At the Bookstore
I made my way down the long hall past
the racks of porn videos, paperbacks, and mags to the viewing booths. A sleazy, skinny, leather jacketed dude
with oily, slicked back hair was checking out the Glory Holes. Without bothering to close the doors,
he bent down to watch the fellatio and cunnilingus on the other side. He reminded me of several Gay
acquaintances. My Dick bulged at
the memories and current prospects.
I entered Booth 1 at the end of the
long hall and was checking out the Glory Hole when I heard someone enter Booth
2. It was the Leather Sleaze
Pig. He spotted me peering
up at him, dropped his trou, and pressed his skinny withered Butt against the
orifice.
I knelt down and got my tongue right up
inside him. It rolled over
the tiny lumps and sores around his Ass Lips and worked its way inside his
Rectum as far as I could go. His
Ass Juices dribbled down my chin.
I stood up and slid in him. At first I thought I'd missed his
Pussy because it was so goddamn loose.
I fucked his POZ/NEG
Asshole and wondered about my Status.
It'd been 2 years since I'd been tested; and in the interim I’d fucked a
hundred times. Considering that I
felt so out of sorts, I figured I'd been POZZED somewhere along the way. I wouldn't know for sure till I got
tested, and I had no plans for that.
Watching my Cock slide in and out of
Fuck Pig's Hole I considered breeding him right then and there. He'd already
begged me for my Cum, but I wasn't ready yet. For the time being I was content to plow his Pussy and
let him beg for more.
I'd purposefully left the door ajar,
and a steady flow of voyeurs peered in at me. In their concupiscence, each nudged the door a bit until it
stood wide open. And there I
was—fucking through the Glory Hole for all the world to see.
I pulled out, knelt down again, and
pressed my puss against the Hole.
I again lubed up his sores and lumps, then rose and slid back in. So nice and juicy! Man, that Sleazy Cunt was fine! I love a well-used Ass like
his—especially if I know it's POZ.
The Sleaze Bucket begged me to cum in
him, but I had other plans. I
asked if he were into fisting. He'd barely whispered "Yeah, I
am," before I had
2 fingers up his Ass. He
moaned; and I plowed 3, then 4 digits into him. His swollen Lips began to bleed. I eased my thumb in, too—up to the knuckles.
He was shaking and thrusting back and
forth, imploring "Easy, Man!" But I had no intention of giving
him a break and rammed my fist in forcefully. FUCK! HE WAS A SLOPPY, JUICY MESS! When I pulled out, I smelt
of SHIT,
but I rimmed his oozing, bleeding Hole like any self-respecting Faggot
would.
I heard POZ/NEG
inhale his Poppers as I slid my Cock back in. I plowed his Ass hard as I could, suspecting he was
already torn up inside, but nothing on God's Green Earth could have deterred me
then. I felt the Death
Seed well up in me.
Unable to contain myself, I SHOT.
Heading to the john, I smiled at how
he'd gotten much more than he'd bargained for. Hell, maybe I had too—all those lumps and sores and SHIT!
Still, I know I'm destined to repeat
this scenario countless times before I die. I acknowledge I'm a repeat offender. I love raunchy sex—the nastier,
the better. The bottom line is—Pig
Sex is what it's all about. When
you strip away the subterfuge, that's all there is.