0 comments/ 134353 views/ 11 favorites Married Man's Night Out By: KJ This is a true story. Just a bit of background. I am married to a great woman. Have been for 15 years. Have three great kids. And have maintained my vows for the entire time. However when I was in College, I was quite a player. Including some bi action. Over the years I had never forgotten those times and action. I often caught myself thinking or even fantasizing about them. I am now 40. But I look a young 30. I have a cut and muscular but not a big massive body. Excellent looks, and still have a pretty full head of hair. Over the past few months I had been spending more and more time on the net, not so much as looking over the porn as reading the stories of sex. I found myself totally captured by them. And I eventually made it to the bi and gay section. Reading about bookstore and theater encounters took me right back to my college days. I found myself getting further and further into them. Some time after I had been reading these stories, my sister had her baby, and my wife and kids flew down to Texas to see her for a few days. I stayed behind to work. The evening my wife left, I did my usual screening of erotic stories. Except this time I just started and stayed in the bi/gay section. I loved the nameless encounters. The stories were so much like I remembered from my college days so many years ago. As I was sifting through the links I found a website advertising where many bookstores are located. That's when I knew I'd be going on a road trip. The next day was Saturday, and I headed for Louisville early afternoon. I live in Indiana, but there was no way I was going to watch or do anything in my hometown, I worked a high profile job. Louisville it was. I was also telling myself I was only going to watch, not play. I was married, faithfully, to a great gal, and I didn't want to risk loosing that or catching anything. And since the stories that seemed to make me the hottest were about white guys like me doing black guys, I decided my interests this evening would be to watch over the dark side of the force, so to speak. With my list of sites from the web page, I set out on my great adventure. I stopped at an adult theater with a bookstore in southern Indiana. Entering the place, the memories came flooding back. I had never even seen this place before, but the layout and contents seemed so like something I had seen a million times. I walked around and looked at the merchandise before getting up the nerve to buy a ticket for the theater. The theaters were divided up into a couples and a singles only place. I found myself wishing for a woman to check out the couples only theater. But into the single I headed. It seemed like an eternity before my vision adjusted. When it did, I saw the old familiar layout of an adult movie theater. There were about seven rows of seats, maybe eight or 10 across. The back row butted up to the back wall. That was different from the others I had been in years ago. But the web site confirmed this was a happening place. I settled into the back row and took in the flick and allowed my nerves and vision to settle in. Little by little I began to see the sign of sexual activity. A man over there jacking off. An older guy over there jacking off the guy next to him. And on the other side of the back row, someone blowing someone else. Yea, it was becoming something I remembered well. I could also feel my lust and desires building, despite my reservations. However, after about 20 minutes, I walked out of the theater, the movie sucked and the action didn't keep my attention. The other side of the place had video booths. I figured I'd have a look over there. I bought $5 worth of tokens, again something else new to me, and headed in. The place was semi dark. I could see video cameras monitoring each hall. No public corner action here, something I remember enjoying well from my college days. In spite of the cameras the halls were somewhat crowded with men just standing around. Some talking to each other, some obviously looking for some action. I began to open doors and look inside the booths. About a third of them seemed to have glory holes in them. I stepped inside one and before I got my door closed I saw a very old and quite frankly very fat guy practically dive into the one next to me. I just turned and walked out. That too was as I remembered it from my younger days. Walking away chuckling to myself I told myself that I guess I still had something about me. At some point I had actually bought a box of condoms and lube from the front desk. Somewhat embarrassed by it because there was a stripper standing behind the counter talking on the phone when I did it. But I walked around the halls in the both area just looking over the people in the place. I was always a people watcher, so this fit me just fine, except now I was also beginning to wonder about the people in a different way. Along the back hall I encountered a black man just standing leaning against the wall watching the people go by. Well, my lusts cranked up another notch and I found myself making eye contact. It was only for a second, and then I stepped into a booth. Here was something else new to me. The booth took dollars as well as the tokens, and besides the main screen, four smaller screens constantly changed between the movies. I was enjoying the on screen action when the booth door opened and the black guy from the hall walked in. My heart jumped in my chest, I could feel my pulse quicken as I had