Booth Invasion

Central Ohio—February, 2018

I had one final business trip in February.  It took me quite close to a bookstore that I had only visited a few times. I’ve been there only once in the blog years.  That rather humorous/annoying adventure you will find here.

It was after dinner—and I knew that it was a better venue during the day, but I was staying the night nearby, so of course I still went.  The parking lot held half a dozen cars.  That was better than I expected.  After all, it only takes one man….

I go in.  The young female attendant is checking the dildos displayed on the wall while talking on the phone.  “I don’t have the one I was talking about.  I do have one that vibrates and one that you can make squirt.”

She pauses.  Seemingly none of those options are what the caller wants.

“Well, come look them over tomorrow.  We open at 10.”  She hits the disconnect button on the phone as she turns.  She’s surprised I’m at the counter.  “How can I help you?”

I tell her I want ten dollars in tokens for the booths.

“Are you sure?” she asks, seemingly bewildered why I would want to go back there.

She counts out the faux “dollar” bills that the arcade machines use.  I thank her and go through the curtain.  It’s quiet but for one preview booth, obviously watching straight porn with a very vocal ‘actress.’  A quick once over reveals I am alone in the arcade.

I sigh, open the shower curtain covering the door frame and sit in the back booth.  I feed the machine some of the bills and find a decent movie.  I unbutton my pants.  No, it’s a really good movie—two tatted men working tag teaming a younger man.  I stroke happily.

“Well, well!” 

The voice is a whisper.  A man in his late 50’s is standing in the aisle outside my booth.  His hair is grey and rather long.  He comes in, unasked.  I am pretty sure he’s about to kneel and give me head. 

But no.   He wrests my dick from my hand.  He begins stroking it.  Roughly.

“That’s a nice cock,” he growls.  “I want this in my manpussy.”

He let’s go.  He straightens up and undoes his pants.  They fall to the floor.  There is no underwear.  He turns—thrusting his ass towards me.

It would be the most natural thing in the world to lean forward and tongue his hole.  But I can’t.  He hasn’t been near a shower.  For a couple of days. 

I have to tell him to leave.  He just looks at me, over his shoulder.

I tell him I’m just a cocksucker.  He still stands there, ready for me to slip it up him.

I finally lie and tell him I don’t particularly like to fuck.  This makes him go.  Not just out of my booth, but out of the store.  I’m now fully alone in the arcade.

I watch porn until I run out of tokens…but my cock doesn’t recover easily.

I button up and step outside.  There are still a number of cars in the lot—with no one inside but the clerk.

I go to my motel.

I open my laptop and jerk to Jon Shield taking cock and getting covered in piss.

The floor is a laminate, just like at the orgy where the top unloaded on it.

I do the same, right as Jon cleans a spent dick on the screen.

It’s a huge load…but this time I have no desire to lick it up off the floor.