Desire

Desires

Chapter 2

This was my third visit to the movie booths. My second visit had been during the week and I had been disappointed that I got no visitors. This was Friday night and my hope was that there would be more patrons and possibly another encounter like my first. I had picked a straight up gay flick, loaded up the machine with quarters and waited. This was a larger booth and had a bench, so I took a seat and tried to pay attention to the movie while keeping my eye on the door. I needed answers to why I felt so exhilarated by being here, at the prospect of what might happen. It was the only way I could see to solve my almost uncontrollable urges.

The movie had almost run its course and I was preparing to insert another round of quarters when I caught the movement of the door opening slowly. I heart began pounding and my cock came to attention as middle aged man eased into my booth. He smiled at me and I smiled back, I was guessing that would be the proper signal to let him know I was interested. He closed the door and moved to the bench, sitting beside me but not too close. We spent several minutes just watch the action on the screen, when I heard him mention that what the two actors were doing looked like fun. There were two men on a couch, one had his hand in the pants of the other obviously stroking his cock. When I responded in a low tone that I agreed, my new booth mate edged just a little closer to me on the bench.

The on screen action quickly turned to oral sex and I feel myself getting aroused. In a short period of time my dick was pressing against the fabric of my pants and my bulge was quite noticeable. While I was distracted by the on screen action, I felt a hand gently resting on my thigh. I looked first down at the hand, then up at the face of the man next to me. He was smiling again and without knowing quite why, I smiled back. His hand began gently squeezing and rubbing my thigh, edging upwards toward my raging hard on. I thought I would pass out as a jolt of pleasure coursed through me when the hand finally gave my bulge a squeeze.

He evidently sensed what I was feeling because he shifted a little closer, slipping one hand along the back of the seat and with his other hand taking over at my crotch. I could feel his heat, smell his aftershave, and these sensory inputs added to my rising excitement. He made another comment about the action on the screen and as he continued to massage my bulge, I felt his other hand caress my shoulder. It was tentative at first, as if waiting to see if I would object. I was lost in the feeling of his hand massaging my cock and had to fight off the urge to moan out loud as waves of pleasure coursed through me.

I closed my eyes and had to bite me lip to keep my composure and then suddenly the hand moved away. Before I could focus on what was happening, he slid his hand under my shirt and up my chest. His gentle touch was electric and I closed my eyes again savoring the feel of his touch. Suddenly his fingers found my nipple and with a single gentle squeeze, I gasped. He pulled at my nipple, kneading it and I could feel my cock responding as fluid began leaking from the tip, soaking my underwear. My breath quickened as his hand worked first one then the other nipple. I found myself squirming under his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. The pleasure he was bringing me threatened to overwhelm me.

Suddenly, I felt his lips touch mine as he kissed me. It was quick and soft, but the effect hit me like a sledge hammer. I forced myself to keep my eyes closed, afraid that if I did anything at all, it would all suddenly end. Then the lips returned, this time with a more force and I found myself again responding, my lips parting. His tongue was soft and warm as it slid into my mouth. As he worked his tongue further into my mouth, I began sucking at it. I could taste him and it was intoxicating. His hand was more forceful now, pinching and pulling at my nipples. I could no longer resist and began moaning as he worked his magic.

My hands reached up for him, sliding around his neck. He pulled me tighter against him, his hand sliding down my chest, across my stomach, then around my waist. He slid his hand up my back, hugging me close, then I felt his hand slip down until he found the cheek of my ass. He squeezed my cheek massaging it and as he did, h sat back pulling onto his lap. My head was empty of all thought, it was filled with the all of these new and wonderful sensations. He pulled at my leg until he had it positioned across his lap. I could feel his erection, could feel it pulsing and I knew what I had to do.

I slid my hand from around his neck and slipped it between us. I found the hard bulge and began massaging it. His cock was bigger than mine and I could feel it straining to be released. I wanted to feel it in my hand, feel the firmness of it, feel it throbbing as I fondled it. I knew at that moment, that I wanted more, I wanted to feel it between my lips, taste his manhood, suck his cock. I wanted him more than anything at that moment. I fumbled with the zipper trying to release his big cock. Just as I finally got the zipper down and had begun to reach inside of his pants, he stopped. It was if I had been struck. Suddenly the feelings were gone.

Stunned, I looked up at him, then I saw his smile. He held out his hand and without a thought, I reached up and took it. He urged me to stand, then he pulled me close to him, his arms encircling my hips. He was taller than me, so I looked up into his eyes as he lowered his head and his lips touched mine. His hands moved, one to the small of my back, holding me tight against him. The other slid up my back until it reached the back of my head, cradling my head as his tongue intertwined with my own. I felt myself being swept away, unable to resist this man's will. He turned us so that my back as against the wall of the booth, then the hand cradling my head moved to my chest, working its way up until he was once again fondling my nipples.

I moaned as his fingers work magic, causing me to squirm as the tingling sensations of pleasure coursed through me. I had abandoned myself to this man, lost in these new and powerful feels. Just as I thought it couldn't get better, the hand supporting the small of back drifted down. I felt the hand caressing my cheek, pulling at it, holding me even tighter as he ground his bulge against me. Then before I could react, he released me and using both hands, quickly pulled my shirt over my head. He wasted no time as he exposed my chest, his lips found my nipple and felt the softness of his warm tongue as it flicked across it. I gasped, the pleasure was overwhelming and I thought I would pass out when he began to sucking at my nipple.