a decision to make. Ask him to leave, or let him stay. Along with my heart, my lusts jumped up quite a bit also. We looked into each others eyes for a second or two, and the lust in my face had to have been obvious. He placed one hand around my neck and gently forced me to my knees. As I slid down I could feel every bit of restraint and reservation disappear. I undid his jeans and pulled out a rock hard cock. He was about my size, seven inches or so, not overly thick, but his sack was huge, bigger than mine. I sucked on his cock head, but found myself drawn to his nuts. I licked them and one by one gently sucked them into my mouth. I could tell he was enjoying himself. His positioning of his hands on my head spoke volumes. Those college memories came flowing like a river. I always secretly loved being led, or semi-controlled. The feel of my partners hands on my head, directing me to what their needs and desires are were such a turn on for me. This was no exception. I suddenly discovered, not only was I no longer harboring any reservations, I was into it. Now I needed it. The floodgates had opened. I raised my mouth to his cock and swallowed him in one smooth motion. I always had the ability, given the chance, to deep throat most any cock I ever sucked. I think that ability, and the fact that in those days I loved doing it, always led me to wanting men that were hung. The bigger the better for sucking I always thought. A challenge. A desire. A need. It was all here again. I greedily sucked his cock. I began sucking up and down, going all the way to his cock base and tonguing his balls with him buried in my mouth. I couldn't get over the size of his sac. Mine is nicely hung, and my wife always says how much she likes the feel of it smacking her as we fuck. I knew right then and there, I had to feel that sensation. I put a non-lubed condom on him and sucked him more as I prepared myself. It had been many years, so I made sure I was good and ready. I turned around and bent over the stool. Not a single word between us had been spoken and yet he knew what I desired. He slipped right up and began to work himself into me. I was tight. It had been many years, but I knew it was going to feel good again after a few minutes. He worked me slowly, but firmly, and after a few minutes, "was balls deep", as it's said. He began to stroke inside me. Sliding in, and then almost all the way out. A real fuck. None of this putting it in and pretending to move it around. He was hard, and was using it. As I relaxed more he began to push harder and faster. I was finally able to establish a rhythm to match his thrusts. I could tell he was beginning to get close. He was squeezing his cock inside me and I was squeezing back. He began moving faster. But even with the condom on I didn't want him cumming inside me. I tried to time him, paying attention to his strokes. When I figured him pretty close I pulled off him, spun around dropped to my knees and offered him my face. He pulled the condom off and grabbed my forehead and shot a perfect arch of cum right onto my chin. I shut my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of his hot load splattering on my face. When he finished I moved to take him into my mouth. Most of the men I remembered would pull away from that, not wanting any more contact on their sensitive head. In fact I was banking on him doing just that. But he surprised me, allowing me to take him in and suck on his sensitive head. I could taste his cum on the corners of my mouth and his cock. I sucked him until he completely lost his hardness. When I stood up, he wiped my face with a paper towel the management had seen fit to provide in each booth. I thanked him, speaking our first words, but he laughed and said, "no, thank you." Then he turned and left the booth. And just like that, I had gone back 15 years. Back to the fun I used to have as a college athlete and student. It wasn't about men, it was about sex. I loved performing oral sex. On women, and men. And I knew my night was only just beginning. Part two After the booth encounter, I headed back to the theater to see if anything more exciting was going on. I was completely into the mood now. Looking for an encounter. Wanting very much to go at it again. I felt those old feelings rising to the surface after a 15 year hiatus. Settling back into the theater, I was disappointed to discover nothing new going on in here. The movie was still the same old stinker, and no new prospects seemed to have appeared. Once my eyes completely adjusted I was able to confirm my thoughts. "Nothing cooking in here." I pulled out my sheet of locations and decided to drive the last couple of miles into Louisville. Two locations appeared to be close together, and I hit the first one about 15 minutes after leaving the theater in Indiana. This place was much seeder. Again, very much like I remembered some things. This place had about 15 booths or so, and was semi dark. The guy sitting at the desk was old and fat. Cameras were scattered around the area, however there were a few gaps and a couple of guys were standing around in these gaps. I went in to the first booth I encountered. It was very large. About four or five feet wide and at least ten feet long. Again, the doors were full length. I slid a dollar into the video screen and looked at a bench that was at least seven feet long itself. At the end closest to the door was a glory hole. It was in a perfect position to allow someone to lie on their back with their head