Date: Sun, 25 Dec 2022 05:27:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rob <rob83401@yahoo.com>
Subject: Holiday Mischief

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Holiday Mischief


I'm skating on thin ice here. There's no denying it. I shouldn't have
come back to this place.


I pull into the narrow, gravel parking lot behind the adult bookstore.
Letting the engine idle, I lower my window as I fish around in the center
console. I find the half empty pack of smokes hidden at the bottom and
light up. It's been a while, so the first deep drag makes my head spin.
I turn and blow a smoke ring out the window, watching it rise in the cold
winter air. Even with the window open, I'll need to throw these clothes
in the washing machine when I get home.


My conscience tells me it's not too late to turn around. Go home and
jerk off. Get it out of my system. It's telling me that I'll end up
regretting it if I go inside.


The little devil on my other shoulder counters that what I'd really
regret is coming this far and then wimping out. You only regret the shots
you don't take.


The evil half of my conscience is a sexy little fucker.
Conniving. Convincing too. He reminds me how long I've been waiting to
get my ass worked over; and the little steps I've taken in
anticipation. I started taking my Prep again after Thanksgiving. Just in
case. I have condoms in my pocket, too. Just in case.


Diego is at his family's Christmas party tonight. He won't be home till
late. This my best window of opportunity to stray. My best chance to
scratch my itch. I know that if I don't go through with this tonight,
it's going to keep eating at me until I give in.


Watching the end of my cigarette glow as I inhale, my mind gets made up
for me. A shiny black jeep pulls in and parks one space away. The driver
hops out and looks in my direction as he reaches down to his crotch and
rearranges himself. His snug work pants are familiar. The dark green
Carhartt ripstop work pants, along with the tan shirt, make up the
standard uniform at the fabrication plant that employs half the town. My
dad worked there for years; but he never filled out his work outfit like
this sexy fucker does.


Ignoring the cold, he slips off his heavy canvas coat and tosses it back
into the jeep. After locking eyes with me again, his upper lip curled in
a sneer, he strides to the back entrance.


I don't hesitate for long. The men I've fantasized about as I've jerked
off these last few weeks, gearing myself up to do this, weren't nearly
at hot as this factory dude. Bearded, dark and beefy, and at least ten
years my senior.  His blatant cockiness convinces me to take my shot.


The bookstore is seedier inside than I remember. A few sad strands of
Christmas lights draped over a display of silicone pussies and
Fleshlights strike a new level of tackiness. It still smells like
disinfectant, cum and testosterone though, just like I remember. As I
wait at the register to get change for the video arcade, I scan the room
looking for him.


I find him in a corner of the store watching me as he peruses the dildos.
Seeing he has my attention, he holds a stubby, fat silicone cock down by
his crotch. I continue to chub up when I see how closely the shape of
the dildo matches the bulge down his thigh. He sneers again, knowing I'm
taking the bait.


Turning back to the clerk, I'm struck by the black latex gloves he wears
as he quickly counts out my ones.  I'm forced to think about all the
places these dollar bills have been. I imagine horned up
guys feeding them into the video player with the sweaty fingers they've
been beating off with; spitting on; and possibly fingering a stranger's
ass with. Guys aren't coming here for the hygiene.


I see my man's ass, straining at the seams of his green pants, as
it disappears through the swinging doors leading to the back. I try not
to appear too eager, but I don't want some other horny fucker to get to
him before I do. I shove my handful of ones into my shirt pocket; then
I'm on the move.


It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit hallway. I
used to come here often enough that I knew which booths had glory holes;
and which booths were big enough for two. They all look the same to me
now. There's a good looking, younger twink leaning against the wall. He
smiles at me and gives me an almost imperceptible nod. He's cute, but not
what I need tonight. Several booths have the `occupied' light on and I
can hear porn soundtracks coming from a few others.


When I get to the end of the hall and turn the corner, he's waiting for
me. Standing with his hand on the door knob to a booth, he smirks at me
and slips inside. My first thought is to check the adjoining booth to see
if there's a hole in the wall; but I figure we've moved past that step.
Instead I try his door. He didn't lock it behind him, so I take a chance
and quickly enter. He's still undoing the buttons down the front of his
shirt. He looks me over from head to toe, nodding his head in approval. I
reach out to feel the hair on his chest. He stands motionless to start
with, letting me check him out; but when I tug on one nipple, he grabs by
the shoulders as he moans. He pushes me to my knees. He's in charge now,
dominating me. This is exactly why I came here tonight.


The first year and a half that Diego and I were dating, things in the
bedroom were basically equal. We were both fully versatile. We both loved
to top, as well as bend over to offer our asses to the other. We would
take turns, and not just when it came to fucking. Our sex life was
fucking awesome because we liked to mix things up, taking turns taking
control.  We both got to give and take.

