Tex Gets What He Asked For [MMm] [BDSM] [Interracial] [gay]
Contains gay, BDSM, interracial content. If that may offend you - don't read.
A few years ago I lived in the San Francisco area, and took advantage of BART to visit adult book stores (ABS) - particularly ones that catered to black men. This story recounts my most memorable experience. In hindsight I was lucky nothing went seriously wrong - I was taking way too many chances, so DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!
After walking about 8 blocks from the BART station, I was standing at the entrance to my favorite ABS. It was hit and miss, but I'd sucked and fucked plenty of black cock there, and was hoping for a "hit" today.
Upon entering the ABS I bought some tokens for the video booths. When I entered the dimly lite booth area I saw several black men loitering around. Even though I knew the answer, I asked, "anybody know which booths have glory-holes?"
"Try 16 or 17, I think you'll find what you're looking for white boi," said one of the lurkers.
I went straight to the back and entered 17, followed by Mr Lurker who entered 16. I was wearing a winter coat, which I removed and placed over the back of one of the chairs in the booth. After putting some tokens in the machine I selected a channel featuring a white man getting spit-roasted by two BBC - my favorite, unfulfilled fantasy. I took out my already hardening cock and stroked it to its full 8". Turning to the wall with the glory hole I saw a nice sized black cock sticking thru. My mouth began to water as I dropped to me knees in front of the glory hole.
The black cock felt warm to the touch as I handled and inspected it. My tongue reached out as if by its own accord and licked a large drop of pre-cum from the tip. Delicious. I used my lips and tongue to worship the black rod, then wrapped my lips around the head. I swirled my tongue around the head a bit until I heard him moan, then my lips slid down his cock until the head was pressed firmly against the back of my throat.
At that point Mr Lurker slowly withdrew his cock back into his booth, and I followed until my face was touching the wall. When he started moving forward again I did not back up, and his cock slid down my throat - with some resistance. I could hear him groan on the other side of the wall as he bottomed out.
"Get ready cock sucker, cuz here it comes," said Mr Lurker immediately before he began fucking my face like a pussy. I can handle a hard face fuck from a 6 inch dick, but Lurker's 8 prevented me from breathing through my nose, given the rate he was pounding my tonsils. Eventually I got the rhythm right and he settled into firm deep strokes.
In case you can't tell, I'm submissive. Particularly when bondage is involved. Hence I carry a "self-bondage" rope loop for these occasions. It's simple: about 6' of rope tied at the ends to make a big loop, twisted into 3 coils. All I have to do is place the coils on one wrist, put both wrists behind my back, but bent at the elbows so my forearms are parallel, then insert the other wrist through the coils from the opposite direction of the first. When I straighten my arms, the coils twist between my wrists and feels like they are tightly bound, even though I can get out in less than a second if required.
So once Mr Lurker and I had a sustainable pace going, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my rope loop. Within a few moments I had my wrists bound behind my back, making my cock harden immediately. It also changed my balance and I found it more difficult to back off the black cock in my throat when I needed to take a breath. But by this time I was deep in sub-space and the challenge only made my hornier. I stuck my tongue out in an attempt to reach his balls, but the wall between us was too think. My tongue lathering his shaft was however, just what Mr Lurker needed, as he started stroking faster for about a minute. Finally he buried his cock and pumped several large spurts of cum down my gullet, followed by a half dozen smaller ones. They were delicious!
Lurker pulled out of my mouth. As I was saying "thank you!" through the glory hole, another black dude stepped up to the hole and shoved his dick into my mouth. I wasn't expecting it and initially backed away. By that time all the blood had left the big brain and only my little brain was working. It wanted more cock. It won. My face slid down his cock until it was pressed up against the wall. This BBC was about as long as the first, but a little thicker.
My new friend must have enjoyed watching his friend fuck my face rapidly, because he started out with a fast, deep pounding. But after only a minute or so he pulled out completely. I wasn't ready for that either and almost fell over, lol! Anyway, he leaned down to the hole and said, "let us come over."
"Ok, I'll get the door," spoke the little brain.
My sub-spaced little brain wanted my hands to remain bound, so I carefully stood up, went to the booth door, turned around and unlocked it. Both guys pushed their way into the booth. One locked the door while the other looked me over. Seeing my hands awkwardly behind my back, he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around so he could see my bound hands.
Even in the dark he could see how easily I could slip out of the rope loop. He grabbed the bottom front edge of my somewhat tight fitting t-shirt and flipped it up, over, and behind my head while leaving my arms inside the sleeves. When he pulled it downwards the body of the t-shirt went down toward my elbows and I could no longer spread them apart to untwist my rope loop. My cock got even harder at the feeling of being at the mercy of two black men in a seedy, locked, ABS booth. Now I'm sure I could still have worked myself free in less than a minute - but the elbow fastening would slow me down enough that my "captors" could easily prevent that. I felt helpless to prevent them from doing anything they wanted. For me, a wonderful feeling.
