Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2014 13:30:35 -0800 (PST) From: s s Subject: At the Booths At the Booths This story is a fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and an older man. If it is illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now. This work is not permitted to be displayed or reproduced in any form, specifically on any website or internet site, except by specific permission of the author. Let me know what you think -- If you like my work and let me know, I'll be more likely to write more. You can contact me at subanalslut@yahoo.com. I'd love to hear from you and I will accept all valid comments and criticism. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Ben, and I was the most insatiable little slut while I was growing up (actually, I still am), and I enjoy looking back into the not-so-distant past to write about my experiences... Even though I love going out cruising for guys, I was raised in the age of the Internet, and sometimes it's more efficient to find dick that way. Even when I was growing up, when I wasn't actually on the prowl, I would be at home online, chatting and webcaming while I was supposed to be doing my homework. I met a lot of nasty, dirty old men online -- actually, that was the attraction for me, cause those were (and are) my favorite types of guy! Most of the guys I chatted with were unfortunately not in NYC, or where too afraid to actually meet up with me since I was so young. Sometimes, though, my time spent online paid unexpected bonuses. For a while, I had been chatting with this guy who was from the city, or at least worked there and lived out in Jersey. His family was Sikh and said he was straight (married with kids) but he said he couldn't resist my blonde hair and smooth teenaged ass. What was really interesting, though, was what he did for a living. His family owned an adult bookstore in the sleazy area at the edge of Times Square, which he managed with his brother. Late one night, on cam with him long after my parents (and his family) were fast asleep, I was telling him about how fascinated I was with the porn shops in the city, just because they were so off-limits to someone as obviously underage as I was at fifteen. All five foot six of my naked body glowed in the pale light from the computer monitor as I sat there, typing with one hand and idly jacking off with the other. He was sitting in what looked like his living room in just his boxers, with his hard cock poking it's way out of the fly. He said that maybe one day he would arrange to give me a 'special' tour of his store, so that I could get a 'taste' of the experience. As you can imagine, I loved that idea. It was a major jackoff fantasy, at least until it actually happened. And when it did, the reality was so much better than what I had imagined! We agreed that one day, after school, I would tell my parents that I was going over to a classmate's house to work on a project for my science class, and he would let me in the loading dock at the back of the shop. When the day came I hauled my backpack over to his store and called the number he had given me to put into my cell phone. He directed me into the building through an unmarked door by the freight elevators on the side street. Following his instructions I walked down the grimy hallway until I came to a short flight of stairs going down. At the bottom of the stairs, he was waiting to open the door for me from the inside. He let me into the dimly lit storage and stock room at the back of the shop, but before I had a chance to look around he had me backed up against the door with his beard tickling my face as he leaned down to kiss me. As his thick tongue slipped between my lips and explored my mouth, his hands slipped my backpack off of me, caressing my back, then slipping down under the waistband of my jeans to squeeze the cheeks of my ass. I reached down between his legs to feel the bulge that was forming under the fabric of his grey pants. "So this is just storage." he told me when his lips finally pulled away from mine. I nodded. "Before I take your pretty ass into the booths, I wanted to spend some time with you myself. You are going to be a very popular young man, but I want to have the first shot." he told me, squeezing my hand around the shaft of his cock through his pants. I just dropped to my knees there on the unfinished concrete floor of the storeroom and nuzzled my face against his bulging crotch. His white shirt gleamed against his dark skin in the dimly lit room. He unbuttoned the waist of his pants and unzipped the fly, letting his pants fall down around his thighs. I licked my lips when I saw the wet spot of precum that had already soaked through the thin fabric if his light blue boxers. He pushed those down, too, letting his hard dick spring free and smack gently against my face. I eagerly stuck my tongue out, trying to get a lick. I could taste the slippery sweetness of his precum coating my tongue as he let me wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, slipping his foreskin back gently with my lips. I reached up to tug gently on his balls, guiding him forward so his dick slid all the way into my mouth and down my