Diego's dick is bigger than mine, thicker. In those early days he used
to get a thrill out of holding my head down on his cock. He turned into
an animal every time he heard me gag on his fat cock. Then again,
sometimes he just wanted to kick back and have me service him. My cock is
just a fraction shorter with a bit less girth. In my favor, I have a nice
upward curve that hits his prostate every time and makes him moan like a
whore. For that first eighteen months, we had sex almost every day; and
nearly every load went into the others' guts. We sometimes wrestled to
see who topped first; but flip flopping was our routine.

My booth buddy is rock hard; but when I try to open his fly, he slaps my
hand away. With a firm grip on the back of my head, he presses my
nose into his bulge. He lets out a low growl when he hears me huffing in
his smell. He leans down to whisper, "Good boy!"; then aggressively
kisses me. When he breaks the kiss and stands back up, I'm thrilled to
find that he has used the kiss as a distraction to undo his top button
and unzip. He's going commando; and his stubby dick is pointing right at
my mouth. I lick the head of his fat cock, before taking it all the way
down to his pubes. Seeing how eager I am, he releases his hold on my head
and leans back against the wall and lets me show him what I can do.


I tug his pants down to his knees, and wrap my arms around his furry
thighs as I chow down. He seemed so fucking hard from the beginning; but
I'm psyched to feel him grow even harder as I work him over. It's not
until I've been sucking him for a few minutes that I notice the glory
hole next to my head. The guy in the next booth has his face near the
hole. I can see his eyes, watching. My guy sees me hesitate, then reaches
over and runs his finger along the bottom rim of the hole, encouraging
the other dude to slide his dick through the opening.


The eyes in the next booth disappear. They're quickly replaced in the
hole by a veiny, uncut cock with precum glistening on the exposed head.
As he feeds it through the hole, my guy pushes my head over to sample it.
It's a challenge to open my jaw wide enough to surround it. My efforts
are rewarded with a string of muffled curse words from next door. Once I
get my new toy nice and wet, my guy shuffles over so he can rub his dick
against the intruder's. Gripping my head, he moves me back and forth to
suck them in turn.


I'm having a great time. Don't get me wrong, any other time I'd gladly
let both these studs blast there cum down my throat; but I'm hoping at
least one of them is willing to plow my ass tonight. That's what I've
been craving. Hell, Diego would let me blow him anytime I want. The
problem is he just doesn't fuck me anymore.

Things started to change when Diego finally moved in with me. It was
gradual. First he got in the habit of nutting while I was fucking him. In
the past, they wouldn't have stopped him from fucking me after a short
refractory period. But rather than get hard again as we cuddled up, he'd
drift off to sleep. So I began asking him to fuck me first. It worked a
few times. After that he started getting sneaky, playing on my
weaknesses. I'd walk into the living room to find him naked on the sofa,
lying on his belly, his perfect caramel-colored, fur-covered, bubble butt
on display. He knew I couldn't resist burying my face between those
cheeks. He also knew that after a few minutes of having my tongue in his
hole, I'd be dying to plunge my dick in there. When I tried to talk to
him about what was happening, tell him I missed having him breed me; at
first he said he needed some time to work things out. It was over six
months ago that he finally admitted that getting fucked by me was enough
for him. He couldn't explain it.

Back in the booth, with both of the studs feeding me their cocks, I open
my jeans to free my own aching erection. The dick poking through the hole
withdraws, rapidly followed by a finger beckoning one of us to take our
turn. My factory guy nudges past me, shoves his cock through the glory
hole and reaches back to push my face into his ass. Judging by his
groans, the dude sucking his cock must be doing a good job. To make my
job clear, my guy releases his hold on my head and uses both hands to
pull his ass cheeks apart. After a sniff and one tentative lick, it seems
like his ass is sweaty but relatively clean.


There's not much light in here; but his plump furry butt looks remarkably
like Diego's. I dive in with my tongue and his growls go up several
decibels. Do you remember what I said about eating Diego's hole? I start
rimming this guy like my life depends on it, while stroking my cock and
wondering if this beefy stud would let me fuck him.


What the fuck? This isn't how this is supposed to play out. My stud
should be eating my hole, getting it ready for a pounding. Nevertheless,
I begin rubbing his hole with my finger as I continue to lick. Within a
couple of minutes I have two fingers in him and I'm hearing no
complaints. It looks like I'm going to be doing the fucking after all. I
can't believe I went through these months of longing, only to sneak away
and cheat on my man by dicking down a stranger in seedy ABS booth. I get
to my feet and press against the stud's back. I reach behind me and fish
a condom out of my back pocket. I used to be fairly adept at slipping on
one of these bad boys; but I'm out of practice after my years of monogamy
with Diego. I finally manage to get it turned the right way so I can roll
it over my painfully hard boner. I rub my sheathed cock down his crack,
feeling for my target. I'm definitely fucking this fine ass; but I
whisper my request in the stud's ear, hoping I might get some
reciprocation.


"I'm going to fuck your hot ass, man; but I want you to pound me too. Do
we have a deal?"

"Just hurry and shove it in me, Junior. Don't take too long though. This
cocksucker's mouth is like a vacuum. Hurry and get your nut before he
gets mine. If you do, we have a deal!"

