. I only feel complete when I'm on my knees feeling a stiff throbbing cock in my mouth. I don't mind being used at all and also like hearing a guy calling me a cocksucker because that's what I am.
By the time the fourth cock slid through the hole in the wall, I'd already been there long enough to burn through more money than I was accustomed to spending in 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 adult bookstore wasn't the same caliber of my usual bookstore. But living in Portland, there's no shortage of places to visit. Rumor is that this city has more adult businesses per capita than any other city in the country. And I'm on a mission to visit each and every one of them.
Typically my visits are short peeks. I go inside, take a look at the toys to see if anything appeals to me and then leave.
After finding the pristine clean booths at Paradise and Mr. Peeps, the former having grab rails to hold on to and with generous sized glory holes at both places, I haven't felt the urge to check out other booths.
But 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 video booths with glory holes. Dirty, sticky floors, cramped little closets lining around a room with an assortment of fellow perverts leaning against the outer door jambs, like vultures stacked up waiting for the road kill to stop moving before they swoop in.
Some days when I'd see that kinda mess I'd just leave.
Today though was different. Today it clicked with me and my inner whore screamed FEED ME, so I walked casually around the room, scouting through the open doors for booths with glory holes.
It 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 little 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 gave out its usual growl as it sucked in the five 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 really wasn't interested in the movie so I didn't bother flicking through the other videos.
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 lowering his pants. All I'm interested in is his cock so I never bother trying to look through the hole to see the other person's face. Glory hole booths are about the dick. If you wanna make some sort of connection, get on E-Harmony. This is about the almighty blowjob.
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. But after a couple of minutes or so I stick a couple of fingers through the hole and tapped the wall incase their eyes were too busy staring at the screen.
They must have been waiting through because their cock followed my withdrawing fingers through the hole. This first dick wasn't anything to write home about but I was a good host. I'd invited them in so I was going to make sure they left happy.
My mouth closed around the shaft and could tell it wasn't fully hard yet. It's always good to feel a man's cock go from soft to rock hard in my mouth. I know that I'm the reason his erect and that I'm there to bring him to his orgasmic release. Just feeling his cock respond to my mouth, as it grows, swells, throbs and pulses is an awesome experience for a cocksucker like me. My wet tongue went to work, bathing that velvet skin, my lips gliding up and down the shaft. 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 its full rigid potential. I figure it wasn't more than six inches with a narrow thickness but it was a great cock to warm up. I knelt on the sticky floor, leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth, my own protruding through my unzipped pants.
He immediately started to thrust a little more, meeting my face, his pubes pressed against the plywood, trying to get as much of his dick as possible 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 back through the hole and finishing himself off by hand. Just when I figured I had him, he retreated. My face being at the level of the hole I had a perfect view of him grabbing his dick and jacking himself over the edge, his pumping fist milking out that load. He put himself away, zipped up and made his escape.
Moving back up to the plastic chair, I just sat there flipping through the channels o find some gay gangbang to stroke to.
It wasn't long though before the next participant arrived. After all, it was the 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 and I was there to catch at least some of it.
