Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2001 11:21:00 -0800 (PST)
From: S Tom <tom5064@yahoo.com>
Subject: Porno Booths, Teachers and Italian Sausage

This story is fictional, but based on actual events.
This story is intended for mature readers over the age
of 18. The author claims no liability for underage
readers.

	As I drove down the freeway in the pouring rain, the
butterflies in my stomach began shaking my nerve. I
couldn't understand why I was so nervous, I had been
18 nearly a year now and it was regular habit to visit
the adult bookstores. My fascination with glory holes
and movie booths began during my early years in high
school. I had scene these stories driving through town
but being that I wasn't old enough to visit them, I
placed my desires far away in the back of my head. A
few weeks prior to my 18th birthday a bunch of my
friends were perusing the downtown area and came
across an adult bookstore. We were all fairly dressed
up and most of us has avoided shaving during the long
Christmas break, so the clerk did not ask for
identification as we casually strolled in. My friends
began scanning the racks with amazement. I made my way
to the doorway of the dark cave like private movie
booths. As I stood there, I saw a group of men
wandering aimlessly through the halls, for what I now
know as free action! Several of them motioned for me
to follow them and others just winked. I was in awe
and shock! I wanted to go to them and relive them all
of there juicy fat loads, but my friends pulled me
away. That night I laid awake fantasizing about those
booths, while jerking off. 
Several days after my 18th birthday I made a point to
venture into the dark caverns of the private booths.
My journey was fraught with anxiety and fear! In the
end it was fruitless and discouraging. However I was
certain that something special lied waiting in those
booths for me. I returned to the booths in a different
part of town with a much darker back area. Hidden in
the shadows were dozens of hard cocks, waiting to be
sucked. My first experience was with a well-built
older man, whose cock was unclean and he was rough and
disgusting. Nonetheless I returned to the booths, and
became wiser with each experience and more selective.
The sudden explosion of rain brought me back from my
thoughts. As the rain poured endlessly over the
freeway, I decided to get off the freeway and wait out
the rain. As I pulled off and drove a few blocks, I
remembered seeing an adult bookstore in this area that
had not frequented. I pulled my vehicle into a space
not to far from the store to avoid getting soaked. I
opened the driver's side door and my feet hit the
pavement. I made a mad dash towards the front entrance
avoiding the large puddles in the way. Pushing my way
through the door, the bells jingled alerting the
cashier to card me as usual. Shaking the enormous
amounts of water off myself, I made my way to the
counter, slipping my wallet out along the way. I
slapped my id down on the counter while the high
school reject behind the counter tried to do the math.
While the clerk was checking, I surveyed the store,
focusing in on the black sex caves off to my right.
Part of my ritual is peruse the products in the store
before heading back, but as I turned to walk to the
magazine rack, I noticed a guy that had graduated from
my high school the year before me. He was there with
his girlfriend and some other people and decided that
I would look pathetic here by myself. So I grabbed my
wallet and ducked back in to the private movie booths.

