Completeness.
To be honest, I had way too much to drink when I had stumbled into the Adult Book Store. A rare occassion, I found myself alone and in a new town. I was in a state, a deep craving, always so curious, always so horny for cock. I had always denied it. Yet, now I found myself inside and searching, I thought just for a video booth. I felt desperate to see sexy cocks cumming in wet and eager mouths. As drunk as I was, my cock still stirred at the thought. I just wanted to give in to the fantasy and stroke myself off. In the back of my mind, however, I desired to find cock, maybe to find a guy to use my mouth.
In the dark, dimmly lit room, I could see booths and I could see people, other men, milling about. I think I heard his voice first, quiet and low, before I saw him. I'm not even sure what he said, but I thought he was motioning me to a booth, inviting me inside. My pulse quickened, could this be it? In that moment ,a moment of lust, of need, I staggered over. I just felt so desperate for dick, like it was the only thing I could think of. It seemed like this was happening more and more. Do you ever get like this, like it's all you can think of? Like, you would do anything to feel cock on your lips? It feel it's warmth and to sense it's need and urgency, swelling getting so hard, so ready to explode.
I could tell he was short and heavy set as I sat down in the booth. Maybe I fell down, maybe he sat me down. The craving took over and I began to paw at and undo his pants. Forget where I was or who he might be, I was ready to give in. Oh, the sight of him, seeing him swing side to side, heavy, hanging, thick and girthy. The sight took my breath away. So many times I had watched an Italian porn star named Roberto Malone and marveled at his cock. So many times, horny and alone, I wished I could be the one getting to suck his magnificent dick and to take his powerful, luscious cumshot. In the dark, in that booth, he could of been Roberto. Any inhabitions melted away.I drank in his vein covered, fat dick with my eyes. It made my lust build to a fever pitch and I pressed my lips to it and felt it swell. I moaned out loud without thinking. So much desire, so much fantasy and lust, now happening. Now, being explored. Kissing, mouthing his girthy, hanging dick was everything I imagined and more. Was it the booze of was it euphoria? My head was spinning and every nerve felt on edge.
So desperate, so turned on, I took this stranger's dick between my outstretched lips and felt his tip press against the back of my throat. My eyes rolled back, it felt like ecstasy. The taste, the sensation, I clawed at his pants, pushing them down further. Reaching for his balls, I was struck by their size. Holding them, cupping them, they drew my mouth like a magnet. Fucking huge, how could I not lick and suck them? Musky, salty, they made my cock feel wet, like I had just had an orgasm.
I didn't notice, but he had left the booth door open, or maybe there was no door, and my moans had made a group gather. All I knew at the time was his cock, it was the only thing that mattered and to pleasure it. I put my mouth back on it, desperate to plesse it, to make it spurt and ooze it's thick, white load. Oh, how much I realized I wanted it's cum! How much I wanted to feel it rush into my mouth, maybe even down my throat. Yes, fed me your load! I just wanting that dick, all of it! I pushed down on it. Let me feel it in my throat, I thought. Fuck, he was so hard now, even thicker, even longer. My eyes watered when I felt him push past the back of my throat. Why was that so amazing? Why did it make me feel so complete? I sucked him, making loud, lewd sounds. Softly, I muttered, "I want your cum," and "Give me your cum."
I remember so clearly, a moment of such clarity, when he began to tense up, knowing that the moment was close. I held his hips, his thighs, his ass, not wanting him to pull away. My lips felt strained, so stretched wide for his girth, then the rush of his semen. Immediately, I felt a feeling, a tingle, come over me, as his flavor coated my mouth and tongue. Taking over my senses, making my head spin, my hunger uncontrolled, I greedily sucked and swallowed his cum. In that instant, it was all I wanted. Gosh, I felt so euphoric and drunk, but I don't think it was the booze anymore. I realized I was kissing his cock now, pressing my lips to it's tip. Grateful, I guess, grateful for the experience, gratful to take it's cum. There, in the booth, I guess I was making love to his dick. Unconsciously showing my affection and appreciation. It all felt so amazing.
When he stepped away, I felt such loss, but also a deep sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. It was then that I noticed the group around the booth and another man standing in front of me. The was and energy now, an air of sexual need, I could hear and sense their encouragment. I knew the man's need, somehow, I felt it was my place now. I wanted it to be my place. The man took out his cock, already hard and ready. Fuck. cock is so exciting! I sucked him, I moaned for him, loving the taste and full, wonderful, feeling in my mouth. Quickly he shook and released his load. I marveled at how quickly I had made his cum. By instinct now, I swallowed his cum and felt it slide down my eager, cock starved, throat.
He had barely pulled up his pants when another pushed past him, eager to get sucked off, ************, thinner, I took his ass in my hands and pulled him to me, pushing his tip down my throat. Why does that feel so incredible? Why is sucking cock just so incredible? "Yes, yes," he said, bucking his hips, fucking my mouth. He made me gag and as I caught my breath, he slapped my face with his hard dick. He wanted to use me, I guess I wanted to be used, too. Dirty, kinky, gay sex, right there in the open. Guys were quietly cheering us on. He put his hand on the top of my head and held it there as he stroked himself. I think he was, we were, putting on a show, now. I exhaled and let out an "Ahh" sound when I felt his load splash on my face and lips. I know it might sound strange, but it gave me the most wonderful and complete feeling.
I guess it was a feeling, an experience, that I had always been craving.