throat. He gasped. "You are a natural cocksucker, aren't you? Not everyone can just swallow my cock to the base like that!" he told me. I couldn't answer, my head was pinned between his body and the wall behind me, so I was literally pinned to the wall by his dick. He was using the wall for leverage, giving my throat a gentle yet insistent fucking, relentlessly pushing his cock in tithe hilt each time so that his balls were pressed up against my chin. All I was aware of was the feeling of his cock sliding between my lips, slick with saliva. He kept up a steady pace, his cockhead stretching my throat as he pushed it home, then pulling back so that I could work on it with my tongue. I could tell he was loving my oral skills, but before too long he pulled away from me. "I wish you could suck me all day but I have to get back to work soon, and you know I have to get in that tight little ass of yours before I do." I nodded as I stood up. He pulled me teeshirt up around my chest and tugged open the buttons of my jeans, pushing them and my white briefs into a bunch down around my ankles. Then he turned me around so that I was facing the wall next to the door. He crouched behind me, running his fingers over my ass. "Its so nice and smooth, just like a girls. You must drive all the men wild with this!" he told me, pulling my ass cheeks apart so that he could see my tight, pink hole. He licked his finger for some lube and then probed my asshole, feeling how tightly it wrapped around his invading finger. I squirmed against the wall as he added a second finger, seeing how far he could stretch my hole. Then he stood up, bending his knees so he could line his slicked-up cock up against my eager asshole. I could feel his wiry beard brushing against the back of my neck as he grabbed ahold of my hips and started thrusting his cock into me. I could feel the slippery head forcing it's way through my tight sphincter, breaching my defenses and popping inside. I gasped and ground my hard cock against the wall. He straightened his legs, lifting my feet up off the floor and letting gravity do the work as the weight of my body slid me down on his thick pole. He had me pinned to the wall and impaled on his cock -- he wasn't wasting any time! He started fucking me for all he was worth, his strong hands holding my hips like a vice as he hammered my asshole. I could feel the entire length of his cock as he slammed it into me, pounding my hole like he was trying to drill right through to the wall I was pressed up against. With his strong hands gripping my hips, he was literally using me as a fuck-toy as he worked my ass up and down on his cock. I could feel the thick shaft sliding in and out of my hole, the swollen head pulling at the lips of my hole every time he drew his hips back, then pushing deeper into my guts with each thrust forwards. I could tell my tight little ass was gripping every inch of his cock as he fucked me. He was trying to be quiet, but I could hear him moaning softly in my ear. I knew he was getting close to busting his nut in my ass. His cock seemed to get even harder than it had been and he started thrusting even deeper. When he thrust it balls deep and held me down on it, I could feel it pulse as he shot his load. His breathing was ragged as he listed me off of his still hard cock and set me on my feet. I immediately turned around and dropped to my knees again so that I could suck the remainder of his load off of his sloppy dick. He groaned and ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked the cum off of his ultra-sensitive cock, tasting the juice from my ass mixed with his sticky cum. I wasn't about to stop until I had collected every last drop of his cum. He finally tucked his softening cock back inside his boxers and pulled his pants back up before giving me a hand up off of the floor. "You should leave your backpack here in the stockroom, so you don't accidentally get cum or anything on it." he told me. I nodded as I pulled up my jeans. I definitely didn't want to worry about that! He reached into his pocket and handed me a baggie of tokens. "These are for the video, not that you are going to have much time to watch. I can tell you are going to be very popular." He unlocked the door into the back of the shop and ushered me through, and I walked into the dimly lit area where the booths were. The air smelled of bleach, with a strong undertone of sweat and cum. Except for the cum, it smelled like the school locker-room after a swim meet. The walls were painted black, and the booths were set up in a kind of labyrinthine arrangement. He led me to a booth in the middle of the row and showed me where to feed the tokens into the video machine. Then he told me that if I had any problems I should call him again, and to have fun, and let him know when I had had enough and was ready to leave. I had to fight the urge to reply 'Yes, dad.' as a joke. I fed a couple of tokens into the machine and selected a video to watch. I think it was college themed, but I don't really remember it well, as it was pretty much background noise after the first few minutes. I heard someone come into the booth next to mine, and noticed that there were holes cut out of the