Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2007 20:03:14 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Straight Guy, Gay Porn Shop

	I needed a job, and I really didn't give a fuck where it was. I saw
a help wanted ad in the window of a video store, and walked in to talk to
the manager. As it turns out, the place is a fucking one stop-shop for
queers. Porno videos, DVD's, magazine, dildos, cock rings, rush, penis
pumps, leather goods, sadistic wear, S & M gadgets, life size male blow-up
dolls, anal beads, lubricants, massage lotions, condoms, ointments,
anything you can name, they had.

	I have to admit, I was very turned off while being interviewed for
the job, just the thought of all those gay guys buying pornos and dildos
were enough to make me want to toss my cookies. However, the manager was
looking for someone to work immediately, as the kid they had hired over the
summer had just went back to school for the fall and they needed to replace
him pronto. All I had to do was sweep and mop up, straighten up around the
store, prevent shop lifters, and aid customers with whatever help they
needed to make purchases. When I asked just how far was I expected to go
when helping these...customers, the manager insisted that it was all within
normal limits. I wasn't expected to do anything unordinary in aiding any of
the customers. That made me feel better, as I could just guess what some of
those fags would request I do for them!

	I took the job, and the manager put me to work immediately. He
showed me the lay-out of the store, including the back rooms and store room
where they kept some of their merchandise. He took me out into the back of
the shop to show me where the dumpsters were kept, and then showed me the
utilities room where they kept the mops and cleaning supplies.
	The front of the store housed all of their merchandise, all of the
toys, magazine, and videos a fag could want. In the back of the store were
the video booths where they pay $1 to watch 2 minutes worth of video in
private. I knew those booths from the straight stores I'd visited, and knew
they were for jerking off, which meant I'd be moping up a lot of cum at the
end of the night. I took out the broom and dust pan and began sweeping up
the video booths. That's when I noticed a few of them in the back had holes
in the walls where you could see straight into the next booth. I figured
those holes were for the voyeurs and exhibitionists.

	There was one other guy that worked the store along with us, and
the was the clerk. He manned the register, and never left his post or its
video cameras which helped keep an eye on shop lifters.
	As customers started to arrive more, I couldn't help but notice the
array of men that wandered around the store. Not all of them looked
queer. Some were dressed in business suits, while others were dressed in
casual clothes. Most looked like ordinary men I might know; bosses,
neighbors, fathers, husbands..., only a few of them I could peg just by
looking at them that they were out and out gay. Most I just assumed were by
association to the store..., what straight guy would come into a gay porn
shop? I mean besides me?

	Though the store had a steady steam of customers all afternoon, it
was the hours between 5 and 7 that turned out to be the most busiest of the
day. I tried keeping an eye on things as the manager requested, but there
were just too many men stalking around to keep tabs on all of them. Some
were browsing the magazine racks, massaging the bulges which tented the
fronts of the slacks and jeans. Others checked out the DVD's or the dildos
stands which also housed the anal beads, lubricants, and other
miscellaneous items in popular demand. But it was the back aisle where the
video booths were that got the most attention.
	I noticed a lot of men walking back and forth up and down the
aisle, as if trying to decide which booth they wanted to enter. I later
found out that this was a form of cruising, how gay men scan each other
with brief glances and silent signals. I also learned that some of them
were waiting for the last 4 booths to open, which were the ones that housed
the holes. I figures the guys in there were probably getting off peeking in
on each other which they jacked off to the movies. Little did I know that
there was a lot more than that going on at the time. I caught several guys
checking me out. I don't think they thought I was gay or anything, as it
was obvious that I worked there; but I caught more than a couple checking
out my crotch as they walked by, or asked me some meaningless question just
to get me to talk to them. At first I found it offensive, but then I
thought it was funny. They were so gay and cock crazy, that they barely
looked each other in the eyes, they all seemed to walk with their heads
down looking at crotch view.

	Towards the end of the day when they crowds started to clear out, I
went back into the store area and pulled out the mop and bucket, then
started tidying up the booth area. When I opened the doors to the last
couple of booths, I noticed an extra amount of cum in those. Cum was skeet
all over the floors, on the walls, and some even dribbled down the sides of
the holes where it looked like someone stuck they're dick through and
came. I thought -how disgusting was that, to be minding your business
jacking off, and suddenly see some guy's dick shove through the hole and
start cumming on your side of the wall! It was until the manager (AJ)
explained to me that the holes were for "cock suckers", who sat in the
booths and sucked the cocks of anyone who came in. "That fucking nasty!" I
recall saying in total disgust. How perverted were these guys to suck a
stranger's cock through a fucking hole in the wall? How desperate and
depraved do you have to be to stoop so low?

	I drove back home that night feeling like a needed to bath from all
the filth. I ordered myself a pizza, then called up one of my booty-calls
to see if I could get some pussy to take my mind off work. When that
failed, I put in one of my trusty videos and decided to take matters into
my own hands. But no matter how long I pulled on my pub, nothing felt as
good as a pair of lips or a hot pussy. I decided to stop jacking and just
wait until I could line me up something better on the weekend.