hanging over the edge and have that hole perfectly positioned. It didn't take long for the booth next to me to become occupied. I dropped down to peek through the hole. Excellent, a black guy. He didn't even bother to drop any cash, just unzipped and walked up to the hole. He looked like he had a nice package. I found myself placing my mouth up against the hole, hoping he'd just slid right in. I was rewarded with just what I desired. In came a nice black cock. Maybe seven to eight inches long. Semi thick. Straight, with almost no curve. It rolled right into my mouth. I opened up and allowed him to go as far as he was able. I began to slowly suck on it. It had a pleasant taste with a very definite after shave smell. I worked it slowly, playing with the head. Giving it a solid wetting with my saliva I sucked it in, putting pressure in the most sensitive of areas. I tongued up and down the sides. I found that I was completely lost in this. I was so enjoying myself. After a few minutes he pulled out, I thought he might be close, but he leaned down and told me he wanted to "fuck me." "Come over here" he said. I opened up the door, and as I started to open the next one, he came out and motioned for me to follow him into the third booth. There were a few guys walking around and a couple of them watched us go into the booth. Well, I figured, this place must be pretty open and safe. We went in and locked the door behind us. I dropped to my knees and began to open his pants. I heard the door rattle as someone tried to open it up. Pulling out his cock, I immediately took over where I left off. I sucked his head into my mouth and put plenty of pressure on him, trying to draw him in with just my mouth, seeing if he would respond. He placed his hands around my head and slid himself completely inside my mouth. Letting out a small groan, he dropped his pants to the floor and pulled me up off my knees. I knew he wanted to fuck badly. I placed a condom over his cock, and sucked him a bit more while I started to lube his tool. He told me to lie on my back on the bench. He placed my legs over his shoulders and closed up to fuck me. The positioning wasn't the best, but we made it work. He pushed himself inside me and inch by inch, he worked it in. His thickness was more than I anticipated. But after I got conformable with it, I began to try to move with him, enjoying this feeling. He was pulling my legs up and trying to drive deep inside me. I rose to meet him, squeezing him with my strong ass muscles. He was trying to ride me like a horse, the position was uncomfortable, but the feeling was wonderful. We fucked in this position for maybe ten minutes. He began to push harder and I knew he was getting close. I wanted very much to feel him cum inside me, but for safety, I was set against it. I pulled back and pushed him off me, and dropping to my knees, I once again pulled off a rubber, and covered a cock that had just been giving me an ass pounding, with my hot and ready mouth. He almost instantly began to unload in my mouth. Pulling off I allowed him to spurt all over my face. The one shot I had taken I forced out of the corners of my mouth. I could feel my face being covered by hot sticky goo. I was pulling on my cock, getting closer to getting off myself. As he finished unloading I relaxed and sank down completely to my knees. Running my hands over my face and mouth. I even found myself sucking my fingers clean. As I was still down low, he zipped up and just like that, walked out the door. I reached up to close it and lock it to clean up when another black guy walked right in. He startled me, and I began to cover up, but he was already waving a nice hard cock in my face even before the door closed completely. I closed my eyes and allowed him to have his way. He smacked my face a few times with his cock, and then started talking dirty to me. My cock twitched, I was going to enjoy this. He forcefully grabbed the back of my head and slid his cock in balls deep, not even giving me a chance to resist or prepare for him. "Suck it you bitch", he said. "Swallow my cock". I completely opened up and offered my mouth to him. He never let go of my head as he worked his cock into and out of my mouth. He was at least seven inches, average thickness. Balls drawn up tight, slapping against my chin. My spit was running out of the corners of my mouth. He pulled completely out and the spit was hanging off his cock and my mouth. I could feel the heaviness of the fluid I had generated with my mouth action. I tried to suck him back in, but he held my face away saying, "you want it don't you baby?" "Yea, come for my cock, suck it down your hot mouth." I reached forward with my mouth as he pushed straight in, all the way. I gagged. He didn't even slow down. I thought just for a second I might loose my cookies. He backed up just enough to allow me to grab a breath. Then in it came again. As he reached full depth, I could feel his balls slapping my chin and lips. He wiggled his hips. Trying to rotate his cock around in my throat. He flexed dick muscle, and my eyes started to water. I just needed a few seconds to get prepared and to breathe. However it seemed he didn't want that. He continued to flex inside my mouth until I started to force him away. He then withdrew and smacked my face with that rock hard black cock. He said something like, "my black cock looks great against your white skin". I almost came right then. He continued to smack my face and jack off at the same time. I was now trying