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I’ve been sucked many times in booths and through glory
holes, but I have only sucked a few guys in return. I’m
really picky, I guess, but unless a guy’s cock is
actually attractive to me, and he’s squeaky clean
looking in appearance, dress, grooming, etc., I’m not
really interested in him. But I do crave cock every now
and then, although I also love sex with women. I guess
that’s why I’m called “Bi.”
One night, I was pretty horny with nothing else to do,
so I visited the Adult Bookstore on North Federal
Street in Denver. This was a popular place with about
twenty private booths with lockable doors. There almost
always were a number of guys there, and it was a good
place to make a contact or get some easy and very good
sex.
Each booth had a little red light over it, and when you
pumped tokens into the machine, that little red light
came on outside – the booths were dark inside except
for the light from the TV screen. If one of those
little red lights outside was on, and the door was
ajar, it generally meant that the person inside the
booth was interested in having company. But, of course,
the glory holes were more favored for making contact.
This night I got five dollars worth of tokens, made my
way into the dimly lighted hallway where all the booths
were, and found an unoccupied one. I settled in, fed
the machine some quarters, used an alcohol swab to
sterilize the plastic chair seat, dropped my pants – no
shorts tonight – and settled into the plastic chair. I
spread my naked butt cheeks apart so I could feel the
cool plastic on my sensitive hole, relaxed, extended my
legs and started strokin’. My cock was already a little
slippery-wet from fantasies I had in anticipation of
coming here and cumming.
