I was in a foreign city with time on my hands. I hadn't had a chance to play with guys for awhile. I did the usual DoubleList thing and managed to score a shy visitor to my hotel (who did cum in my mouth), but I wasn't really satisfied. So I looked around online and found a "book store" that appeared to offer the opportunity to get into a little more trouble.
The place was in an alley in the city's Chinatown section. I went upstairs and took a furtive look around -- I saw lots of porn and dildos. The guy behind the counter asked if he could help me -- I sheepishly asked if there was a "back-room." He said, "oh the cruising area -- yeah, it's upstairs on the next level. $15."). I paid him and he handed me a couple of condoms.
I made my way upstairs. It was dark. There was a row of small, private rooms that didn't appear to be in use. I passed them and walked into a small common area where a gay porno was playing, the sounds of a young man being filled at both ends blasting over the speaker. Nobody else was there. I sat down and started watching the video, hoping company would present itself.
Sure enough, after just a couple of minutes, an older guy walked in and sat down next to me. He pulled his cock out of his pants, focused on the movie, and started playing with himself. Somehow feeling emboldened, I shuffled closer and asked if he would like a hand with that. He glanced over and smirked. "Sure."
I reached over and gently began to stroke him. Before long he was breathing hard and pinching my nipples through my shirt. I leaned in and said, "if you want to go into a room, I can do a proper job." He didn't hesitate.
Once in the dimly lit, tiny room, he wasted no time removing my shirt and pushing me to my knees. I immediately took his cock in my mouth and started to bob up and down on it, caught up in the delicious shame of my situation. I thought he would want to cum as fast as possible, but he kept pulling my head up and kissing/nuzzling me. I'm not really into that, and he had a goatee, which isn't really my thing, but he was possessing me, which very much is.
He finally let me really go to work on his cock, and it wasn't super big compared to some I've encountered, which meant I could take him pretty deep into my throat. Before long, he was gripping my head, stood up to fuck my face, and pumped a surprisingly thick load of cum into my mouth, which I swallowed greedily. I murmured in satisfaction and thrilled at the idea of that mess being inside of me. He helped me find my shirt on the dark floor and then let himself out of the room.
When I walked out, having gotten my cum fix, I was surprised to see three more men in the common area. They weren't there together, and they weren't interacting. They were watching the video on separate benches, and a couple of them were stroking themselves. I figured I might as well see if I could get myself one more load before doing my delicious walk of shame back to the hotel.
I sat down next to one of them and tried my clever "can I give you a hand with that" line again. He immediately took my hand and placed it on his shaft, then he leaned in and kissed me deeply, which made me feel both uneasy and submissive. Which is definitely a turn-on.
After he was done pushing his tongue into my mouth, he stood up and took me by the hand. Without saying a word, he led me into another one of the private rooms I'd passed earlier. Once inside, with a very dim red light slightly illuminating the dank space, he instructed me to get undressed. Breathing raggedly, and unsure about what I was preparing to do, I complied.
He took me by the shoulders and turned me around to face the wall. His hands pushed my thighs apart, and I heard the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper being torn open. My heart raced. I hadn't come here for this -- I just wanted to suck a cock. I hadn't been fucked in so long. Then I heard the squeeze of a lube bottle.