to get him back into my mouth. The cum from my previous lover was drying on my face. I could feel it harden with every slap of this lovers cock on my lips and cheeks. I was still tying to get him into my mouth when he let out a small moan and pulled the back of my head to his rod. He began to shoot hot cum on my cheeks and mouth. I kept my mouth shut and allowed him to unload on me. He came and came. He must have had a gallons worth. I was covered. It felt like my entire face was just soaked in cum. I was on fire. I looked up into his eyes with a look that had to say thank you. He pulled away, wiped himself and zipping up went out the door. Although I was secretly hoping maybe someone else would walk in, I really wanted to clean my face up first. Using the paper towels that an obviously friendly management had provided, I used quite a few cleaning myself up. When I thought I was looking presentable, I walked out of the booth and headed for the restroom I saw to wash my face clean also. As I stepped out of the restroom I wondered what else this night might hold in store for me. Looking back to the first booth I had entered I saw the light on, indicating it was occupied. However the light in the adjoining booth was not lit. I walked in and dropped down to peek through the hole. I was rewarded by the site of a very young looking white guy with a huge cock getting sucked by yet another black guy. I stayed in this position until I saw what was obviously the white guy getting off. The black mouth seemed to savor every drop and I'm sure didn't loose any of it as he swallowed. Afterwards, the black guy stuck his fingers through the hole. I knew his feelings well, but getting sucked was not what I wanted at this moment. I walked out into the hall area again, but all the booths seemed occupied and no one was standing around. Figuring I had gotten about as lucky as I was going to get, I pulled out my list and headed to my third stop of the evening. Taking stock of my situation, I had had quite a nights worth of activity by anyone's standards, but true to that old college form, I found myself far from satisfied. Part three. I headed south to the next location on my list. I was pleased to see it was only a few miles away on the same road. This place was by far the seediest. Not to mention the dirtiest. The booths were just off the main floor area. There were about 12 or so. No cameras were visible, and a few guys were hanging out in the hall. There were two black guys among them. I looked the better looking of the two of them right in the eye and stepped into the booth next to where he was standing. Bingo! There was a nice size hole in the booth to my left. I had not even settled in when the guy walked into the booth I was looking into. As he slid a dollar into the machine I stuck my tongue through the hole then withdrew to watch what he was going to do. He looked down and into the hole, I looked right into his eyes and then slid my lips up to the hole. I saw him reaching for his pants as I closed the gap. His cock slid into my mouth just like it was designed for it. This was a beauty. I had to pull back to look it over. Excellent. This was the cock I had secretly lusted for all night. Nine inches, and wonderfully thick, but with no real upward curve. The perfect sucking toy for my eager mouth. And I eagerly sucked it down. This was the kind of challenge I loved. Sucking a big cock deep into my throat. I began to work up a messy spit on his cock. Tonguing the shaft up and down the sides. Sucking on the head, then fucking his cock with my mouth, I began to take more and more into my throat with each down stroke. Finally after maybe 10 minutes of sucking, licking and playing with this magnificent cock I swallowed the whole thing. I heard him call out "oh yea!" And I sucked him harder. Allowing my throat muscles to constrict and expand on his long shaft. I knew tomorrow morning my mouth would be sore, but hell, that's what cough drops are made for. I wanted this cock all night long. Married Man's Night Out Ch. 2 Thank you to everyone who read and voted on my story. Especially thank you to the people who took the time to respond to me. I appreciate it. I was asked by quite a few people to share the other time I went back down to Louisville while my wife was out, so here it is. I wish I could tell you it was as hot and exciting as the first time, but it wasn't. It was hot and exciting, but the first night was better. I went back down again a few days later. It was a Tuesday, not a weekend, but I had taken most of the day off for just that reason, to go back down and try again to duplicate my other nights experience. My wife was still out of town for a few days, and I had just talked with her the night before. I even managed to get through all the guilt feelings I had when we talked, and here I was again. I decided this time to skip the theater in Indiana, and go straight to Louisville. I had my list from the internet, and had even added a few spots to the list. I still had all my protection and such, and felt I was ready. I know my desires were on the upswing for the whole drive south. When I arrived at the first bookstore in Louisville, it was around 12:30, lunch time there. I was hoping that would mean plenty of potential encounters. Walking in I noticed a different clerk, but that made sense, being a different time and everything. No one was standing in the hall area, and I figured maybe the clerk wasn't friendly. I saw one of the booths I had been in was