I have been frequenting adult bookstores for many years for a quick blowjob through glory holes in the video arcade. Most bookstores no longer have glory holes and the booths don t have doors. Usually you just go around a corner to face the video screen and sometimes there s a mirror in the corner so the management can walk past and see if more than one person is in the booth.
I really don t like this configuration because having the wall there and not being able to see who was actually sucking my cock allowed me to imagine it was the girl in the movie. I also don t like having people lurking in the hall see that there was another guy in the booth with me. That and having to worry about getting caught in that situation by management or worse yet the cops.
Over all the years I d been doing this I never even considered being on the giving end of a blowjob. I did however find myself paying a lot more attention to the cocks in the movies I watched. I actually found myself mentally critiquing them and thinking which kind I preferred to watch as they were doing some hot chick. I also found that the more cocks that were doing the girl the more it turned me on so my preference turned to gang bang flicks.
I mostly find myself stopping at the bookstore when I m heading home after being out and having some drinks. This usually lowers my inhibitions to the point that I can let someone in my booth to blow me and I can still concentrate on the blow job instead of worrying about who is watching.
This particular bookstore also has a theater area with a straight and gay film continuously showing in two separate rooms. I ve gotten blowjobs in there also but again you re usually the center of attention. When there is live sex going on the action on the screen is the last thing people are paying attention to.
One night after having way too much to drink to be driving I made my usual stop at the bookstore to get my rocks off. Being a Saturday night there were plenty of cars in the parking lot and I figured my chances of getting what I needed was pretty good. I decided to try my luck in the arcade area and found that the booths I usually use at the end of the hall were busy. I had to settle on one in the more high traffic area but in my current condition I really didn t care.
I put several dollars in the slot and started flipping through the movie choices until I found what I was looking for. It happened to be one of the Gangland series films with a bunch of black guys giving a good pounding to a hot little blond. I really like these because they usually cum all over her face at the end. I took out my cock and started stroking it so the cock suckers lurking in the hall could use the mirror to see what I had to offer.
It didn t take long for someone to come in and start the ritual of stroking my cock before going down on me. Only this guy didn t look like the normal guys that come in to suck some cock. He was dressed like and actually looked like a tough guy with the thick leather belt leather boots chain on the wallet and worn jean jacket. I figured what the hell if he wants to suck my cock who was I to complain.
While he was stroking my cock he undid his belt opened his fly and pulled out his own cock which don t bother me because he should be able to jerk off when he sucks some cock. Only this time it was different although I didn t notice at the time. He stopped stroking my cock and stood up straight with his cock and balls hanging out of the front of his pants flicking it back and forth. I also didn t realize how long I was mesmerized and staring at his cock.
It was beautiful the perfect looking specimen just like the kind I like to watch in the movies. It wasn t anywhere near hard still hanging down a little but mostly pushed straight out. Even in this state the head was quite I bit bigger around than the shaft. His balls were shaved but there was still some trimmed pubes above his cock. His nut sack looked so good completely clean like that I could even see his balls moving around in there.
I guess I was staring for quite awhile as he stroked it because I think he got the wrong idea. What happened next shocked me back to reality real fast. He reached out with his left hand tried to ease my head towards his cock. I thought no I don t do that and turned back to face the TV and focus my attention back to the movie. That didn t seem to deter him because he just pulled a little harder and I had to really make an effort to stay away from him.
Just as I was thinking as soon as this movie stops I m outta here my whole world changed. He let go of his cock with his right hand and grabbed a hold of my head with both hands very hard. He turned my face back towards him and forcefully started to pull my head towards his cock that was now only inches from my face. I tried hold myself away but my back muscles were no match for the power in his arms.
I don t know why but right before the head of his cock got to my lips my mouth opened and his cock slid right in. Right when I should have been pissed off and ready to fight I found myself giving in and my sense of everything around me was gone except for the hands on my head and the cock in my mouth.
