This is a TRUE STORY that happened with me and a friend several years ago.
Minor details have been changed for a clearer, easier to read story.
It was Halloween evening. My friend Jamie and I were going to a party that night and we were figuring out our costumes. Neither of us wanted anything complicated.
Jamie had served in the military and still had all his gear - fatigues, boots, cap, tags. All the pieces for a great costume. So, he dressed as a soldier.
His current job, after returning from service, was working in a large hospital's laboratory - drawing blood from patients and processing it for tests. He had access to scrubs and lab coats. That was my costume.
The party didn't start until late... 10pm, maybe 11pm... so we had time to kill.
We did dinner, but it only occupied about an hour.
Already heading to the Southside of town for the party, we made a quick stop at the adult bookstore. Why not see if we couldn't have a little fun before.
Jaime and I had met at that same store a few years before. We were both there cruising and quickly hooked up, but unlike his usual tricks - or mine, really - we exchanged phone numbers. We fucked, dated, broke up, fucked and ultimately decided we were better as friends than boyfriends. We'd hook up on occasion if one of us was going through a 'dry spell', but never tried anything serious again after that. Neither of us wanted to destroy a great friendship by trying to force a shitty relationship.
The parking lot wasn't packed, but there seemed to be enough cars to know the store was buzzing.
Jamie led the way, striding confidently to the back room where the booths were, looking every part the soldier he was dressed as. I followed behind, stopping to briefly check out a display of dildos - anything new I might like to add to my assortment? - and moved to the back room too. For as many cars as there were in the lot, the place seemed quiet. That didn't mean there wasn't some tempting dick standing around though.
Entering from a hallway, the space inside was a wide room with a narrow wall running down the middle - booths lining the left and right sides. You could make laps around, watching and waiting, or find a place along the wall to 'stalk'. At the back were 3 large rooms in their own hallway. The size of a walk-in closet, they had a screen and two built in benches to recline on. There were signs all over the room reminding everyone it was only 1 person per booth... but nobody paid attention to that.
I took a spot along the wall, checking out an attractive guy standing just a foot or so away. He looked at me and smiled shyly. He walked to an empty booth and closed the door behind him... but didn't lock it. I made a quick beeline for him before anyone noticed me slipping in. This trick looked much cuter up close than from the distance I saw him earlier. He had already selected a film - something straight showing a blonde with obviously fake, big tits getting fucked from behind - and was fondling his dick over his slacks. He seemed nervous, the wedding band on his hand tipping me off that maybe this wasn't something he did very often.
I didn't wait for an invitation, I immediately squatted down - careful not to get my scrubs dirty from touching the sticky cum covered floor - and felt his cock through his dress pants. I undid his belt and slipped them down to his knees, revealing a clean white jockstrap. I looked up at him, interested in that choice from someone wearing dress pants and a dress shirt.
He pulled his dick out from the side of the pouch and jerked it slowly... his thick six inches getting hard quickly. I wanted some cock and here it was. I blew him while he stood there watching his porn selection. He seemed oblivious to the fact it was a man's mouth on his cock. He moaned quietly, his hips slowly rocking, and leaned down to whisper "do you swallow?" I nodded my head yes, my mouth still full of him, and he suddenly released. It was a large load, but I easily took it down my throat. I sucked him until I was sure every drop of cum was out, removed my mouth, and watched him redress. He seemed a bit uneasy. He pulled out his wallet and asked me how much? I wasn't sure if I should be insulted or flattered, but I smiled, shook my head no and whispered "free of charge." He opened the booth door quietly, I stood off to the side so I wouldn't be scene, he snuck out and I quickly followed.
Jaime shot me a 'good job' smile while he stood across the room waiting for his own hookup.
I went back to assume my original position, waiting for my next sperm donor.
A 40ish, gray haired guy - with a great body - came in wearing a tight tank top and tight shorts. I could immediately see Jamie eyeing him up. If he wasn't my best friend, I'd have pushed him to the floor for a shot at this guy. But, fair being fair - I'd just had my protein shot - I played this guy off and let Jamie pursue him... and he did. Wasn't long before they were sharing a booth, and unfortunately, wasn't long before they were coming back out.
I slid up to him "that was fast."
"Yeah, he wanted to go back to his place. I don't have time for that tonight."
I felt bad, but I wasn't going to sacrifice myself on the next one. Wasn't my fault Jaimie's turn didn't work out.
It was a odd night. Usually there were more guys looking to score some dick than there were giving it away. Mind you, I wasn't complaining - all it meant was a little less cat and mouse, more cut to the chase.
