Forced gay suck
I was desperate and horny, and with my optimal friend Hunter deciding to take the “straight road,” I didn’t see much hope of getting laid in the near future. Oh don’t get me wrong, I’m not dancing far outside of the closet myself. I haven’t gotten around to having one of those wrenching “Hi mom, I’m gay” moments yet, and I’m not sure I will, but I am gay.
Hunter’s gay too if he’d just lighten up about it, but he’s always been more conservative, with his short dark hair and his fast footpath career. He wants the wife and children in the suburbs. He wants the middle-class American accomplishment, and so he’s always had more drive.
That’s why he’s got a business degree and works at some fucking big conglomerate, while I’m spending my Friday night behind the counter of a video store with a boner in my pants that begs to be touched every time I think of Hunter’s lean, naked figure under me, his eyes wide as I penetrate him, and his breath short as he approaches climax just from the feel of my cock slamming his prostate. I miss him.
My hand had actually slipped below the counter and squee
Forced First Suck: The Aftermath
I've been frequenting adult guide stores for over 25 years, and they and I have made some transformations over the years. Glory holes in an arcade are a minuscule harder to find these days. In days gone by just about every bookstore arcade had glory holes until the commandment and bible thumpers felt they had to impose their beliefs on the rest of us. I did however find one in my area that still has a few.
I too have made some changes. 20+ years ago I was a new man in very great shape with what could be analyzed as a sex addiction. The only reason I went to the bookstores was to have some unknown person suck my cock through a hole in the wall as I watched the movie of my choice. I would dream that the girl on the screen getting a huge load blasted on her face was the one blowing me as I actually came in some guy's mouth. Creature as young and in shape as I was there was never a problem getting my rocks off in someone's mouth. Usually there was a game of jockeying for position among the cock suckers to see who could get the booth next to the one I picked. It was actually kind of entertainment. If the cock sucker I wanted to suck me off wasn't in position to get the b
Forced First Suck 5
A while after my first scant times on the giving end a blowjob instead only receiving, I establish another bookstore. I could hardly believe it, it was only 3 blocks from the one of my forced first suck. The original one is on the main kingly, but this one is off the beaten track so it's easy to drive nearby and not even know it's there.
Some things about this one I don't like though. Like the booths, they are behind the counter and the clerk constantly walks right past . With no doors he can look right in so I've never even tried them. I accomplish however like one of the theaters, it has two sides with a divider in the middle. The cool part is that the screens are mounted on an 8 foot wide wall that's about 3 feet from the end of each room. This makes a perfect dark cove to go stand behind with your dick out and wait for someone to suck it if they like what they see.
Before anyone can open the theater door the clerk has to unlock the door from the counter and it makes a buzzing sound so you can stop any action until the new person seems cool. This became my new favorite place to go for a quick blowjob as it seemed there was always someone ready to suck a hard cock when
There comes a moment in every American cocksucker’s (and I use that phrase as an honorific) animation when he/she pulls down a pair of trousers and is met not with a well-shorn sailor, but a hooded monk. Yes, I’m talking about the rare occasion (in America and Israel, at least) when you wind up with a foreskin in your hands. And, eventually, mouth.
As we all know, not every dink is created equal, and dealing with one of the uncut variety bids its own unique pleasures and challenges. I interviewed a bunch of uncut gay guys (the only demographic that has been on both the receiving and giving end of this particular activity) and they offered some straightforward tips for giving a long-skinned dude the beej of his lifetime.
The first thing to remember is that size DOES matter. Not only the length of the dong, but the size of the foreskin, too. Some foreskins will be tight as a drum when the penis is hard, while others have a bit of turkey neck dangling down even at packed mast. How much they have will decide what you can do with it. Make sure you don’t stretch a snug one, and be sure to diddle the ones with wiggle room generously.
The typical response from a cocksucker who isn
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