The first thing I noticed was his musky smell even though it was a clean smell. In the current condition of his cock it fit completely inside my mouth with his balls resting against my chin. Then I felt his cock starting to grow and get harder and I thought how different but good his cock felt as it was filling my mouth. He held my head still and slowly fucked his cock in and out of my mouth. By now I wasn t really resisting I even started to like the feeling that my mouth was relegated to being his personal fuck hole.
As his cock grew it would no longer fit completely in my mouth and I had to use the back of my tongue to keep it from penetrating my throat and causing me to gag. Even though I was no longer resisting he still held my head in a very firm grip and fucked my mouth with increasing speed. He was probably fucking my mouth for 3 or 4 for minutes when he stopped put it back in his pants and walked out without saying a word.
After he left I just sat there in a whirlwind of shock not believing what had just happened. So many thoughts raced through my head. Why did I let him do that? Why did I seem to like it? Did anyone see? Should I just run out of here? Where did he go? Why did he just leave? Was I doing something wrong?
I found out soon enough because he was only gone about 2 minutes when he walked back in pulled out his now soft cock grabbed my head and shoved his cock back in my mouth. When he started fucking my mouth again is when I noticed another set of boots next to his. When I looked up I saw another tough looking guy leaning past the first one as he fucked my mouth. I thought oh shit not only are my lips wrapped around some strangers cock but someone else is watching. That s when I realized he had left to go get his friend who was probably in the theater.
I did however get to feel his cock grow to it s full length in my mouth again. I soon stopped caring what anybody thought of me because right now I was happy just being a cock sucking slut. I even reached up with one of my hands and started to lightly tickle his balls. I guess he really liked that because he let out a long low moan. He still kept a good hold on my head and worked into a steady rhythm of fucking my face without ever letting the tip of his cock past my lips.
I know I must have been lost in lust because when I felt his balls tighten up and his fucking rhythm get jerky I realized he was about to cum in my mouth and I had never even thought of that. Again I tried to pull away but he had too good of a hold on me as he thrust forward one more time grunted and started to cum. He held my head still and after the first two spurts splashed against my throat I just felt my whole mouth fill with his hot salty tasting cum.
After it seemed like he was finally finished cumming I tried to pull away so I could spit it out on the floor. He still wouldn t release his grip on me even when I put my hands on his thighs and tried to push away. He just held a firm grip and shoved his cock in further which caused some of his cum to leak out the corners of my mouth. It was obvious what he wanted so I swallowed a few times until the rest of his cum was gone and hoped he would leave.
He finally let go of me and backed up but instead of them leaving the other guy stepped up in front of me while stroking his cock. They told me to more money in the slot since the movie had ended sometime while the first guy was face fucking me. I did as I was told and started watching the movie while the guy jacked off next to me.
I looked away as long as I could but soon found my gaze was focused on his hand sliding back and forth on his cock. I could see the pre-cum leaking from the tip and I guess I involuntarily licked my lips. He reached out with his other hand and when he put it on the back of my head I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. He didn t have to make me suck his cock I was doing it willingly and trying to make it feel as good as I could. I bobbed up and down on his rod for a while until he took over and started to fuck my mouth like the other guy had.
He didn t last nearly as long and soon pulled out of my mouth furiously stroking his cock. When his body started to jerk he told me to open up. Again I did as I was told and also stuck out my tongue just as the cum started to fly. I m a bit of a shooter and so was he because even when he was several inches from me it hit me in the face and mouth with quite a bit of force. I closed my eyes but still I counted six spurts on my face before he put his cock back in my mouth for me to finish him off.
Wow I really liked seeing that in movies and here I was in a sex shop booth with cum all over my face. They both patted me on the shoulder as they walked out. I didn t have any paper towels with me so I used my shirt sleeve to wipe the cum off my face. The movie was still on so I jerked off and came so hard it flew right up on the screen.
When I left I was so paranoid it seemed like everyone I walked past looked at me like they knew exactly what I had done. Who knows some of them probably did.