open, but the one next to it was occupied, so I stepped right in. Without dropping any money I just looked right in the glory hole and was rewarded by the site of two guys jacking each other while they kissed. I dropped some cash and proceeded to watch the show. I couldn't see any facial details because they were kissing and going at it. They both were white, average cocks, both hard and stroking each other. As I watched one dropped down to his knees and proceeded to suck on the other. The guy getting sucked ran his hands around the others head, (I love that), and proceeded to guide his mouth all around his cock and balls. By now they knew I was watching, but just kept on going. Finally, I saw the guy being sucked tense up and grab the other guys head. The guy sucking sped up and gave all he had and it appeared he was rewarded. I know he came in his mouth, the guy sucking swallowed it, or seemed to. I was hard as a rock then. I've always wanted to swallow, but never have because of safety issues. I guess I would need another married man like myself for that fantasy. After they finished, the guy on his knees stood up and they started kissing again. They looked like two lovers just engaged in some wonderful secret sex. I have always loved watching also, so this was just great with for me. They both left the booth and I flipped through the movies until my money ran out. Because no one had stepped into the adjoining booth, I walked out when my movie was over. The place seemed deserted, although lights were on in a few of the booths. I decided I had plenty of time, and went down the road to the second place I had such great luck. This place was exactly like it was before. Seedy and dirty with a few men just standing in the hall. I became excited almost right away. I went into an open booth, and dropped a bill. Almost right away someone came into the next booth. I tried to look up to see who it was, but he was standing close to the wall, and I couldn't see any of him except his lower body. He immediately pulled out his cock and started to stroke it to get hard. He was a white guy, and had an average size cock that swelled up nicely. I offered my mouth to the hole and he eagerly stepped up. He was clean, and I was thankful for that, however after sucking on him a few minutes, I pulled off to place a non-lubed condom over his cock. I then continued sucking him until he came. With the condom in place I sucked him as greedily and as hard as he could take it. Finally, he had to withdraw, and did just that, I never was able to see what he looked like, not that I really wanted to, but sometimes I like to see their faces without them seeing mine. Nothing else happened in here for a bit, so I pulled out my list and decided to visit a new spot on the list. Just down the street was another theater. No booths, just two theaters. I paid my money and walked into the first one of the two. I was rewarded instantly by seeing two guys sucking together on a black cock. They didn't even attempt to back away when I walked in the door. I figured this place had seen a lot of action. Watching, I almost was tempted to drop down and join them, but while I like watching, barging in on someone else's action I was never into. (Unless invited). So in this case I just watched, along with about five other guys it turned out. As I watched, the black guy became week kneed and obviously shot off a load into their willing faces and mouth's, it was quite hot to watch. I decided to try the other theater after that. Walking in I didn't see any aisle action, but I did see some sucking action going on in the rows of seats. I took an open seat in the rear and settled in to watch the action, thinking maybe something might arouse me enough to become involved. After about 20-30 minutes of watching the screen and the real action, the door swung open and a good looking guy, about my age walked in and stood next to my seat, allowing his eyes to adjust. After a few minutes, when I knew his eyes were just fine, I noticed he had not moved. If anything, he was a bit closer to me now than a few minutes ago. I looked over and he was rubbing his crotch through his pants. I became very intrigued. I wanted to see what he had to offer. He looked down at me and I decided to stand up beside him. Well we of course attracted some heads that turned our way. So giving them a few minutes to go back to the screen we just stood next to each other. Heat was building, I could feel it and I'm certain he could also. I decided to make the first move. I reached down to his pants and rubbed his hard cock. Then I decided I was going to just suck him, right there. I undid his zipper and pulled his cock out. It was nice, 6-7" hard as a rock, with a slight upward curve. I looked him in the eye, smiled and dropped down to my knees and began sucking on his cock. I worked over his head, then ran my tongue along his shaft and then sucked him down into my mouth again. I knew he was getting close, and he pushed me away and turned and jacked off facing away from me. I stayed down and watched from my close up view. It really is an interesting site watching a man cum. I like 'shooters' better than guys that just 'dribble' it out. He was a shooter. I almost wished he would have turned and unloaded on my face. I didn't get any more action in those theaters. I watched some, but nothing that caught my attention. I then drove a few miles more to another site from my list. This one was a combination hotel and bookstore type place. Maybe some