thin wall that divided my booth from the ones next to it. I leaned over on the low bench that was bolted on to one of the walls and looked through the hole. The man who had just entered the booth next to mine was wearing a grey suit, with his shirt unbuttoned at the neck and his tie pulled loose. He looked like he was in his forties, white, with a shaved head. I couldn't get a good look at his face, though. What I did have a good view of, right at the level of the hole I was peeking through, was his crotch. He didn't sit down, just started up the video in his booth and stood there, stroking the growing bulge of his cock through the fabric of his pants. I licked my lips in anticipation. Finally he unzipped his fly and released his hard cock, grabbing it around the base and waving it in my direction. I couldn't believe that places like this existed around the city, I felt like I was in heaven! His cock was probably about seven inches, circumcised with a fat mushroom head and a straight, veiny shaft. Just when I was starting to wonder if I was ever going to get a taste, he stepped over to the wall between his booth and mine. Without any preliminaries, he stuck his dick through the hole until his crotch was pressed right up against the wall on his side. I didn't hesitate, just wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked it down to the base like I had been starving for it, which is what it felt like. I could hear him groan lightly as his cock slid down my throat. I could feel the ridge of his thick mushroom head stretching my throat. I didn't pause, just caught my breath as I pulled back for a little air, then established a good rhythm that had his cock reaming the back of my throat like a jackhammer. I could feel spit dripping down my chin as I worshiped his cock. He must have been super horny because he couldn't stand this treatment for very long. I was sucking his cock like my life depended on it, and before I knew it I could sense his body tensing on the other side of the wall. Without any other warning he groaned again and I could feel his cock spasm and start to fill my mouth with jets of hot cum. I was so surprised that it totally threw off my rhythm and some of it ended up squirting right in my face before I could get my lips wrapped around the head again to suck down the rest of his load. He let me nurse the last drops of cum from his dick but then before he pulled back from the wall, zipped his softening cock back into his pants, buttoned his suit jacket and walked out, leaving me still crouched on the floor of my booth with his cum dripping down my face. It wasn't long before the booth next to mine had another customer, though. This time it was a younger black guy who looked like he must work some sort of construction job, with his baggy jeans and teeshirt all covered in a fine layer of dust. Just like the guy before him, he started the video screen in his booth before turning his attention to whoever was eagerly waiting in the next booth, like I was. When he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, I probably gasped. His cock was almost perfect! It was probably at least nine inches long, with a thick shaft tapering a little towards the uncut head that I couldn't wait to get my lips around. Just as the guy before him had, without any further hesitation he stepped right up to my hole and stuck his dick through towards my waiting mouth. He wouldn't have to ask me twice! I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling how thick and heavy his cock was as I licked the head, slipping my tongue underneath the tight hood of his foreskin. I stroked my hand down the shaft, gently pushing his foreskin back with my lips as I slid the head of his cock into my mouth, licking all around the shiny knob of the cockhead. I could feel the thickness of his dick forcing my jaws wider and wider as his cock slid deeper into my mouth and insinuated itself down my throat. I wasn't used to sucking cock through a glory hole and I thought to myself that I missed the feeling of a guys hands on the back of my head as he fucked my face. It was almost like he could read my mind, because he pulled his cock back through the hole and leaned over to whisper "Let me come over and join you." through the hole in the wall. I got up and unlocked the door of my booth for him as he joined me. He towered over me as he stepped into the small booth with me, probably six feet tall to my five foot siz. He looked down at me and whistled softly. "How the fuck did you get in here? There's no way they would let you in!" "Never mind how I got in, how about I suck your dick some more?" "Well you do have some damn skills, it felt like you had been a cocksucker your whole life the way you handled mine." "Exactly!" I said as I dropped to my knees between his legs. He hadn't even bothered to zip his pants back up, just tucked his cock back inside and pulled his teeshirt down to cover it. They fell down around his ankles as I wrapped me hands around the base again and it was still rock hard. I lifted it straight up so I could get underneath and give his sweaty, musky balls a thorough tongue bath before licking my way all the way up the underside of his cock, ending