It wasn t the only pub in the area but it was the only one he remembered. Not that he had been old enough to drink then of course. But he found it unsatisfactory filled with grumbling old men in flat caps playing dominoes. The music was muted as if to apologise for its existence  and maybe it should he thought when he realised that it was some dull and dreary choir singing in the background. He sat alone at a small dark table the painted black beams above him seemed to make him want to keep his head down. Eventually the claustrophobia got to him and he left the pub having had way too many brandies. But he had needed a strong drink after the day and it was easy to get drunk in a place like that. Maybe that was the point.
He had driven up here at the last minute. All the way from London. The letter he had received some days before. It had been from his aunt sounding gentle and weary as always informing him that his father had died peacefully in the night. Was it possible to die peacefully? Gavin suspected not. Like all things it was a matter of perspective. And his perspective had been simple. He didn t care.
For years there had been a cold silence between them and nothing anyone in the family did alleviated it. His father had thrown him out of the house as a teenager. He had been just nineteen. Ironically not because he had found out that his son was gay but because he had upset his mother. Gavin had laughed at his reasons bitterly and the old man (he had been an old man even then) had just dismissed him.
In time he and his mother had grown close again and when she left his father Gavin had supported her for a while. She had been a lot younger than his father had when they married and he supposed he understood her suddenly needing to get away in her forties. His father had gained his sympathy though at that time and he found himself wanting to see him to offer whatever comfort he could. But the old man had dismissed him again in a letter so cold and impersonal it had hurt. It was the last time he would allow his father to hurt him.
And that had turned out to be true. Gavin had decided with little time to spare that he should perhaps attend the funeral. There would never be forgiveness now but he hardened his heart against it as the service drew to a close. The relatives he hadn t seen in so many years filed past him outside the crematorium offering their condolences. He didn t remember half of them.
It had been a grey day from beginning to end. He had left London when it was still dark the glittering lights of the city were easily a rival for the stars above but they had both faded with the early morning light and the further north he drove the greyer the sky became. The clouds had gathered like spectators pressing down upon him and his car making him realise what the day was bound to be. Oppressive.
Now he felt warmer and he considered the offer of a bed at his aunt s house. He should take it he shouldn t drive now. But instead he found himself wandering the streets his feet somehow remembering the ups and downs of the hills the twists and turns in between the red bricked terraced houses. He walked past familiar things and newer buildings feeling the changes like insults. He supposed he was not alone in that. An old man passed him with an elderly dog and muttered a quiet good evening. Something about the old man embodied his feelings. Alone with his memories in what was really a new place. A different place. He almost wanted to ask the man if he remembered what it had been like ten years ago but stopped himself with a self-mocking smirk. The man probably remembered what it had been like sixty years ago.
He gave his fate to his feet walking past places he hadn t thought of for years. The entrance to the woods looked dark and forbidding but he wondered if youths still gathered there. Soon he found himself walking a steep hill. He passed a paper shop. The lights were still on and he called in for a packet of cigarettes giving in to the need for something to ease what was definitely not grief.
At the top of the hill was a church. One of the streetlights was out and he found himself gladdened for that. It wouldn t be right somehow to see the glaring orange light on the headstones in the small cemetery. He walked through the gate and among the stones. Suddenly he realised that there was a fence all around the church. He frowned. The grey steel spoilt it somehow. He wanted to see the church all of a sudden. The blackened stones that hadn t changed in all this time were somewhat comforting.
This had been his father s church. Gavin had sung in the choir until he was sixteen and then helped with the upkeep until eighteen. He had even been to Sunday school at the parish hall across the road. He smiled at that. But now it was shut. Why? He walked around until he came to a sign that was attached to the fence carelessly with plastic ties. The congregation had moved down into the small town it said and everyone was welcome to join them there. Gavin read further and found that the structure had become dangerous due to subsidence. He thought with a little smile that it was about right  the entire community was going downhill.
Then he noticed the flickering golden light coming through the gap in the door. It was very faint but it was obvious someone was in there. Probably the place had turned into a squat he thought with a shrug but something stopped him turning away made him want to investigate. It was so quiet. Silently he climbed over the useless fence and made his way to the door.