of you in the Louisville area know it. I had never seen anything like it before. I walked into the bookstore only to find two couples shopping and laughing, having a good time with themselves. I would loved to have joined them, as couple action was always on my most favorite things list. There was also a very old and fat troll hanging around. He winked at me and it was all I could to keep from laughing. That may seem cold hearted I know, but that's not my inclinations. While I was watching the couples, a black guy walked in to the bookstore. He looked over the movies, and went into the booth by the end. As we went in, he motioned for me to enter the one next to him. I didn't need any more convincing. I dropped some bills and looked into the large glory hole in the wall. He was already stroking himself. He was about 5'8" a bit overweight, but he had a nice cock. It was at least 9" and pretty thick. I wanted it. He offered it right up to me. In it came and I eagerly sucked on it. Willing him to push everything he had through that hole in the wall. The texture was smooth and silky. Nice and hard, he liked to flex it while I was sucking on it. The angle kept me from taking all of him into my mouth at once, but I was sure trying hard. After about five minutes or so he pulled out and I thought he might ask me to suck mine, something I didn't want yet. When it comes to sex with men, once I get off, I am sometimes ready to quit. With women, I love to keep going, but with men, I find myself ready to bail out if I get off, so no matter how hard or worked up I get, I try not to get off until I am good and ready. But he leaned in and told me he had a room here at the hotel. I had to think about that for a few minutes, well maybe one minute, and said lead the way. We walked out of the bookstore, and into almost the first room. I don't know if anyone saw us or not, but I didn't really care. As soon as we were through the door, I dropped to my knees and he walked right up to me pulling out his cock. Now in the confines of this hotel room I felt pretty secure and he must have to because he began to talk dirty and nasty to me. Exactly the thing I have always like to get me really worked up. I started working his cock over harder and faster, getting it all wet and ready for me to try to take him all the way down my throat. I sucked him that way for a bit, but because of his thickness and curve, couldn't swallow all of it. I made that my goal. I wanted it all the way in, down to the base. I kept sucking and he kept up a litany of profanity, calling me a sweet whore and cock slut. The more he talked, the more I found myself sucking him harder and faster, trying to swallow his cock. He suddenly pulled out and asked me to lead over the bed with my head over the edge. I knew I would be able to deep throat him that way, but I can't go very long in that position. As I positioned myself, he opened the curtains about a quarter of the way. I didn't bother to complain. As along with watching, being watched is a big turn on for me. He then stepped back to where I was lying down and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Stroking his cock again, he took up the dirty talk and called me a sweet little white cock sucker. He then proceeded to try to run that tool down my throat. That's the problem with this position, while I can suck down more cock that way, overcoming the curve, I loose some control, and this guy tried to run it right home. I need a few seconds to adjust and fought him. After a few seconds, and when he had finally worked it all the way in, I relaxed and allowed him to do as he pleased. He began to fuck my mouth and throat. And he didn't want to go to easy. He started a rapid movement than I had trouble breathing with. Finally I gagged quite a bit and he pulled back allowing me to catch a breath, then he went right back at it. He held my head in his hands, supporting me and proceeded to just fuck away. Moving in and out and rotating his hips around while he was deep inside my mouth. I fought the gagging again, but sometimes still lost and couldn't help but choke on him. At about this time he said someone was watching us through the window, but I couldn't turn to see anyone, so I don't know if that's true or not. But it did excite me to think someone may have been watching. By now I was getting a headache and started to move back on the bed, trying to get a better position. He backed off and told me he was close to cumming and wanted to shoot off on my face. I was a bit disappointed, hoping maybe we would fuck. I wanted to get fucked. But I dropped down to my knees and he jacked off a few times then let out a long throaty moan and shot off all over my face. I kept my eyes closed and felt shot after shot hitting my face. When he was done I reached out for his cock to stroke it but he pulled it away and backed away. I went into the bathroom to clean up and as I did so looked at my face covered in cum. I found it almost unbearably exciting. I was covered in it. I wished I had had a camera to be truthful. But I cleaned up and left. My jaw and throat were sore, but I was hoping I would not be finished just yet, hell it was still early. I left the room, looking around to see if anyone seemed to be paying attention to me. I didn't see anyone and went back into the bookstore. The couples were gone, and in fact, I soon realized that the place was empty except for the clerks. I got back on the road and headed back north. The attendant at the theater said as