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 Chapter 4 - The Booth

   Eric felt as though his cock was going to fire loads of cum all over in
his pants.  Even being in such a ill-reputed setting, he never expected
such a proposition.  He was questioning his reasons for never fantasizing a
bisexual experience.  Her words, "You still enjoy cock," were echoing in
his mind as he looked down at the image of a man being nailed by a lifelike
cock strapped to the pelvis of a woman.  He couldn't come up with a reason
why he shouldn't indulge in the fantasy, after all it wasn't reality that
was being effected...  but it could lead in that direction.

   Walking down the aisle, Eric was feeling less inhibited than ever
before. There was no reason for him to prohibit his imagination-men, women,
trannies, animals-its all just sex.  Since he was given the ability to
experience pleasure, He couldn't see why he should deny himself.  Life only
comes around once, why let things pass by?

   He came upon the shemale section.  He noticed covers filled with
trannies having soft curves, round tits and hard cocks.  For the first time
he saw this appeal.  What was the difference between trannies and a woman
with a strapon?  A single Y chromosome?  A permanent flesh appendage
instead of a removable latex one?  Everything became shades of grey and the
concrete divisions had melted.

   He grabbed a tranny video filled with gorgeous t-girls in lurid poses
and positions.  He set the strap-on video on the shelf and headed toward
the checkout counter.  He smiled to himself while walking there thinking
about the new horizon that opened up to him, now an exciting new world
would unfold and he couldn't wait to find out where it would lead him.

   Eric, approached the clerk who was talking on the telephone, noticing
his many piercings as he placed the video cover on the counter.  Not even
making eye contact with Eric, the clerk turned to the wall filled with the
actual DVD's and pulled out the movie and put it into a DVD player under
the counter.  Eric was confused when the clerk tossed a key towards him and
said "ten dollars." The clerk nodded to the door behind him marked, "Couple
Booths".  Eric took out a ten dollar bill and handed it to the clerk, then
he picked up the key and headed toward the door.  He was feeling
adventurous and figured there was no harm in trying another new thing.

   Opening the door, he walked into a long hallway with doors on either
side.  The lighting was almost non-existent and the purple painted walls
reminded Eric of a halloween haunted house.  The doors were labeled with
numbers and Eric looked at the keychain, now glowing in the dark, to
realize that he had reserved booth "9".  He walked down the hall way
listening to the murmers of pleasure eminating from behind the doors.  "Was
it the videos or the people watching them," he wondered.  There were
several men leaning against the walls or standing in the doorways the open
booths while videos played on a monitor behind them.  One such man at booth
seven was leaning against his door with his hand down his pants while
blaring moaning and the images of threesome played behind him.  He nodded
toward Eric who avoided the other's glance.  "Still not that comfortable,"
Eric thought to himself.

   He reached the end of the hall and found booth nine.  The door was
closed and he thought he heard a grunting coming from within.  Opening the
door he was greeted to a man bent over while, apparently, a tranny was
fucking him from behind.  On the screen, he saw a man being double stuffed
by two lean shemales as another was dipping her cock in and out of his
mouth.  Mesmerized by the image before him he was dazed and didn't notice
when the tranny fucking the guy in front of him looked up to see the
voyuer. She leaned over and whispered something into the bottom's ear and
he turned his head to see Eric in an almost hypnotized state.

   "Wait your turn buddy" then man bellowed between grunts, knocking Eric
out of his trance and sending him back into the hall, nearly tripping over
his own feet.  He closed the door and looked at the keychain again.  "It's
a six you idiot," he thought to himself.

   Eric heard laugher coming from the booth seven.  The man had his hand
out of his pants and said, "Happens every time." Eric grinned and chuckled,
then found his booth, across from the voyeur, and opened the door.  He
found his DVD already playing on the monitor, a man was fucking the ass of
a t-girl.  After locking his door, he turned up the volume filling the
small room with soft moans of pleasure and pain.

   Inspecting the room he found it relatively clean, as far as he could
tell under the glow of the monitor.  The dimensions were about eight by six
feet.  There was a small bag lined waste basket in the corner underneath a
recessed tissue box and condom vending machine.  A pleather lined bench was
adjacent to the wall with the monitor and on the other side was a small
peep hole about waste high from which emitted a soft glow.  Behind the door
there were several hooks for clothes.  All in all this was a sexually
functional little room.

   Eric took out several tissue and wiped off the bench.  Surprisingly
there was no cum residue, dry or otherwise.  He took down his pants and
underwear and hung them on the hooks.  Getting comfortable on the bench, he
watched his video while stroking his rock hard cock.  He was just about to
spit in his hand to lubricate his efforts when he felt a little off. 
Looking around the room he finally noticed that the glow from the peep hole
was gone.  Dismissing it as the video next door being over, Eric continued
to stroke his cock.

   For some reason he kept looking back to the hole and was stunned to see
a thin finger sliding in and out of the hole.  Getting up from the bench
for a closer look he saw behind the hole and probing finger a tongue
bathing a pair of red lips.  Sticking the tongue out through the hole, Eric
understood the agreement.  He got up and was about to position his cock
through the hole when it collided with the plastic wrapping of a condom. 
"Good girl, safety first" he thought while taking the condom from below,
tearing off the wrapping and rolling it down his shaft.

   Aiming his prick through the hole he felt warm hands steadying the base
and a warm mouth engulfing the engorged head.  He instinctively started
humping.  He looked down to see the lipstick smeared over the condom.  He
figured the girl didn't like his motions when the mouth left his aching
cock.  He relaxed and left the job up to her.  The tongue was swirling
around the mushroomed head and flicked around the underside.