up with my lips wrapped around the head again, flicking it with my tongue. He groaned and put his big hand on the back of my head, slowly pulling me forwards onto his cock. This was so much better than sucking through a hole in the wall! I wasn't about to stop until I had swallowed the whole thing, so I held my breath and let him force me head down on his cock, feeling it push down my throat until my chin was pressed up against his spit covered balls. He groaned again and held my head in place, making sure I took every last quarter inch. I was starting to feel lightheaded when he finally let me draw back enough to catch my breath. As I knelt there in front of him, he bent over and grabbed the fabric of my teeshirt, hauling it up over my head and tossing it into the corner. A quick breath and I had my lips wrapped around his delicious cock again as he grabbed hold of me by the ears and started really just facefucking me. I was in heaven, kneeling on the hard, sticky floor as this tall black guy pounded my throat with his big dick. The air in our booth was hot and humid, and filled with the slurping sounds I was making as I worked on his cock. It was a good thing he had pulled my shirt off, because massive amounts of spit were dripping from his balls down my chin and onto my bare chest. "You know what comes next, don't you boy? You got head skills for sure, but I'm gonna bust in that tight young ass of yours." he told me. I nodded, almost relieved that my throat would be getting a little break. I stood up and unbuttoned my pants, and he grabbed my belt loops, spinning me around and yanking my pants and underwear down around my ankles. He pushed me forwards so I was bending over at the waist and leaning on the bench. I could hear him whistle as he gave my ass a gentle slap. "Look at that creamy pussy! I see someone already got you warmed up for me, you little whore!" he said, roughly shoving two of his thick fingers into my asshole, then yanking them out and bringing them up to my mouth to feed me the cum that had coated them. All I could do was grunt in assent. He knew there was no need to be gentle as he grabbed my hips and lined his big cockhead up with my eager hole before slamming it into me so hard the force of it almost lifted me up off the floor. I bit my lip to stifle a groan as he grabbed a handful of my hair to hold me in position as he fucked me. I was lost in the sensation of his big cock stretching my already tender ass, every inch sending waves of sensation through my whole body. When I finally got used to the anal assault of his thick cock, I noticed that the bent over position he was holding me in put me at eye level with the hole in the wall again, and there was already someone else in the booth next to mine, sitting hunched over on the bench watching us through the hole and stroking his hard cock. I think he was Mexican, or something, in his forties, with a thick black bush of pubic hair and a fat uncut cock that reminded me of a beer can. When he saw me notice him he stood up and stepped up to the wall, sticking his thick cock right in my face through the hole. I knew what was expected of me, so I wrapped my lips around the head, tasting his musky, slightly sour flavor as his foreskin slid back between my lips. The black guy who was fucking me helped him out by keeping a firm grip on my hair, pushing my head into position so my face was jammed up against the hole in the wall with each thrust of his massive cock into my body. With my head pinned in position, the fat cocked Latino guy had no problem forcing my jaws wide open with his dick. It was just long enough so that the bulbous head was lodged at the back of my throat, and his no mercy thrusting was starting to make me gag as if I had never sucked a cock before. Spitroasted between these two thick cocks, I could feel my ass and mouth being stretched to the limit. I was just a fucktoy, two holes born to serve cock. Thick strands of mucus were hanging from my chin as I gagged and choked on the fat cock I was sucking, and the guy who was fucking me was thrusting like he wanted to drill straight through me until their cocks met in the middle of my stomach. I could feel my body sweating as the little booth filled with the sounds of his hips slamming against my ass, and the sloppy noises his cock was making in my pre-loaded ass, as well as the slurping and gagging from what must have been the sloppiest blowjob I have ever given. And the whole time I was being pinned in position, held bent over the low bench by his grip on my head. Of course my own dick was as hard as it had ever been, sticking straight up against my flat stomach and leaking precum like a faucet. I wasn't the only one, either. The guy I was sucking was precumming by the quart. The dark, veiny shaft of short, fat cock was glistening with precum and saliva. I could tell by the way it was swelling and throbbing that it wouldn't be long before he fed me a nice hot load of cum. My back was beginning to ache from being held in that bent over position, but with a nice thick cock in both of my holes, pounding me like I was a just a part of a well-oiled fuck machine, I wasn't about to complain. The guy fucking my ass really