I don't have any lube, other than what's on the condom; but I have his
hole sloppy and wet. I just get the head of my dick in when he tells me
to wait while he adjusts. I give him a minute, then start rocking back
and forth a bit. He reaches back to feel my cock. Then he uses the same
hand to push me away.

"Lose the goddamn rubber, kid. Pull it off and hawk up a gob of spit.
It's the only way you're getting in there!"

I was annoyed when he called me Junior, earlier. So now when he calls me
'kid' and treats me like I don't know how to fuck an ass, he's really
pissing me off. He's still sexy as fuck; but he's just asking for an
angry fuck. I'm secretly delighted to toss the condom on the already
sticky floor. So far this guy has not seen my cock. He doesn't know that
it is considerably longer than his, and thicker. He also hasn't met the
curve that Diego and his prostate are so fond of. I decide then and
there; even if it means I don't get my ass railed tonight, I'm fucking a
load out of this cocky bastard.


I quickly squat down and chew on his hole again, making sure to leave
plenty of saliva behind. Then, just for the theatrics, I stand and loudly
snort, then hawk a loogie. I want to make sure they can hear it out in
the hallway. With my knob at the opening to his cunt, I wrap my arms
tightly around him to hold him in place and drive in as hard as I can. I
knock the air out of him. By the time he catches his breath, I've already
made a good half dozen strokes. I raise one hand up to cover his mouth. I
hammer home again. He's trying to resist. I confess, it almost hurts the
end of my dick as I hit his gland with each upward stroke; but I'm not
relenting. I'm rolling back on my heels each time I withdraw; but I'm on
my tip toes each time I ram back inward and upward, probing as deep as I
can.


I'm wailing away, determined to make him cum down his cocksucker's
throat. Then I wonder what affect my hammering is having on the guy next
door. I soon have my answer when the door to the booth cracks open. A
handsome guy my dad's age is looking in. When he sees that I don't mind
an audience, he slips into the booth. I feel his large hand on my ass;
then a thick finger on my hole; and finally his lips on my neck. I look
down to see he's got his dick out again. I recognize it as the thick cock
I was nursing on a few minutes ago; but now, without the wall between us,
I can see how long the fucker really is.

"Fuck yeah, son! You are owning that ass. I had to come over and see
this. You realize that you're shaking every wall in this place, don't
you? Ever since you cleared your throat to slick up his hole, we've all
been listening to you work him over. There's a group of guys right
outside the booth,"

"His ass feels like it's on fire! I got carried away. I just came here
tonight to get my own ass fucked. He was supposed to lay pipe to me if
you didn't make him cum first."

"Are you serious? Because I would fucking kill to get in your ass, son!
Besides, this fucker shot off ages ago.  When you first rammed into him,
he spurted a steady stream of jizz straight down my throat. Maybe you
should let upon him now."

"Fuck that! I had to restrain him to start with, but he's not putting up
any resistance now. He's loose and sloppy, just the way I like. Go ahead
and fuck me, man. Fuck my ass while I finish in his."

"Hope you're okay with raw."


Due to the size of his cock, I'm relieved when I feel his lube covered
fingers working their way into my hole. Then I hold still while he
presses up against my back. After a series of short test pumps, he gets
the head in. I push back as he slides all the way in. Fuck yeah! This is
what I've been missing! It's not just about the stretch of something in
your guts, it's the feeling of another human inside you. As he builds up
speed, he bites at my neck. All thoughts of Diego fly out of my head. I
love him, but I need this. So many memories of seedy, sticky-floored
places like this come flooding back to be. It brings out the pig in me.


"Thanks, man. You feel so fucking good inside me. Are there really guys
out in the hallway listening?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Can you reach the door from there?"

"What? You want to give them a show?"

"I want them to watch me take your load. A guy doesn't get fucked like
this everyday."


I guess I went over the edge. With the door open and the strangers egging
us on, I'm not even thinking about the possibility of getting kicked out
of such a sleazy establishment. I'm not really even paying that much
attention to the factory man swinging on the end of my dick. After
wanting him so badly from the minute I saw him in the parking lot, now he
is just the receptacle that is going to catch my load soon. But the stud
behind me....the stud behind me is masterful. I'm in the zone.


Will this really satisfy me for now? Get the urge out of my system? Or am
I just getting started.

When I start to cum, my contractions push my breeder over the edge, too.
It seems like my orgasm goes on forever; but I can still feel him
spurting in me after I'm done. As the jeep guy silently bends over to
pull up his green work pants, I see my load oozing out of his gaping
hole. I'm doing a better job of holding in the sperm my anonymous breeder
just deposited in me. As he gives me a parting kiss, he lets his hand
drop down so he can slide a finger inside me. Realizing the show is over,
our little audience goes back to cruising the dimly lit hallways, and my
breeder and I finish getting dressed.

"Thanks for the use of your ass, son."

"Thanks for the load, sir."

"Man, I always need to piss like a racehorse after I cum hard like that."

"I'd give anything to see that."

"Yeah? Come with me, son. Are you parked out back?"

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