Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2006 15:32:26 -0500 From: Phil Barton Subject: Giving in to the Urge - Part 2 The following true story is appropriate reading material for open-minded legal-age adults. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did living it. ***** I was in New York City on business, never having been there before. It just so happened that I was staying in a hotel not too far from the infamous 42nd Street. Being alone on this trip, I'd been planning on exploring that part of the city for weeks. Married for several years, I was in the throes of sexual-adventure-starvation. I thought I was ready for anything. But I wasn't. I wasn't ready for all the sights and sounds and people. It was all too much. There were too many video arcades and strip joints and sex shops and hustlers on the street yelling for me and my money to come in and see their show and enjoy their service. I admit I was overwhelmed by it all. I walked for a while, dodging the hustlers and avoiding eye contact as best I could. I got up enough nerve to enter a couple of bookstores but was unnerved by being approached by several shady-looking men. I couldn't believe how brazen they were. I was from the midwest and had never been propositioned by a man. I was horny, but I didn't think I could get THAT horny. My enthusiasm for my 42nd street adventure was waning. I walked back toward my hotel room slowly, thinking about how I'd set my expectations for real action way too high. I sighed as I looked up and saw the bright lights of an adult video arcade sign. I decided that this would be my last stop - maybe they'd have a magazine I'd take back to the room with me. I entered the shop and wandered the movie and magazine aisles until I noticed the back room. As I walked that way, I could see the row of booths. I thought "This will be better than a magazine - I'll just watch some porno and jack off". I entered the booth on the end, fastened the door, and turned to feed my dollar into the video machine. The video had just begun when I heard a knock at the door. I unlatched it and said "Yeah?". There as a middle-aged man standing there dressed in a Yankees jacket. "Let me in", he said. It didn't occur to me to refuse, so I stepped back and let him enter. He re-latched the door and glanced at the video screen. "Is that what you like?" He pointed at the screen. I followed his gaze to see two attractive guys engaged in a vigorous 69. "Uhhh...I just put the money in and that's what came on", I stammered. "Sure, I bet. You look like the type who likes cock. Well, how do you like this one?" I looked down as the man reached into his zipper and fished out his cock. To call it a horsecock would be barely exaggerating. It looked as wide as an extra leg and hung almost to his knee. I was awestruck - I never knew anything that big was possible. He gestured it to me and I approached cautiously, afraid yet fascinated. He let me hold it and play with it. I squeezed and stroked it, then reached in his pants. I was suddenly curious about the size of his nuts. Although I couldn't see them, my hand confirmed that they were equally colossal. My mind was racing with conflicting thoughts and desires, and I had just begun to wonder about getting that big cockhead in my mouth when he slapped my hands away. It seems he had other ideas and fantasies to explore. He turned me around and pulled down my pants. I was now leaning against the wall - leaned over with my head resting on my crossed arms. He rubbed and played with my ass - I could hear his breath coming in shorter intervals as his excitement built. My mind was so jumbled, I didn't even think to protest what was happening. Then I felt my cheeks being spread and hot breath and a wet tongue against my ass - the first time ever. After my initial shock, I surprised myself by arching my back and pushing against his face - giving him as much access as was humanly possible. I realized he was stroking his big monster, and for a split second I was alarmed that he had intentions of trying to make that thing fit where it didn't have a chance in hell. But no, I guess that impossibility was obvious to him, as well. He stood up and began telling me how much he admired my ass, while he squeezed and rubbed. "You've got a nice ass. I'll bet all your boyfriends love your ass, don't they? How many have you let fuck this pretty ass?" "None", I said. "You're telling me that no one has fucked you?" He sounded incredulous. "No, never", I replied, moving my hips against his exploring fingers. "Well, I've got news for you then. The way you are moving your ass means you don't have an asshole, you have a pussy!" With that remark, he used his fingers to tickle my asshole while I considered his observation. I was still wet from his previous efforts at ass-licking, and he took advantage of that situation to insert a finger. I couldn't suppress a slight moan as he worked the finger in and out slowly, torturously. "See, what did I tell you? You love having your pussy licked and finger-fucked, don't you?" "Yes", I said meekly. One of his hands kept rubbing me - exploring every crevice - while the other was concentrated on jerking his cock. Just as I was wondering what was going to happen next, he began to groan. I felt him squeeze my left ass cheek very hard and spread it as he grunted loudly. I felt the first spray of his hot cum on my lower back, then across my ass, and then I felt the head of his cock being pushed between my cheeks. There, he continued to stroke as the spasms continued. I now felt each gush of warm liquid slide down my crack and across my asshole. Because of the way I was leaning against the wall and arching my back, his cum began to run down and coat my ballsack, increasing my own arousal. I began moaning myself as he stopped stroking, using both hands to spread my cheeks and humping his dragon against me. Against my ass and balls, I could feel that his cock was pointed down, and he slowed into a circular grinding motion, coming to the end of his powerful orgasm. He used my ass to wipe off every drop of cum from his big hog, and as I turned around, I was disappointed to see him putting it away and zipping up his pants. Now that our session was ending, I quickly pulled up my underwear and pants, suddenly hit with an intense wave of guilt. I realized I hadn't taken the time to clean myself up at all. "You need to get some of your friends to loosen up that pussy for you, then come back here and let a real man fuck it", he said as he unlatched the door to the booth. With that, he was gone. I waited a few seconds and then left the booth, making a beeline for the arcarde exit. As I looked at people passing me on the sidewalk, I thought, "I wonder what they'd think if they knew what I just finished doing?". The idea that no one did know, or care, and that I had been able to satisfy some primal sexual craving so easily, yet undetected, began to excite me again. The guilt subsided. I was suddenly more aware of the wetness - the cum that I could still feel on my ass, between my cheeks, and covering my balls. I now walked faster, suddenly desperate to get back to my hotel room and get some relief. The elevator took forever climbing to my floor, and having to share the car with other guests was the only way to prevent me from pulling out my dick then and there. Once inside my room, I kicked off my shoes and began removing all my clothes. I seemed to be working myself into some kind of sexual frenzy. I carefully removed my underwear looking for the wet spots on the back. The man had used his firehose to spray me, and my underwear was soaked. I immediately began licking the wettest parts, tasting the salty cum of the stranger. I stuffed the fabric into my mouth so that I could suck out as much as possible, and began stroking my dick, which seemed hard enough to pop. I lay back on the bed to savor the taste of the man's cum, and squeezed my balls while I jerked off. I was surprised that my nuts were still wet, but that inspired me to begin rubbing my asshole - my pussy, also sticky and gooey from my friend's attention. Suddenly I was gripped by the need to have his cum inside me, so I began fingering my hole, using all the leftover cum as lubrication. Remembering his comment, I began saying "Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy!" through the briefs stuffed in my mouth. It didn't take long before I was over the edge. My repeated grunts were muffled by the underwear as my cock shot spurt after spurt of cum on my chest and stomach. My nuts seemed to explode into the most intense orgasm of my life. Gradually, I calmed down and I lay, fully spent on my hotel bed. When I finally woke up a couple of hours later, I wondered if I had just experienced a powerful sexual dream, but my sticky, cum-covered body and underwear convinced me that it was all true. I reached down and rubbed my growing cock, while I wondered how and when I'd get a hard cock in my hungry pussy. ****** These stories are real. I have more. Would you like me to post them? If so, email me at bear.47@hotmail.com Cheers!