As my eyes adjusted to the low lighting, I noticed the
complete and udder absence of cock in the room. All of
the booths were empty and not a single person was
loitering in the back as was to be expected at most
places. I figured people would soon join me, so I
would look at the movie titles. I made my way to the
wall, were the store informed you what movies could be
found on what channels with what kind of action. It
didn't matter anyway, usually the movie boxes did not
reflect the low budget quality of the film anyway, so
you end up surfing the channels. A couple marines
entered the store, passing the cave and heading to the
products. Bored with the lack of action, I found a
nice booth and went inside. I retrieved a dollar bill
from my pocket and inserted into the machine. I surfed
a few movies until I came to one about the gay
military. It was rather interesting to say the least.
The two men fucking were surrounded by marines who
were jerking off, while the tried to suicide a new
recruit. The guy getting fucked kept, feeling the
recruit's penis through his pants, urging him to drop
his pants and join in. Just as I was getting into
this, the door cracked open and one of those marines I
had seen earlier entered. He unbuttoned quickly and
whipped out his semi hard cock, shoving it towards my
face violently. I knew he was going to be a basted so
I decided not to suck his cock. He jerked off in
silence, spent his load quickly, made a rude comment
and left. 
He had been gone fifteen seconds when the door handle
jiggled. It opened ever so slightly as one eye picked
through. He stood silently for a moment, watching me.
He seem intrigued with my penis so I gave him a show,
jerking off slowly. He seemed interested, but before
he could enter, he looked both ways, hoping not to
gather attention, the door widened as this balding
middle aged New York Italian entered. As I looked up I
realized that the man standing in the entryway was my
sophomore math teacher! I turned awkwardly at first,
trying to hide my penis from the man that had taught
me algebra! I was terrified, not because it was weird,
but because he could use this against me! Oh I
guarantee you my hormones were ragging. Ever since
sophomore year I had fantasized about sucking his
thick Italian sausage! Rumors floated around that he
was gay and I believed them, only because for a math
teacher he was pretty flamboyant. That's probably why
I had wanted a meat injection from his cock so badly,
because it was within the realm of possibility. I had
spent many times with my gay lover of my sophomore
year swapping fantasies with male teachers we would
like to tag team. After my sophomore year Sebastian
was kicked out of my high school and I stopped
thinking about fucking my teachers, well at least
literally fucking them with my cock. But now all those
thought, lost desires and spent loads over this hairy
Italian guy came rushing back.
I felt one of his strong hands reach around my body
and inch towards my quivering manhood. His other hand
reached forward and began massaging my ass. I wasn't
sure if he even knew he I was at this point, but my
pleasure was overruling my sense of logic and reason.
His large hands, pried at my pants and boxers, pulling
them down to my ankles in one swift movement. I had
brief moment of clarity and I turned to speak to my
assailant. 
"Mr..." I began to say before his finger silenced my
tender lips