How could I go back to denying myself those feelings now that I knew how incredible they could be? Being with men, cock, was just so amazing, satisfying. Cum seemed to have a power, an addicting power, and I craved it now. So easily, I met a guy and made love to him. Easily, wonderfully, getting nude and exploring each other's bodies. Kissing, touching, licking, sucking, feeling his body, feeling his cock inside me. Shaking, quaking, together and completely.
In the dark, dimmly lit room, I could see booths and I could see people, other men, milling about. I think I heard his voice first, quiet and low, before I saw him. I'm not even sure what he said, but I thought he was motioning me to a booth, inviting me inside. My pulse quickened, could this be it? In that moment ,a moment of lust, of need, I staggered over. I just felt so desperate for dick, like it was the only thing I could think of. It seemed like this was happening more and more. Do you ever get like this, like it's all you can think of? Like, you would do anything to feel cock on your lips? It feel it's warmth and to sense it's need and urgency, swelling getting so hard, so ready to explode.
I could tell he was short and heavy set as I sat down in the booth. Maybe I fell down, maybe he sat me down. The craving took over and I began to paw at and undo his pants. Forget where I was or who he might be, I was ready to give in. Oh, the sight of him, seeing him swing side to side, heavy, hanging, thick and girthy. The sight took my breath away. So many times I had watched an Italian porn star named Roberto Malone and marveled at his cock. So many times, horny and alone, I wished I could be the one getting to suck his magnificent dick and to take his powerful, luscious cumshot. In the dark, in that booth, he could of been Roberto. Any inhabitions melted away.I drank in his vein covered, fat dick with my eyes. It made my lust build to a fever pitch and I pressed my lips to it and felt it swell. I moaned out loud without thinking. So much desire, so much fantasy and lust, now happening. Now, being explored. Kissing, mouthing his girthy, hanging dick was everything I imagined and more. Was it the booze of was it euphoria? My head was spinning and every nerve felt on edge.
So desperate, so turned on, I took this stranger's dick between my outstretched lips and felt his tip press against the back of my throat. My eyes rolled back, it felt like ecstasy. The taste, the sensation, I clawed at his pants, pushing them down further. Reaching for his balls, I was struck by their size. Holding them, cupping them, they drew my mouth like a magnet. Fucking huge, how could I not lick and suck them? Musky, salty, they made my cock feel wet, like I had just had an orgasm.
I didn't notice, but he had left the booth door open, or maybe there was no door, and my moans had made a group gather. All I knew at the time was his cock, it was the only thing that mattered and to pleasure it. I put my mouth back on it, desperate to plesse it, to make it spurt and ooze it's thick, white load. Oh, how much I realized I wanted it's cum! How much I wanted to feel it rush into my mouth, maybe even down my throat. Yes, fed me your load! I just wanting that dick, all of it! I pushed down on it. Let me feel it in my throat, I thought. Fuck, he was so hard now, even thicker, even longer. My eyes watered when I felt him push past the back of my throat. Why was that so amazing? Why did it make me feel so complete? I sucked him, making loud, lewd sounds. Softly, I muttered, "I want your cum," and "Give me your cum."
I remember so clearly, a moment of such clarity, when he began to tense up, knowing that the moment was close. I held his hips, his thighs, his ass, not wanting him to pull away. My lips felt strained, so stretched wide for his girth, then the rush of his semen. Immediately, I felt a feeling, a tingle, come over me, as his flavor coated my mouth and tongue. Taking over my senses, making my head spin, my hunger uncontrolled, I greedily sucked and swallowed his cum. In that instant, it was all I wanted. Gosh, I felt so euphoric and drunk, but I don't think it was the booze anymore. I realized I was kissing his cock now, pressing my lips to it's tip. Grateful, I guess, grateful for the experience, gratful to take it's cum. There, in the booth, I guess I was making love to his dick. Unconsciously showing my affection and appreciation. It all felt so amazing.
When he stepped away, I felt such loss, but also a deep sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. It was then that I noticed the group around the booth and another man standing in front of me. The was and energy now, an air of sexual need, I could hear and sense their encouragment. I knew the man's need, somehow, I felt it was my place now. I wanted it to be my place. The man took out his cock, already hard and ready. Fuck. cock is so exciting! I sucked him, I moaned for him, loving the taste and full, wonderful, feeling in my mouth. Quickly he shook and released his load. I marveled at how quickly I had made his cum. By instinct now, I swallowed his cum and felt it slide down my eager, cock starved, throat.
He had barely pulled up his pants when another pushed past him, eager to get sucked off, ************, thinner, I took his ass in my hands and pulled him to me, pushing his tip down my throat. Why does that feel so incredible? Why is sucking cock just so incredible? "Yes, yes," he said, bucking his hips, fucking my mouth. He made me gag and as I caught my breath, he slapped my face with his hard dick. He wanted to use me, I guess I wanted to be used, too. Dirty, kinky, gay sex, right there in the open. Guys were quietly cheering us on. He put his hand on the top of my head and held it there as he stroked himself. I think he was, we were, putting on a show, now. I exhaled and let out an "Ahh" sound when I felt his load splash on my face and lips. I know it might sound strange, but it gave me the most wonderful and complete feeling.
I guess it was a feeling, an experience, that I had always been craving.
How could I go back to denying myself those feelings now that I knew how incredible they could be? Being with men, cock, was just so amazing, satisfying. Cum seemed to have a power, an addicting power, and I craved it now. So easily, I met a guy and made love to him. Easily, wonderfully, getting nude and exploring each other's bodies. Kissing, touching, licking, sucking, feeling his body, feeling his cock inside me. Shaking, quaking, together and completely.
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