WAS like a machine! His hard cock was like a piston, repeatedly thrusting into my ass, each stroke pushing the entire length of his cock deep into my guts before pulling it all the way back until the lips of my ass were wrapped around the head, then shoving it back in again without any pause or break in the rhythm of his hips. The cock in my mouth, on the other hand, was getting ready to bust a load. I could hear groaning from the other side of the wall, and his cock seemed even thicker and harder than before. When he started to shoot his load, the first spurt caught me by surprise, filling my mouth and hitting the back of my throat and making me choke a little. The black guy kept a firm grip on my head, holding me in place, so the rest of the load was basically just pumped straight down my throat into my stomach. When he finally emptied his balls and pulled his cock out of my mouth, I was gasping for air. The guy fucking me bent over and asked me "Did he give you a nice big load, slut?". I just nodded, not trusting my own voice. "Are you ready for another one?" "Yes, please!" "You're gonna have to work for it, bitch! Squeeze that tight young ass of yours down on my cock!" I groaned, working my muscles, gripping at his cock with my tender hole. Even with the creamy load that was already in there lubing me up, I could feel the friction of his dick in my ass, my ass lips gripping his cock every time he drew his hips back. "Fuck yeah, milk me with that little pink hole!" he grunted, giving my ass a slap. I was arching my back like a bitch, slamming my ass back to meet each thrust. His cock felt like it had opened me up halfway to my stomach, and every time he pulled it out of me I felt emptied out inside. The feeling of his cock slamming into my ass over and over pushed me over the edge and I whimpered as my throbbing cock shot a load all over the floor without a single touch, my asshole spasmed and squeezed his cock as I came. I could feel the speed of his thrusts increase until he was literally jackhammering my ass with his tool. I could tell from the sound of his breath that he was close to filling me with his seed. His grip tightened and he pulled me back against his hips, holding me impaled on his cock. With my tender hole rubbed raw by his aggressive fuck, I could feel the base of his cock flexing as he emptied those big balls deep in my guts. He held me in the same position for what felt like minutes, until he was done pumping me full of cream. When he finally released me and pulled his softening but still thick cock out of my ass with a wet sounding slurp, I collapsed to my knees on the sticky floor. As I was gasping to catch my breath, he put his hand on my shoulder, pulling me around and pushing his slimy cock into my face for me to clean. I could taste his fresh load mixed with the cum that had lubed my hole as I sucked all the slime and juiced from his dick. After he had tucked it back into his pants he patted my head. "That was the tightest fuck I've had in a minute, even though you are a real little whore. I bet that ass doesn't feel so tight anymore now that I'm finished with it!". I nodded and he laughed as he walked out of the booth, leaving me kneeling on the floor with cum dribbling out of my empty feeling ass and trickling down my leg. I don't know how long the booth next to mine had been occupied, but I noticed a movement through the hole just before another cock appeared through it for me to suck. I could tell that this guy was white, but aside from his cock I had no idea what he looked like. Just like I was just a hole to him, he was just a cock to me. I wrapped my lips around the head, glad that it wasn't so thick and my aching jaw would get a little break. The musky smell of his sweat filled my lungs as I slid my lips down the shaft until my nose was pressed into his coarse pubic hair. He kept himself still, letting me go to work on his cock. I wrapped one of my hands around the base and squeezed, feeling my spit drip down my fingers. My other hand was irresistibly drawn to my tender ass, exploring how puffy and swollen this lips of my hole felt. I stuck first one, then two, then three of my fingers inside, loving the feeling of exploring my aching hole. I could feel the warm, sticky cum that I had inside of me. With the anonymous cock thrusting down my throat, fingerfucking my freshly fucked and cum filled ass, I felt totally at peace and in my element. I felt like this was what I had been born for. Having that cock in my mouth just felt so right! Apparently, the owner of that cock felt the same way. I could hear him groaning "Damn!" and "Fuck yeah!" as I worked my mouth on his dick. With my lips, I could feel the bulging veins snaking down the rock hard shaft, which swelled in my mouth every time I ran the tip of my tongue across the underside of the cockhead or stroked the base with my slippery hand. My mouth was filled with the taste of his leaking precum. My own dick was still hard as iron, and my abs were smeared with my own precum, which flowed whenever my fingers rubbed that one special spot inside my stretched out asshole. My combined blowjob and stroking was having it's effect -- I could tell by the way this guys