   Eric was moaning, feeling his balls begin to tighted.  He was
anticipating cumming when the blow job stopped.  At first he thought she
just needed a breather, but after almost a minute he was getting
frustrated. "What the fuck" he thought to himself and started to hump the
hole again.  He felt something slimey slip around against his cock.  At
first he was relieved that she started again but then when the fondling
kept up for another minute Eric finally withdrew his cock to see what was
going on.

   When he squatted down to peer through he saw a condom wrapped cock
bobbing up and down.  A thousand questions blasted through his head.  Was
there a woman in there with the man?  Did the owner of this cock just give
him head?  If so, why was he wearing lipstick?  Did this mean that he was
gay?  What did this guy want in return?

   The answer to that last question became known when the head of the cock
slid through the opening nearly brushing against Eric's cheek.  His heart
was pounding he knew he had to make an important decision.  He had already
come this far, considering a bisexual experience with a strange couple,
jerking off to transsexuals and now had his cock sucked by a man in
lipstick.

   Somehow, as though on autopilot, the decision was already made.  Before
he knew what he had done, the cock was inside gliding against the roof of
his mouth, while he strained his lips to prevent the grazing of his teeth.
"What the fuck am I doing?" he questioned himself while beginning to bob
his head over the cock, getting it deeper and deeper each time going down.
His gag reflex started to kick in and he descended slowly, getting his
throat used to the feeling.  Breathing deeply through his nose he smelled
the soapy musk from the crotch.  "This guy takes care of himself," Eric
thought.

   He was now deep throating each time he bobbed down.  This was getting
easier and easier for him as he went, however the position he was in was
uncomfortable.  He removed the condom clad cock from his mouth and got onto
his knees.  He looked at the prick for a moment and noticed how it differed
from his own.  The head was much narrowed but the shaft, about six and a
half inches, was thick and a little narrower at the base.  It reminded him
of an enlogated football.  He grabbed the base with one motion took the
whole thing into his mouth until the man's well groomed pubes touched his
nose.  When Eric would have only the head in his mouth he would swirl his
tongue around a couple times before descending again.

   After about a minute of his almost expert cock sucking, Eric felt the
head of the cock harden and swell, even the veins on the underside of the
shaft seemed to stiffen as the prick went from flesh to rock.  Eric
quickened the pace, he wanted to make this desecration of boundaries count.
A The cock started to twitch and a detectable warmth filled his mouth.  The
rigidity of the dick was cushioned by a liquid layer of spunk.

   Eric dismounted and noticed that the cum had seeped out from the base of
the condom and was dripping down his balls.  He touched his chin and felt a
smily coating of cum.  He considered scooping it into his mouth and tasting
cum for the first time.  Instead he took a tissue from the holder and
wiping it off, telling himself, "safety first."

   Still on his knees, Eric saw the guy from the other side bring his face
level with the hole and obviousy ready to reciprocate.  His face was narrow
and quite feminine, a hint of eye liner and blush accented his almond eyes.
Just a trace of lipstick was left on his half open lips.  Eric, had
maintained a hardon thoughout this encounter, keeping the condom secure. 
He got to his feet and guided his cock into the awaiting mouth.

   There was no more rushing, no rapid bobbing to force an outcome, just a
soothing, almost loving, caressing of mouth and tongue on cock.  Eric
leaned forward to get as much of his dick through the gloryhole.  While
having his cock worshiped by the person on the other side, Eric looked over
to the monitor.  He had forgotten its presence, but soon enjoyed the images
it displayed.  The scene showed a man fucking a transsexual in the
missionary position while being fucked from behind by another tranny.

   Eric closed his eyes and imagined being fucked by a stunning transsexual
with soft ass and tits, with her reaching around to tweak his nipples as
another climbs underneath to suck his cock presenting him with her own for
him to pleasure and complete the 69 position.  He imagined that it was a
tranny giving him this incredible blow job he was experiencing just then.
With all these images floating around his mind's eye, he felt a warmth
growing in his gut.  His balls began to tighted and his cock grew rock
solid.  The mouth on the other side began to apply suction while evenly
bobbing on his cock, each upstroke gave way to tittilating flicking of the
tongue around the glands.  The rhythm of the blow job was in perfect tune
with his stimulation.  Waves of pleasure seemed to cascade over his body,
filling his head with endorphins and his loins with pressure.  Several
times Eric thought he had breached the tipping point only to surpass it and
experience a new level of pleasure.  Then came the orgasm rippling through
his body, sending a shudder down his spine and cum pouring out his cock. 
His consciousness seemed to disappear behind a haze a pleasure.

   A loud audible pop filtered through the wall as the mouth came off the
spent cock.  Eric stumbled back and sat on the pleather bench opposite the
gloryhole, leaning against the wall and letting his penis grow flacid,
twitching with each pulse.  Once again he saw the soft glow from the
monitor through the hole to the other side.  Hearing the door open and
close reminded him that this was a rented booth and he should get going.

   While men and t-girls were still grunting and moaning from the screen,
Eric slipped off the cum filled condom, wrapped it in tissues and tossing
it into the waste bin.  He proceeded to clean himself and the pleather seat
that was slimy with cum that trailed down his balls from the condom.

   Eric felt like a new man as he put his clothes back on.  He had
experienced far beyond what he ever planned and he was only hours into his
wife's trip.  He started to get that fluttering feeling once again deep in
his gut, while imagining what was to happen next.  He had just made a
tremendous leap, now those fantasies that he harbored before only seemed
like baby steps.  With that in mind, he felt liberated, nothing was beyond
him now.  He left the booth, returned the key and exited the store.  This
week would know no bounds...