	The next day at work, I was lining the racks with new DVD's that
just came in, when I noticed AJ (the manager) ducking into the last
booth. Curiosity got the better of me, as I wandered into the back of the
store to see what he was up to. I say the red light on at the top of the
next to last booth, indicating that someone was inside. AJ had entered the
last booth, which meant he was in one of the booths with the gloryholes. I
went into the third booth from the end, and peered down through the
gloryhole leading into the next booth. I could see a man on his knees,
bobbing his head back and forth in from of the hole on the opposite
wall. Was AJ over there getting his dick sucked? I left the both with mixed
feelings and emotions. Was AJ gay? Or just horny?
	By the time the door to the last booth opened, I was moping up the
area when AJ and I came face to face. He chuckled with embarrassment when
he discovered that I must have known what he was up to. "Listen man..., I'm
not gay, but there are certain perks you get for working in a gay shop!"

"Perks like what?" I asked, curiously.

"Well..., when my wife wants to act up and refuse to give me pussy..., I
still get to get my rocks off here!"

"Here?" I asked, playing confused.

"Yeah man. Why jack off when you can get one of these gay guys to suck you
off?"

"That's queer, man!" I said, honestly.

"Only if you're the one giving head, man! It's not queer to get your cock
sucked! Straight guys do it all the time! Some of them come here just to
dump a load in a queer's mouth, then go home to their families! They're not
looking to precipitate, or take some man home with them. All they want is
to dump a load and go! You'll see..., it's better than going home to an
empty house or a woman who refuses to service you like you want!"
	I sure understood those two scenarios, having lived them both last
night.

	I took what AJ said and thought about for the rest of the day. My
cock got hard as I thought about getting it sucked. It'd been a while since
its had any real attention on a regular basis. I noticed a guy eyeing me
from the magazine rack, he couldn't have no more than 20 or so. His eyes
stayed on my cock bulge. At first I tried to conceal it, but then I decided
to show it off, just to see what would happen. That's when I noticed him
licking his lips, as if already envisioning himself swallowing my
cock. When I walked into the back of the store, I saw him follow
me. Curiously I turned towards the last booth. I saw him watching my every
move. When my cock took over my thinking, I found myself ducking inside. By
the time I locked the door, he was already in the adjoining booth, locking
his door and adding money to the video feed.
	I stood there nervously, unsure what to do next. I saw the light in
his booth dim, then say the video screen come on. A few seconds later, I
saw his eyeball looking into my booth. When he saw me just standing there,
he put his mouth up to the hole and started licking his lips lewdly.

	Instinct took over as I unzipped my pants, and hefted out my hard
cock. I stepped up to my wall, then placed my cock head up to the
hole. Immediately it was greeted with his warm lips and tongue. He started
licking and the head, lapping at the piss slit and bathing the tip in
spit. As I pushed more cock through the hole, his lips encircled my cock
head, sucking me into his mouth. I pushed the rest of my dick through the
hole, and was rewarded with his tongue sliding down the underbelly as his
lips inched along the ridges. Soon he was bobbing his head back and forth,
giving me a great blow job as he took most of my 8 inch cock into his
mouth. I leaned my body against the wall, pushing my entire cock through to
give him total access. He sucked up and down the full length, swallowing my
cock expertly as he took me deep into his throat. I never felt anything so
deliciously velvety and hot as his mouth. I couldn't believe this grand
blow job was coming from another guy. A stranger to boot, someone I had
never even seen before was performing one of the most intimate acts one can
perform for a guy, and I had no idea who he was.
	His mouth traveled up and down the full length of my cock, bathing
every inch his warm saliva. I could hear him moan in delight as he sucked
me off, obviously enjoying the taste of my cock as he worked me over. I had
to stifle a few groans myself, not wanting him to know how quickly he had
me on the ropes. I prided myself on my stamina, able to fuck women for
close to an hour before choosing to dump my loads inside them. But like
most men, I was a sucker for deep throat, and this guy keep taking me all
the way down until he had my cock throbbing like a sore thumb.

	I tired holding off for as long as I could, but I could feel myself
quickly losing ground as his sucking got stronger and my cock got
weaker. Every time he took me into his throat, I could feel my cock stiffen
harder, tingling with anticipation of cumming. I started humping the wall,
fucking his mouth as he swallowed me time and again. I could feel my legs
starting to tremble as my balls tightened in their hairy sack. The guy must
have sensed I was cumming, as his mouth tightened and he began sucking even
harder. I was moaning louder and louder, unable to control myself as my
climax approached fast. Before I could even warn him, I cock swelled, then
started erupting load after thick rich load of potent straight laced sperm
directly into his faggot sucking mouth. I heard the guy gag, gargle, then
gulp down every spurt of my semen as I fed it to him. His used his mouth to
milk me dry, pumping my machine as he took all of my seed.
	I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath while the man
on the other side continued to suckle me. I love having my cock sucked
after I cum, but right now wasn't the place or time. I yanked my cock from
the hole, then tucked it into my pants and exited the booth. The kid came
out right after me, eager let me know how much he appreciated sucking my
crank. "I'm usually here twice a week if you'd like to hook up again!" he
whispered, much to my dismay. I really wasn't in a talky mood, and I
certainly didn't want anyone knowing I'd just let the faggot suck me.
"Sure!" I said, walking off quickly to lose myself in the back store room
area.