He saw nothing and so rather recklessly he let himself in. This could be a den of some kind and he wondered at his own foolishness. The city boy comes back to his hometown only to be mugged and beaten up by a couple of druggies. He looked around carefully in the light of the few candles that were lit. There was no sign of drug use. No foil littered the old stone floor. No needles or spoons could be seen between the pews that had once been used by the faithful and penitent. Despite his relief he began to wonder why.
It wasn t difficult to see what had happened to his home. A man would have to be blind not to see it. He had noticed the scrawled graffiti that covered spare pieces of wall the teenagers that seemed to roam in bigger gangs than when he was young. Some of them had seemed too thin in the daylight their clothes hanging off their skeletal bodies. He knew very well what it meant. That too seemed like an insult to this place. However much he bitterly hated it for what it was  a closed community with little tolerance  he couldn t deny that in a part of himself he would always think of this place as home.
Perhaps this building had more claim on him than most and he felt unnaturally glad that it had survived so far without being defaced or ruined. Not that he had any strong religious feelings. He didn t. When he had reached puberty and found out what his inclinations were he hadn t been able to reconcile God and himself and after a brief struggle he had won and let go of his faith. God didn t exist and if He did then there were plenty of things for Gavin to accuse Him of.
But despite his resentment towards God that didn t mean he hated this place. In fact Gavin quite liked churches. You didn t need a belief in God to appreciate architecture and the beauty of light shining on stained glass  whatever it represented. Churches tended to have a welcoming comforting quiet atmosphere as if the attitude of prayer and supplication had left their imprint on the stones. And sometimes if he was honest Gavin missed that.
There was another memory desperate to announce itself to him but before he could pay attention to it there was a noise behind him. Gavin whirled around at the sound of a man clearing his throat wondering if he would face a drug addict or a drunk. It was neither.
He stared for a moment before breaking into a broad grin. Paul! he exclaimed. The memory that had been due to surface was back now in all its glory. How many years had it been? He walked forward quickly to close the distance between them thinking that he would pull Paul into his arms but instead he surprised himself by shaking the other man s hand. It was appropriate. They weren t the foolish youths they had once been. The day he had made that quite clear. He smiled warmly.
Well… he began when Paul didn t speak the warmth in his eyes saying more than words could. How are you? He dimly realised through his returned sense of drunkenness that this was the last place he expected to bump into his old friend even if it was the most fitting. What are doing here?
Gavin Paul said softly and it seemed he had been waiting for years to hear his name spoken like that again. The memories couldn t be stopped now. For years they had been friends even as children. They attended the same school and the same church. They had both been in the choir here and as they got older and their bodies awoke they found something else together too. Gavin smiled secretly remembering their first fumbling kisses. And later how Paul had been mortified to have Gavin steal touches and kisses from him in the darkened quiet shadows of this very place. Something about his panic had been so appealing and yet his whispered protests meant he wasn t really protesting at all…
Paul smiled a little nervously still managing to blush after all this time. Do you remember… he began and then let his words drift into silence as their eyes met. For a moment it was the same as it had been all those years ago. Gavin didn t know how he came to be embracing his old friend when barely a word had been spoken but it seemed so right. And he claimed a kiss in the same way as he had all those years ago holding Paul s hands behind his back  only this time Paul didn t fight him at all.
When he drew back he laughed a little. Paul s eyes were closed and he leaned in again to place a small kiss on his neck. Yes he whispered in answer feeling Paul tremble a little.
It had been so wonderful! Forbidden and dangerous. What would happen if they were caught? But he hadn t been able to stop. Although they had never consummated their relationship back then they had come pretty damn close to it. He remembered more than kisses now. The period of time after they were both too old for the choir but not old enough to be legal hiding in the little rooms off the main church to tease each other silly with lips and tongue. He smiled with real pleasure remembering the first love bite he had given Paul just before they were due to take their place with the congregation and Paul s terror and panic as he tried to cover it up with his collar.