As his tongue moved from first one nipple to the other, his hands slipped around my back. He began kneading the cheeks of my ass, pulling at them. His large hands felt good and I responded, grinding my crotch against him. I moaning now almost continuously, I didn't care who heard or what happened at this point, I just want this to continue to see where it would lead. He managed to get one hand between us to unbutton my pants, then I felt his hand cupping my bare cheek, working the flesh, gently squeezing. As his fingers explored, he found my tight opening. I let out low sigh as his finger probed me. I didn't know what was happening to me but I did know I didn't want it to stop.

I felt him move and thought he was pulling away. I began to panic, not wanting this to stop, then I felt something large and hard pressing against my exposed ass. After some more maneuvering, I felt the slick wet head of his cock pushing between my cheeks. He was going to fuck me and I knew it was what I had come here for. I wanted him desperately. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me. My mind raced with the thought, I was losing myself in the sexual pleasure rising inside of me. Then suddenly he was there, his cock pressing hard against my tight opening. My body fought at first, but I forced myself to relax and as I did, the head of his cock slipped inside of me. There was a moment of hesitation then I felt him thrust forcibly but slowly until his cock was completely inside me. My head exploded in stars as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

He began slowly pumping his cock in and out of me. Each stroke a little faster, a little harder, then I heard him groan, he thrust harder than before and as his cock reach fully inside of me, I felt an explosion of warmth. His cock pulsed and each pulse resulted in another gush of warmth. I knew he was cumming inside me, filling me with his seed. Just as I thought I could take no more, something exploded in my head. His cock, the warmth of his cum beginning to ooze out around his buried cock, all combined ending in my own explosion. Waves of pleasure coursed through me and my own flaccid cock began spewing cum. Time seemed to slow down as the waves of pleasure rocked me. Finally the feeling started to dissipate, leaving me with a warm glow.

I came back to myself as I felt his cock slip from me and felt his warm semen begin oozing out of me and running down my leg. I had to hang on to the wall to keep from falling down, my knees weak from everything I had just experienced. Sensing what was happening, his arms slipped around me holding me, pulling me against him. He whispered how amazing the whole thing had been. How good it felt having his cock inside of me and how he wanted to experience it again if I was willing. He suggested we go back to his apartment where he could really show me how much pleasure he could bring me. Speechless, I could only nod and we proceeded to gather ourselves together before leaving the booth. I followed him out of the store sand to his car. He suggested I follow him so my car wouldn't be left at the store.

The rest of the night is still more of a blur to me. There was a lot more love making and I found myself climaxing twice more before the night was done. I remember lying in his bed, his arms holding me. I could feel his semi erect penis pressing against me and four times, feel it harden as his strength returned and he entered me again. I awoke in the morning and found him asleep beside me. As I stirred, his eyes opened and he smiled. Telling me how amazing I had been and how much pleasure I had given him. He rolled toward and his lips covered my own. We had kissed during the night, but those kisses seemed lost to me. This one rocked me, sending tingling sensations through me.

As he kissed me I felt myself responding, his tongue exploring my mouth, his hands roving over my body eventually gripping my butt and pulling my close. I squirmed a bit against him as he played me like and musical instrument. His cock began growing again, hardening against my belly. He gently broke the kiss, rolled me to my stomach and eased on top of me. His cock quickly found what it sought, slipping quickly inside me. His love making was slow and easy, he strokes deep and strong. I moaned as he fucked me, the pleasure rising one more time, each stroke lifting me higher. I could feel my orgasm building and just as I thought I couldn't take any more, he thrust deep and I felt that familiar gush of warmth as he filled me for a fifth time.

We lay for a long time, his cock buried inside of me, whispering his thoughts and feelings to me. Eventually he got up and I quickly followed. Realization of what had happened final hit me. I had been so lost in the pleasure that I hadn't had time to think about what I was doing. Now those thoughts flooded through me. I quickly dressed, promising to see him again and found my way to the door. The ride home was another blur. My thoughts reeling, I had sucked a man off and now I spent the night with a second man. Not only had I let him fuck me, I had been so turned on that I had spent the night with him allowing him to take me numerous times. I had never thought of myself as gay, but the memories of how I felt as hi cock delved deep inside of me, the pleasure I felt as his cock thrust into me, and the intensity of the orgasms I experienced from it, made me question how I looked at the world.

When I arrived home, the first thing I noticed was that I felt dirty. His cum was still oozing out of me and I wanted a shower. It was in the shower that I came to grips with my feelings. As I lathered my body, my soapy hands sliding across my ass, I recalled the feeling of his hands there and knew I want nothing more than to feel those hands on my ass again. Feel those strong arms pulling me closer, feel his cock harden between us. I slid a finger into my ass and as I did, I once again climaxed. At that moment I knew I what I wanted. I wanted sex with men, feel them slip inside me, feel their cocks thrusting into me, and more importantly I want to feel that warm gush of semen as they climaxed filling me with their seed.

I finished my shower and dried off. I sat for a long time on the bed trying to get a handle on my feelings. I had sex with another man, not only that, I had taken the feminine role and it had felt right. Did this mean I was gay? That was a difficult concept to grasp. I had dated women and even felt pleasure at their touches and kisses, but they had felt nothing like what I had just done. Just thinking about what I had done last night turned me on. I felt the desire rising in me again. I had his number in my pocket and it took everything to keep from calling him and begging him to fuck me again. I realized my system was on overload and I needed to step back and assess where I was and where I might end up going.