Carl and I walked out of the strip club part of the Spice Warehouse, and into the porn store part. The place was busy. Surprisingly, it was full of mostly middle-aged couples. There were a few scattered individual women and men. I walked straight to the counter.
"Welcome back," Marybeth said. "You fellows look like you lost your wives."
Carl replied, "They just got done dancing next door, and decided to go off with a group of guys."
"Lucky them," she said. With a sly smile, she asked us, "You boys here for the booths to get a little relief?"
Carl and I looked at each other, and I piped up, "Yes we are. Twenty dollars worth of tokens each, please."
Marybeth rang us up. "The booths are pretty busy tonight. Saturday night, you know. I'm positive you boys will have fun. Gladys is back there now, but her break is almost over." The thought Gladys, the older clerk at the store, being in the video booths, sucking cock, made me grin.
But, alas, as we were walking into the hallway with the booths, Gladys came out. I could see cum streaking her face. She said hi as we passed.
Tonight, instead of going right like before, Carl and I turned left down the corridor. There were six guys and one women hanging out in the hall. I saw that many of the booths were occupied, as indicated by the red light above their doors.
As we walked down the hallway, we came upon the two big, black guys from the other night. "Hello again," the first one said. We replied with greetings.
The second black guy asked, "Are your wives with you tonight?"
"No," I said. "They went off with a group of guys after dancing next door."
The second guy looked at the first guy and smiled. He also rubbed his cock through his shorts. I could clearly see its huge outline. "That's a shame that we missed it. By the way, my name is Alan, and this is Fred."
"Nice to meet you," Carl said. We all shook hands. It was odd to shake hands with someone who my wife had sucked off.
Fred asked, "Any other lookers in the contest tonight?"
"A couple," I answered. "There were also these two women I met last night. Older. They are from Colorado. Both said they were in that 'Eat the Seed' movie."
"Wow," Alan said. "That's one of my favorites. Have you guys seen it?"
"We all watched part of it in the booths the other night when we met you," I replied. "I liked it so much that I bought a copy."
"It is great," Alan said enthusiastically. "I wish I was part of the study."
"Which part? Giving or receiving?" Carl shot back.
Alan and Fred looked at each other. "Maybe both," Fred said hesitantly.
"Do you think that whole thing is legit? It seemed kinda fake," I retorted.
"Well," Alan admitted, "ever since I started taking about a dose a day, I have been feeling a lot better."
"My sister and mother swear by it," Fred said. "Both of them came out for the Winter Bang in January. They loved it. They were big hits." Softly he said, "Not a lot of black women in town, so they were treated as exotic." He laughed.
There was a long pause. Fred asked, "You guys come here for to get a little relief, or to give some relief?"
"Maybe a little of both," Carl replied. This stunned me. I had come to get some relief not give some.
"Well," Alan exclaimed, "booths sixteen and seventeen are open. Give those a try." We thanked him and each of us entered a booth.
Sure enough, the booths had a gloryhole on each side. As opposed to the ones we were in the other night, the holes were perfectly lined up. It was incredibly hot in the booths. I began sweating immediately. I took off my shirt and lay it on the bench. I dropped coins in the machine and started flipping channels.
Carl said from the gloryhole to my right, "Let me know if you find anything good."
I continued to change the channels. I stopped on one showing a petite brunette surrounded by a bunch of naked, beefy guys. She went from one man to the next sucking on them. No one came, but the tension was mounting. My dick was hard as a rock. I got naked but left my shoes on because the floor seemed a little dirty.
"Try channel 33," I said to Carl.
"Awesome," he said as watched it.
I heard a little bumping from the booth on my left. I looked down through the gloryhole and was surprised to see Jeremy, the young guy from the hot tub last night. He was totally naked, except for shoes. I could tell that he was getting fucked in the ass through his other gloryhole.
I bent down and started to talk to him. "Jeremy, it's me, Ken, from the hot tub last night."
He was totally into is ass fucking, but looked up to me and smiled. "Oh, hi," he said through grunts. He was really slamming up against the other wall. His hand was on his cock. He grinned as he thrust more violently. Pausing, his face contorted and I saw him cum all over his stomach and down his legs. After which he relaxed. Slowly he pulled away from the other wall.
Regaining a little composure, he said to me, "I got to get my three doses of seed a day. My wife insists. Actually," he said in a hush voice, "this is load number six for me. Don't tell her."
"I won't," I said. "Is she here tonight?"
"No, she was feeling tired," Jeremy explained.
That was too bad, I thought.
"You here to get a dose of seed too?"
"Nah," I replied. "Maybe leave some seed."
"You should try receiving. It is really good for you, I swear. Plus it is a lot of fun. I like the control and the mystery here at the booths." He paused then continued, "I'd offer you some of mine, but I just came, plus I left my first load in some big, black guy's butt." Jeremy laughed.
Fred or Alan, I thought.
"Well, I gotta get back to the little woman." Jeremy got his clothes back on, and left the booth.
I returned my attention back to the screen. The final guy had shot his load the brunette's open mouth. She swallowed it all. She stood up, and walked to a shower. She slowly disrobed. That's when I got a shock when it was revealed that it wasn't a woman; it was a man. Albeit a very womanly man.