That last summer. He had planned to do what they had both wanted for so long. They had arranged to meet here at night to give themselves to each other in sight of the God who didn t believe in them. But Gavin had never showed for that meeting. His father and mother had found out earlier that week and by the time the meeting should have taken place Gavin was on the streets of London alone.
Goodbye would have been such a painful thing and he hadn t wanted to face it. Besides which his anger at his father had made him leave before he could stop to think. And by the time he did it was too late to go back.
Now was a different time and place he reminded himself regretfully but then he was made aware of it. Paul began pushing him back so that he stumbled a little before finding himself pressed against the smooth wood of the lectern. I waited for you! he accused with a raised eyebrow. Gavin could think of nothing to say shocked at the sudden turn in events. How could he explain? But then it didn t matter because Paul was kissing him  and it was different.
This wasn t at all like memory this almost violent urgency and hardness. The roughness of stubble grazed against his skin and the warmth and scent surrounded him. The kiss wasn t soft or yielding  it was a punishment and Gavin found himself submitting to it. He didn t fight when Paul invaded his mouth with his insistent tongue and he didn t say a word when it was over. He had nothing to say.
I waited Paul reminded him again in that familiar deep warm voice. They looked at each other staring intensely. Gavin shook his head.
I m sorry he said at last meaning it with everything he had. They should have left together and instead he had run away alone. But he had been young and angry. Truly he had thought he would be back  but the days and weeks had passed. He had found himself a job and a place to live. By the time he had been away a few months he had known he would never willingly go back. I m sorry he said again as if it would make ten years vanish and give them back what they had. And maybe it did because Paul smiled at him.
You re here now he said with a suggestive smile and Gavin couldn t help but answer it. They looked at each other long and assessing. Paul hadn t changed so much. Of course there was something older in his eyes something indefinable but otherwise he was more or less exactly the same. Paul had hardly aged a day. He felt the old desire beginning to burn in him and he remembered their plan. It still seemed like a good idea and from the amused expression he knew that Paul felt the same way.
Lovers had come and gone in his life. There had been a couple of serious ones. Currently he was involved with Christian but their relationship had been stormy lately and Gavin found that the idea of unfaithfulness wasn t unappealing. They removed each other s clothes as if unwrapping a long awaited present. Everything was perfect. From the sound of skin when he ran his palms over Paul s exposed chest and stomach to the feel of Paul s teeth when he bit Gavin s neck. Paul laughed lowly at the moan Gavin gave to that and continued until it actually hurt.
Maybe it was revenge. Gavin liked that idea and found himself grinning when it became obvious that Paul would take him. He thanked his lucky stars that he had the presence of mind to always carry something when he searched through his pockets for a condom. They even turned that into a game and Gavin found himself smiling up at Paul in complete trust even when the younger man used a piece of cloth to bind his hands. Revenge then. Gavin found he didn t mind a bit…
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Gavin awoke cramped and uncomfortable on one of the pews in front of the lectern. He jumped up wondering where he was then it all came back. He smiled. Where was Paul? He looked around and was slightly nonplussed when he found the church empty. Not only was Paul not here… but there was no sign of him having been here. Gavin groaned when he realised the pounding in his head was not going to lessen and when he walked out of the church into strong sunlight he almost ducked back into the comfortable semi-darkness.
Fishing out the packet of cigarettes he had bought the night before he lit one and inhaled deeply feeling the smoke curling in his lungs. Nicotine was a dangerous lover but like a lover addictive and pleasurable. Feeling better Gavin began walking reliving the night before in his mind and wondering why Paul had left without waking him. The last he remembered they had been snuggled together on the floor sharing the warmth of their bodies. How had he ended up on one of the pews?
Shrugging he let his feet remember the way once more and found himself following a familiar route. Paul s parents would know where he could be found now because he wouldn t have just this and nothing else. It had been something new and now Gavin only wanted more.
He stopped abruptly when he reached the house staring in surprise. Where their house had been there was now nothing. Just an overgrown piece of land and a peeling sign from the council that said No Trespassing. He looked up and down the street in confusion and wondered what to do next. He wasn t leaving here without seeing him again. An old man was walking his dog down the street. Perhaps it was the same old man who wished him ‘good evening the night before. Gavin came to a decision and approached him.
