His lips traced from my neck to my cheek, then to my lips. Feeling his man-heat against my chest felt pretty damn good, and I damn near came in my underwear when he bent his head down and started kissing and nibbling my neck. I was about to drop to my knees when he surprised me by pulling me against him and holding me close. When I finished, I saw that he'd taken his underwear off but had left his socks on. I'd never been naked with a man before (or with a woman, come to think of it), and I hesitantly undressed down to my underwear. He pulled into the garage, waited for the garage door to close, then led me into the house.Īs soon as we got into the living room, he pulled his shirt, shoes and pants off, and suggested I do the same. It didn't take long before we were in a nondescript, cookie-cutter subdivision.you know, the kind where every fourth house is the same design. I felt embarrassed, thinking that anyone could see me doing it, but that didn't stop me from stroking him the whole time he drove to his house. I knew I shouldn't, but I found myself climbing into the passenger seat of his car.Īs soon as he pulled out of the parking lot, his hand grabbed mine and placed it on the bulge in his pants. "I don't want you changing your mind," he grinned. I tried to pull away to go to my car, but he gently but firmly led me to his. He half-guided, half-pulled me out of the booth and out of the bookstore to the parking lot. I wanted to protest, say "no", but when my mouth opened I was shocked to hear me say "OK" instead. My own dick was hard as a rock until he said, "Let's go to my place." Scared, my dick wilted as he pulled himself out of my mouth, pushed his hard cock inside his pants, and pulled me to my feet by my shoulder. I wasn't blowing him as much as he was fucking my face and for some reason that REALLY turned me on. He started pumping himself in and out of my mouth, his hand grabbing a handful of my hair and guiding my head with it. I'd learned to control my gag reflex a long time before, but the suddenness of it caught me off-guard and I choked/gagged on him for a second before he pulled back. My mouth opened on it's own, and in no time he was pressed against the back of my throat. He really didn't give me time to react, stepping up to me and placing his hand gently on the back of my head.
He hadn't bothered to tuck his cock back into his pants, and it bounced slightly as I stared at him. He was older than my 20 by a good decade or two, shorter than me, and seemed fairly fit. I was clumsily scrambling to get to my feet, made difficult because of the wet slick floor, when it swung open and he slipped inside. I looked, and in the flickering light of the video saw that I hadn't locked the booth door. On my knees, spit dripping from my lower lip, I was confused until I heard him say, "I'm coming over."Ī shock ran through me. I was really going to town on him, expecting him to explode in my mouth at any second when he suddenly pulled out of my mouth. He was about 6 inches, kinda thick, with a big mushroom head. I was sucking a real nice cock through a glory hole one Saturday morning. I didn't mind the taste, but couldn't bring myself to swallow a guys cum until I met Robby. My personal best was fourteen, and my lips were raw when I finally got my fill. I'd usually suck anywhere between five and ten guys over the weekend. On the weekend, however, I let loose my inner slut. I'd go infrequently during the week.maybe once or twice, suck a dick, then head home. I didn't want them in my booth or to go anywhere with them for personal safety reasons.I didn't want to get my ass kicked or worse. Well, by "meet", I mean I blew them through the glory holes. In my younger, wilder days, I'd meet guys at the local ABS.