long as I kept my ticket, I could get back in all day long. When I reentered the theater I was once again rewarded by some action going on in the back of the room. Two older guys were jacking each other off. I moved to the side were I could watch both them and the screen as my eyes adjusted. Eventually one of them bent over and sucked the other off. After that show, I drifted back into the other theater. Again, nothing was really going on. When I was in college, I didn't really hit theaters. First of all, there were really only a few around that I knew of, and those were back in my hometown. Not an overly interesting proposition. So I really didn't have any experience with what to anticipate. I got that from reading the stories on line. So now I knew the truth. On a slow Tuesday afternoon, there's just not much going on! The movie seemed to be a blowjob special, so I hung around for a while to watch. After about an hour I left the theater and stopped in to a strip club right across the street. Figured I'd kill some time watching pretty girls until office hours closed. Maybe get some action then. Well, I killed time, not to mention about $50 bucks!!! At around 5:30 I headed back to the bookstore up the road, on of the sites that had proven so hot on my last trip. When I walked in, I could tell things were picking up. The place was crowded. At least five guys hanging around in the halls, and most of the booths seemed occupied. After a few minutes I went into a booth that as it turned out, didn't have a glory hole. But it was covered in mirrors. No kidding. Walls and ceiling, something new again… I left the door ajar so I could watch the people moving around. After a few minutes, a white guy, maybe my age, not bad looking at all, walked right up to the door, and opened it and walked in. I stepped back to make room for him. I noticed right away he had on a wedding band. I had intentionally left mine at home. He put some cash in the machine and turned toward me and said "hello". Well, I wasn't really interested in talking. I answered him and asked him if he was married. He replied yes and I asked if it was to a woman. He laughed a little and said yes again. He said he wanted his dick sucked. I reached down and began rubbing his pants. As his cock hardened up I could tell he was nicely hung. I slid down to my knees and unzipped his pants. As he moved to help me I grabbed his arms and said "no, let me do it". I proceeded pulled his pants down, and I began to suck his cock through his briefs. I could tell he was enjoying himself. I worked him over pretty good this way. Then after a few minutes of this I took the waistband in my teeth and pulled his briefs down. As I did this I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had totally forgotten about them. What a shock, and a site. I had never watched myself with a man before. It was really quite a site and unbelievably hot. Looking right into MY eyes, I sucked his cock up into my mouth in one big attack. I attempted to suck him all the way down while never taking my eyes off myself. I worked him over, sucking him as hard and as fast as I could, then slowing down to enjoy his cock. I was completely enjoying myself. So was he. He ran his hands around my head and was quite noisy in his enjoyment. I began to consider what I wanted when he came. My fantasy was to swallow, but in today's world, I just wasn't sure. He said he was married, but I was still nervous. I kept up my oral worship of his cock. I wanted to get fucked, but I was still considering how I might just swallow my first load of cum, ever. I could tell he was about to get off, and he even gave me a warning. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into my mouth and throat. As I felt him tense up, and begin to unload, I pulled off him and took it on my face. Still didn't have the guts to make that swallowing fantasy come true… After he finished cumming, I sucked him back into my mouth and worked him over gently for a few seconds more until he pulled away. He pulled his pants up and stepped out and walked right out the door to the parking lot. I finished cleaning up, and looking at myself in the mirror, fought a huge wave of guilt. When I finished I too left the bookstore. As I headed north, I passed the other location I had had the success at the other night. I stopped in to check this place out one more time. The place seemed semi crowded, and I stopped to look over the display of what was showing in the booths. While I was standing there, a uniformed police officer walked in to the bookstore, and proceeded to walk through the booth area. This was a cop. Not a security officer, but the real thing. Well, hell, I figured I was finished anyway. I left, headed back to Indiana, and didn't return. It's been a few weeks now since all this transpired. My wife and kids returned. Our life is normal, and everything is excellent. I still remember those two days, especially the first one. I also occasionally read the story I posted. I have considered sharing it with my wife. Not as a 'hey that's me' thing, but as a 'look at this story!' Just to see what would happen. I ended up writing another story just for her. Something more along the lines of something she'd like. And she did. I posted it here also. I should have changed the screen name I used for that one, but I didn't. I guess I do still do some dumb shit... Married Man's Night Out I also wanted to ride this monster. But I figured I'd just suck this guy off and enjoy this treat instead. I