balls were drawing up closer to the base of his cock that he was already getting close to shooting. I redoubled my efforts, trying to milk another creamy load into my mouth. When he did groan and start to cum, I couldn't believe how much cum he fed me! I swear, it must have been at least a half cup! It felt like I kept swallowing, and he kept filling my mouth with fresh sperm. When he finally finished shooting and I sucked the last drops of cum out of him, I leaned back against the booth wall, exhausted and in a happy daze of cocks and cum. I wished I could stay there sucking cock and getting fucked all night, but I knew I had to get home and do my homework -- and more importantly, take a shower before my parents got home. Before I could start to get dressed, though, I saw someone watching me through the hole in the other wall. He saw me notice him and stood up. I thought he was going to put his cock through the hole for me to suck, but he had other ideas. He disappeared, then I heard him tap on the door of my booth. I quickly let him in. He was probably at least fifty-five, with a shaved head and salt and pepper stubble on his face. He wasn't super tall, maybe about five foot nine, but he towered above me and his bulky, solid body seemed to fill the booth. I could tell from the bulge in his jeans that he liked what he was seeing. "It looks like you suck dick like a champ, kid. That was quite a load that guy just fed you!" "Yeah, it was." I whispered hoarsely. "Sounds like you still have a dick down your throat. Been sucking a lot of cock today, huh?" I nodded. "What else have you been doing, then, you little slut?" "Getting fucked right!" I said, laughing. "Turn around, let me see that ass!" he ordered, putting a hand on my shoulder and pushing me forward so that I was bent over the bench with my ass facing him. He knelt down behind me and I could feel his big hands on my ass, pulling the cheeks apart to expose my well-fucked asshole. He whistled. "Damn kid, you got fucked right, for sure! Your fuckhole is all swollen and red and opened up, just waiting for another cock!" He stuck two of his fingers into my ass, roughly stretching my hole open as far as he could. "Look at that sloppy cunt! Somebody bred you good!". He pulled my hands back and put them on my ass. "Spread those cheeks for me whore!" he ordered. While I held my asscheeks as wide apart as I could, exposing my leaking, stretched out hole, he stood up behind me and I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. Without any more preliminaries or warning he grabbed my hips and slammed his cock into me! I moaned as his big cock plowed onto my ass. It was a good thing I had those other loads up inside me already, because I never would have been able to take his cock dry without any lube! My ass was already so tender that even though it was probably around seven inches long and not crazy wide, it felt like he was going at me with a baseball bat! He slapped my ass as he fucked me, telling me what a whore I was, and how I should be thanking him for fucking me with his big cock. Of course, I totally agreed, but with his cock pummeling my ass I couldn't catch my breath to do anything more than moan `Yes!'. He was a big, burly man and he was going to fuck me however he wanted to, and we both knew it. All I would do was squeeze my eyes shut and try to enjoy the ride as the waves of pain and pleasure of his rough treatment of my tender ass washed through me. I don't know how long he fucked me fore before he groaned loudly and I felt his cock throbbing as he came in my ass. I was so out of it and lost in the moment that I barely felt it as he shot his load. The big shock was the empty feeling as he pulled his softening cock out of my gaping, dripping hole. Before I could say anything, he was gone. I slowly straightened up, my legs cramping a bit from spending so much time bent over or kneeling on the floor, and picked up my shirt to pull back over my head. I pulled up my briefs and jeans, already feeling cum leaking from my abused ass into them and soaking the white cotton. I poked my head out of the booth – the shop seemed to have quieted down, and in this lull I motioned towards the back of the store. My friend left his post and walked back towards me to open up the stock room and let me out. As I walked, I could feel a throbbing ache between the cheeks of my ass. Once we were in the back room he asked me was my first time in the booths everything I had expected? I told him that it was way MORE than I had expected and that I had loved every second of it. My cock was still hard as a rock, even though I had literally had the cum fucked out of me. I tired to pull my teeshirt down enough to cover the bulge in my jeans as I walked out into the evening twilight, but it remained hard for the entire subway ride home. Even though I knew I had to shower and change before my parents got home, I couldn't resist jacking off again as soon as I walked in the door, with my cum-soaked briefs stuffed into my mouth and one hand fingering my ass as I stroked with the other, and I came again remembering the feeling of being helplessly pinned between two cocks. I couldn't wait to go back for a second visit!