Thank you everyone for the comments and likes on the first story. I enjoy turning you all on. The next part will finally reveal booth 12.
The next morning Alec woke up to the memories of Mark's cock in his mouth and the taste of cum on his tongue. His own cock throbbed at the recollection. His hand drifted down to play with his morning wood, it needed attention. He thrust his hips, fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping away. This new found desire blossomed, he loved how he felt on his knees, making Mark moan. Alec's fist moved faster over his twitching member. Shooting ropes of cum all over his belly until his legs gave out and his hips dropped back on to the bed.
Work that day dragged on, distracted as he was. He had promised Mark he'd be back next Wednesday, but he already craved the taste of cock again. That night, he was once again, back on porn, watching men on their knees taking cocks all around. He wanted to be that guy. By the time Friday rolled around, he couldn't stand it any more. Once work was done he bolted home to shower and change.
A quick drive over and he was at the Golden Dome before the sun had fully set. He stopped outside the door briefly, wondering to himself what he was becoming. With a shrug, he opened the door with the ever familiar ding. A different cashier was behind the counter, he only gave the new man a glance, this one was younger, slimmer, not quite feminine in features, but definitely leaning that way. The thought that came to Alec's mind before he could realize what he was thinking was, I wonder what his cock looks like.
Almost blushing he put down the money for the booths. The cashier quirked and eyebrow at him, "usually it doesn't get busy till later. Unless you're trying to secure a booth for yourself."
"Just got off of work is all," Alec looked away, his face flushed. After being handed the ticket he walked to the back. Only booth eleven's light was red. Idly the question of booth 12 popped back in to his head. He almost went there, then decided against it. He opened the door to booth 5 and stepped inside. The hole was too the right,. The rooms aligned where the odd number was to the left, and the evens to the right. Each room set had a hole joining them. One between 1 and 2, between 3 and 4, and so on.
Once inside, he locked the door, knowing that the red light that showed occupied would now be lit. It was only a matter of time before someone came in to the booth next door. Would they want him to suck their cock? Or were they wanting to suck his? His mind was settled on sucking cock, the other night with Mark piqued his desires. He licked his lips, wondering what the cock that comes through might look like. Alec placed a few fingers through the hole to the other side, from his time on the forums he had learned this was the sign he wanted to be giving head.
Turning to the wall mounted TV, he flipped through the various porn channels playing. There were scenes of women getting fucked, and Alec briefly paused at it. Previously he had considered himself straight, but after recent events he definitely couldn't say that anymore. His eyes were drawn to the cock going in and out of the tight cunt on screen. He wanted to lick them both. Knowing why he was here, and wanting to enhance that desire, he flipped past that porn.
The booth filled with the mixed sounds of moans, groans, grunts, and the sloppy sounds of sex and oral. Eventually he stopped on a channel that looked appealing to him and his current desires. It was three men, trading head, leading on in to hard cocks being shoved in to tight asses. The sight turned him on more than he wanted to admit.
Alec waited, his cock straining against his pants begging to be released. With a quick motion he popped the button on his jeans, and dropped the zipper. With a feeling of relief it sprang free, the tip already leaking a little pre-cum. Alec didn't want to cum yet, but he slowly stroked and teased his cock anyways. His desires for a cock in his mouth only got stronger as he waited, watching the the actions on the screen as more cocks came and went.
He wasn't sure how long passed before he heard a noise in the booth next to his, the door opening and closing, the sound of the latch locking. His heart beat faster as he waiting, his mouth salivating. It didn't take long before he felt the touch of tip on his fingers. Sliding them out of the hole he watched with anticipation as the desired cock came through the hole. It wasn't very long, with a thick mushroom tip. It wasn't as big or nice as Mark's but he still wanted it.