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About 11:00 I had just left a cute guy. A college boy - we weren't far from a major university campus - who wanted to kiss more than he wanted to get off. Fine with me... I like kissing. I told him I'd love to get him off, but he looked a little scared. I stooped down and undid his jeans, ready to pull them to his ankles, when he froze. He confessed I'd be the first guy he'd done anything with other than kissing. I asked him if he was sure about this then - I was a slut, but I was a consensual slut - because I didn't want this to be a bad experience for him. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and nodded his head. I took what turned out to be an impressive cock in my mouth and he came almost immediately. He apologized... turning red and looking embarrassed, whispering "I'm sorry". I told him he shouldn't be - he just got overly excited. I made sure he was ok before he left.
Just a note: He asked if we could meet up again... he liked the way I kissed. I gave him my phone number and he called me a few days later... asking if it I'd be willing to see him again - just to kiss. We met up at the bookstore and just kissed... he had no interest in going further and I never suggested it. He was smiling and happy, but I never heard from him again. I was legitimately sad.
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Jamie and I were ready to leave the store for the party when HE walked in.
His hair was dark, almost black, his complexion giving me an Italian vibe. Mid thirties, possibly older. Rugged looking with a square jaw line. He was tall, 6'2" maybe 6'3", and dressed in leather from head to toe - a total biker. A white t-shirt poked from the top of his jacket, black tufts of chest hair visible above the collar. Sporting a heavy 5 o'clock shadow, he reminded me of a Tom of Finland character. His black motorcycle boots - accented by wide leather straps with silver grommets - were thick and heavy.
We noticed each other right away. He walked past me and Jamie - a steely, expressionless face, and nodded in our direction - he went into the last booth on the right. He closed the door but neither of us heard it lock. We just stood looking at each other. Who got to make the move... should either of us even try.
Jamie and I pretty much looked like the same person. Short brown hair, toned bodies with medium builds - not overly muscled but not skinny - both roughly 5'6". The only difference, not even a noticeable one, Jamie was 10 years older. When we were dating, our friends would purposely call us by each other's names - each one of us could pass for the other.
We were nothing like the Mack truck that just walked passed us.
"You just had college boy, I'm taking him" Jamie said. I distinctly remember my answer being a swift and firm FUCK YOU! Did he really think my twink was in the same category of this man.
While standing there bickering about who should make a move we realized it... BOTH of us. We were wasting precious time arguing when he could be dropping his load already.
Suddenly emboldened with a power of two mentality, we slowly walked to his booth.
He was tall enough that we could see the top of his head sticking up over the door. He was facing the video screen, but turned in our direction when he noticed us approaching. His eyes - dark, chocolate brown - beckoned us towards him. His bright, white toothed grin gave a feeling of safety.
Nobody else was in the room at this point, so we didn't have to sneak in to join him. He pushed the booth door open for us to come in.
Jamie and I stood there looking up at him, wondering if this was a trap. Did he intend to beat us shitless and then take off? We weighed our choices and decided it was worth the chance.
Harley (we didn't know his real name, so that's what Jamie and I later called him - assuming he had a motorcycle worthy of the monicker in the lot outside) removed his leather jacket - revealing a sleeveless t-shirt that clung to his frame - and hung it on the door.
He lifted his arms high enough to offer each of us a warm pit. Normally I'm not into that, but I was willing to do anything to have a shot at his cock. Jamie and I each took an arm and buried our faces in the moist hair... standing there enjoying him as he flexed his muscular biceps above our heads. We worshiped him for a few minutes before he lowered his arms, pushed us back a step, and stripped off his shirt. He was hairy chest heaven. A blanket of fur covered a pair of large pecs on a hard torso, punctuated by thick, erect nipples. He grabbed the backs of our heads and forced each of us onto a teat. We sucked, licked and lightly drug our teeth over them, occasionally our faces being mashed onto him as he nursed us. He moaned his approval.
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Jamie and I continued alternating between pits and tits, working furiously for his furry frame.
"Let's go to a room" was the first of what very little he said.
He grabbed his shirt and jacket as Jamie and I made sure everything was clear. Harley, half dressed, confidently walked the few feet around the corner. He headed directly for the room furthest back in the hallway. The space was darker - the solid door blocking out any light from the larger room outside.
Jamie locked the door, both of us stood there waiting for our instructions. Harley tossed his clothes on the bench and grabbed each of us by our hair, slowly pulling us to his nipples again. Jaime and I switched sides, each of us taking the other's territory. Harley wrapped his arms around each of our necks - we were staying on the pecs for a while.
Eventually he gave the both of us a hard shove back - Harley was taking control of the room.
"Take my boots off."
We stood there kind of shocked, still a little leery from the shove.