was on my knees to a faceless cock pumping in and out of a hole in a seedy little video booth, and I couldn't get enough of it. After another few minutes, he pulled away and bent down and asked me if I "liked to get fucked." I think I may have moaned aloud. He told me "to join him in the booth across from us." I eagerly stepped out and he followed a few seconds later and led us into a different booth. The other black guy was still standing in the hall and watched us go into this booth. This booth had no holes in it, but it had a nice size bar type stool. Perfect to lean over and take this cock in my ass. I dropped back to my knees and pulled his tool out and began sucking it again. He leaned against the wall and moaned, talking to me, calling me a little white bitch, (I'm 6' tall), and a suck whore. I loved it. Finally he pulled me up and told me he was going to fuck my ass. Hell, everybody knows how it is when you're wound up and hot. I wanted it. Right then and there, with no protection. But, I wasn't willing to risk that, so on went the condom and some lube, and we finally got down to it. I wanted it hard and rough, and he was more than willing. I remember almost begging him to "fuck me, fuck me hard!" He pressed his dick head against my ass, and just for the briefest of moments, I realized this was going to hurt some. I tried to relax as best I could, wanting him to just run it home, all the way in the first push… He tried to do just that, but I was too tight and him way to big. It took a few seconds and some serious pumping to work it all inside me. As he worked it I could feel ever inch of that cock. I had to be making noise cause it had a bite to it, and it was a bit sore. But I know I said "more" at least a dozen times. And oh how he was talking some sweet trash. He was pushing in to me hard enough that I was fighting to maintain my balance on the stool. I was pretty well impaled when he said something about opening the door to show anyone out there his black cock pounding my white ass. I fought down some serious panic but the truth was I wanted just that. To be seen as a slave to this massive black cock. Remember, for me it was all about the cock. And I was getting some serious stuff here. He pushed down on the middle of my back, like he was trying to pin me to the stool, and opened the door with his other hand. The door swung open and I turned my head to look up and I looked right into the face of some very old looking white guy. The dick in my ass was just absolutely pounding me with that guy standing there watching. He started to make a move into the booth but my cocksman just held up his hand and said no. The old guy backed away, and I was rammed again, causing me to let out some small grunts. He was really working me over now. I wasn't sure I could take much more of this. As I looked up again, the other black guy was now standing in the door. This guy was a bit bold. He just unzipped his pants and pulled out a dick at least seven inches and offered it to my face. I looked into his face and opened my mouth, and he walked right in. He closed the door behind him and just stuffed my open mouth with is rock hard cock. I remember the guy fucking me talking very nasty about black cocks and such, but I was too into my double fucking. Between grunts and any other noises I was making as that nine inch cock ran all the way out then slammed into me I couldn't really understand or hear him. Suddenly the cock in my mouth just exploded. No warning what so ever. I never knew it was about to happen. I pulled off his cock and allowed him to finish on my face. I could feel the cock in my ass quickening and I knew he was getting close, but I wasn't done sucking the one I had in my face. As he finished shooting all over me, I grabbed his cock with my mouth and sucked him hard. Willing anything left to come out of his shaft. I felt the guy fucking me tense up, and I pulled off of him, and spun around to receive his cum. He pulled off the rubber and blasted all over my face. He was a shooter, and it went everywhere. It lasted forever also, but I wanted more of him when he was finished. I sucked him up into my mouth. The other guy walked around and offered me his still semi hard cock. I took it as an order and sucked both cocks at the same time. One then the other, then both in my mouth as best I could at once. My face was a cum mess. I was absolutely covered with it. I could feel it running down my chin and off on to the floor. After a few more minutes, they both cleaned themselves up and walked out. I sat on the stool just looking at the half closed door, almost wishing someone would just walk in and see me that way. After a few minutes I stepped out, and without cleaning up my face I walked boldly to the restroom. I walked in and looked right into the mirror. I was indeed covered in creamy white cum. It was plainly visible to anyone who would have looked at my face. I stared into the mirror. Not really wanting to recognize the guy staring back, but the cum all over my mouth and chin was so fucking hot. I knew I had succumbed to by darkest most secret desires. I also knew I would most likely do it again. After all, my wife would be gone for seven more days. This was a true story. It was also my first time ever to write any type of story. I am very open to comments or critiques that would help me make something like this more exciting to read. I also did go back again a few days later. If you're interested in that evening's fun, let me know that also.