"Just shut up, Timmy, just shut up!" He said as his
hands grabbed both sides of my face and pulled me into
a long lustful kiss. Our lips met, both dry and rough.
His tongue meet mine as they danced with desire, his
rough stubble cutting at my face. His arms pulled me
into his body and ran seductively up and down my back.
My hands fell to his taught ass and pulled his bulging
crotch closer to my own naked raging hard on! Suddenly
he pulled away from the kiss and whispered in ear
"This isn't the place, come back to my apartment, I
want this to last a longtime." He backed away and
reached for the door. He winked as he opened the door
and exited quickly. I stood there as my cock spouted
my first load of the evening. I have never had an
orgasm as strange as this.
I quickly cleaned myself up, using the towel dispenser
in the booth. I pulled up my rain soaked jeans and ran
out of the booth as quickly as possible. As I passed
the front of the store, I looked around for my math
teacher, but he was nowhere to be found. I figured he
was waiting outside the store for me. I raced into the
poor raining scanning up and down the boulevard
searching for him in the dark night. He was not
anywhere I could see and I figured he blew me off
because he was nervous about our connection. Just as I
began to get in my car, a dark green Dai Woo drove by
and stopped beside me. I looked at the car
apprehensively. The passenger door opened and there he
was patting the warm sit beside him. It was no or
never so I almost literally dove into the car and
slammed the door behind me. 
	The way I had landed my head was in his crotch and I
was draped over the front seat. I started to sit up,
when his hand came down swiftly, unzipping his fly.
His hand reached into the depths of his pants,
returning with my prize: an Italian sausage! I turned
my head sideways and could see a big grin on his face
as we drove, to who knows where, with me inches from
his fat cock! I returned my head to my Italian feast
and my lips to his mushroom head. I lightly kissed his
head, then stuck my tongue out and started licking it
like a lollypop. A drop of pre-cum developed on his
head and I licked it off, pausing to appreciate the
taste.  That was enough to get my taste buds going and
with that I started really working my mouth over his
cock. My head bobbed up and down furiously, as my hand
found its way to big hairy balls. I could hear him
moaning loudly above me as one of his hands fell to my
head forcing me further down his shaft. My own cock
was bursting at the seams of my pants. His balls
pulled up close to his body and he started breathing
quicker as I prepared for launch from his cock rocket.
5...4...3...2...1 we have a load! His hand shoved my head all
the way the base as he dick erupted several times into
the back of my thought as I raced to keep up. His
moaning began subsiding and his hand released it grip
on my head and began stroking my hair as he softly
hummed some Italian love song. Meanwhile his massive
cock began to go limp in my mouth and I let it slip
back into the netherworlds of his pants. I zipped it
up and laid my head in his crotch, the rest of the
short trip to his apartment. We pulled off the main
street and into a parking structure. The car rounded a
corner and slipped into a spot. 
" Come on pal, walk up now comes the real stuff." He
said as he opened his car door. I sat upright quickly,
and opened the door, jumping out into the pouring
rain. My teacher was already running across the
parking lot and up a flight of stairs before I could
get to my feet. I raced as quickly as possible, flying
up the stairs. I ran smack into, on purpose, driving
my hard cock into his tight ass. He was fumbling with
the keys and his one hand reached back pulling my
closer. I imitated a humping movement and he sighed
and moaned in desperation and lust. He thrust the key
into the lock and threw the door open. Once inside he
threw down his coat, and ushered me. Once inside and
the door was closed, he slammed me into a wall his
lips pressed squarely against mine. His hands rubbed
my hard cock roughly through my pants.
 " Lets get those wet clothes off shall we?" he asked
as he began throwing off his clothes madly. Before I
could even get mine started he was down to his briefs,
and turned me to me stripping me down passionately.
Before I knew it I was naked and his lips were pressed
to mine again as our tongues danced. He started doing
one of those things where you walk and kiss at the
same time, until he lead me all the way back to his
bedroom. Suddenly he threw me to the bed and removed
his briefs. His large Italian sausage came rolling
out. It was much bigger than it had appeared in the
car, it was probably a good 7-8 inches.
"Stay right their stud. You want a beer? I am having
one. There is jar of KY and a bunch of condemns in the
drawer to your right. Pick out one for my cock and get
a ribbed for my pleasure to roll on yours." He said
moving to a small min fridge stocked with beer, next
to his entertainment center. For a teacher he was sure
doing well. The room was very nice and screamed
Italian, New Yorker and Gay all in the same statement!
He threw me a beer, while he snapped his own. I popped
the beer can open and slammed back as much of the can
as possible. I stopped and placed the can on the
stand. I turned to my math teacher and motioned for
him to join me on the bed. He sauntered over and he
lowered himself on top of me, our lips meeting yet
again. His cock pressed eagerly against my thighs. We
kissed for an instant and then I stopped him.
"I need it in me now!" I breathed lustfully
"Are you sure?" he asked politely
"Yes dammit, roll a rubber on, finger my ass with the
KY, lube yourself up and get it in there!" I
stammered. With that he raced for the KY and spread it
over his finger and a spot on my ass. I raised my legs
and leaned back giving him better access to my ass.
His one finger was racing in and out but it wasn't
enough.  My ass wasn't ready but I needed his cock
already. He raced to open the condemn, a ribbed for my
ass pleasure. He quickly slide the magic hat over his
large Italian sausage and quickly coated it in KY. He
dropped to his knees and I lower my legs to rest on
his shoulders. He took one hand and guided his cock to
my backdoor. Slowly he placed the head of his dick on
my puckered whole. He slide his hard cock, into my
anus, being careful, kind and slow. He slide his cock
all the way up to the hilt and then pulled out ever so
slow. Then faster this time he came back. Then faster
and faster, until he hit a nice steady rhythm. I was
moaning so loudly and nearly screaming with pleasure.
My hands tore at the sheets, clinging for traction.
Sweat ran off his body and mine and soaked into the
comforter. By now he was grunting extensively matching
my moans. His hand found its way to my eager cock and
stroked madly. His balls slapped loudly against my ass
and mixed with the squishy noise of the KY jelly in my
ass. His cock reached further up my ass than any cock
had before. The pleasure was intense and I was coming
close to cumming. I could feel his cock swelling as we
looked into each other's eyes, preparing for the
explosion. He was fucking me like crazy now, his body
slapping wildly against mine. His balls tighten and he
thrust as hard and far into my ass as possible,
pausing and moaning so loud. An instant later, I
flexed my sphincter around his cock, milking his cum
as my own stroking cock erupted with floods of jizz.
It flew all over our sweaty bodies as both of us
moaned together. It was all too much for me and I
started going black.
I remember waking the next day, nestled in the naked
arms of my math teacher, his hard cock, peeking
between my own legs. His hairy body pressed firmly
against my own. Memories of the previous night floated
across my mind. I could hear my teacher waking in the
behind me, already fucking between my thighs, and I
knew the pleasure had only just begun!

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