Excuse me he said in a hangover-roughened voice wincing. He sounded like a drunk. The man looked up just as he was trying to finger comb his hair into some kind of order suddenly realising that he must look a little the worse for wear. Can you tell me what happened here? He gestured to the place where Paul s house had stood vaguely. An old friend used to live here he continued by way of explanation as if it might jog the man s memory.
Well he would be an old friend if he used to live there the man said slowly and looked at the patch of land. There hasn t been a house standing there for around ten years he said and looked back at Gavin. He removed the flat cap and scratched his head while the dog sniffed interestedly at Gavin s shoes. Are you sure you have the right place? Gavin nodded speechlessly his mouth having gone dry and yet he had no idea why. Perhaps it was something in the man s tone. He waited for the explanation.
Well the old man heaved in a breath. From what I remember there was a fire one night and that house burnt to the ground. Never touched its neighbours just that one house. It had the fire fighters completely stumped. They never found out how it was started.
They didn t? Gavin asked wanting to ask something completely different like where the hell was Paul now? He began to feel impatient and yet he allowed the man to take his time. He would get to the truth eventually.
No although they thought it might be deliberate what with it being confined to that one house. Thing is no one knew why anyone would have done it. There were no survivors. Three bodies they pulled out and not an enemy among them from what I heard. Gavin felt his heart beating faster suddenly and he had to light another cigarette. No survivors. He shook his head in denial.
But there was a man  I mean a boy  living there… what happened to him? He didn t understand this at all. Paul hadn t any brothers or sisters. He had been an only child. Another thing they d had in common. He looked at the old man. His eyes were wrinkled and heavy almost incapable of expression yet he saw pity in them.
I m sorry lad he said slowly shaking his head. There were no survivors. This boy you re on about… Paul wasn t it? Gavin nodded lifelessly remembering last night and not understanding even now what it meant. Aren t you Brian s lad? the man asked suddenly and Gavin nodded again. Oh I m right sorry about your father. Right sorry. It s been some time though. I m surprised your Dad never told you. Used to be thick as thieves didn t you?
Gavin nodded again dumbly. He was certain he knew the man from somewhere now but he didn t have it in him to pursue it. He needed some time to think about this. It didn t make any sense. Thanks he muttered and then turned quickly and walked away. When he reached his car he slid into the driver s seat and started the engine. He sat for a while massaging his neck. It was then that he felt it and he remembered how it had felt when Paul bit his neck.
Almost angrily he turned off the engine and left the car again to walk swiftly up the steep hill to the church. He didn t hang around but just climbed the fence and walked straight in. Now he saw things he hadn t noticed the night before. And more importantly things he hadn t noticed earlier this morning. There was the usual rubbish on the floor. Not only foil and needles but also beer cans and bottles. The place was a complete mess. He stalked around and noticed that there were no candles. Had his mind been playing tricks on him? He imagined himself in his drunken state stumbling around in the dark seeing things that weren t there.
No. It had happened. He fingered his neck again. He couldn t have bit himself there. He also couldn t mistake the feeling of the sex. It was still there now. He might have been without sex for a while Christian having lost his appeal but one didn t imagine things like that. Slowly he went into a small room off the main body of the church and found a stub of a candle in the drawer where they had been kept. He carried it out to the altar and lit it reverently shocked at the depth of feeling he had for what had happened. He wasn t scared by it at all. He was a little regretful a little saddened. But not scared.
Thank you for waiting he whispered quietly as he lit the candle with his lighter and maybe there was an answering breath of wind in the church suddenly making the flame flicker briefly before it came to life burning strong and bright in the dust and silence. He left the candle burning and then left the church casting a defiant glance at the woman who stared at him when he was leaving. He wouldn t be back. But a part of him would always be here. He had missed something perfect. But he had known it for a night. Maybe it was enough to live with. He should call Christian when he got back. What they had must be worth saving.