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(MM, mast, oral, glory) *** Tinman just had one of his very best days! Let me explain. Once I had a girl who loved to suck me, and she was especially good at deep throat. I guess I didn't really know what she was doing then, but I knew that it felt absolutely fantastic when her mouth went all the way to my pubes. Later, I realized she was deep-throating me. Recently, reading stories from Kristen's and other boards, I had read more and more about deep-throating. As I began to focus more on my inclinations to cocks (I've always been "bi" but until lately my straight side had been overwhelmingly predominant, a situation that was slowly reversing itself). Lately I had been practicing doing deep throat using a rubber dildo. I had made good progress and, like any guy with a new tool, I wanted to try it out on a real cock. That desire kept intensifying. Whenever I occasionally had a desire to suck and/or be sucked, I usually drive about fifty miles to an Adult Book Store I know of just outside of Brownsville, Texas. This place is a little unique in that there are no glory holes anywhere. Instead there are two large rooms filled with islands of video booths and another two rooms which serve as theatres. The cover charge is a flat $7.00 and videos play in all the booths and theatres continuously. The videos are about half and half gay and straight (or some combination of the two!). The normal protocol here is to walk the aisles, stopping to "peek" into the booths where the doors are ajar. Often, during busy hours, men will be standing at many of the open doors peeking inside. There are two approaches to find a "mate" here. If one sees a door where no one is peeking, you can stop and look inside. Usually you'll just see the video playing to an empty room. But sometimes you'll see a guy in there; he may be sitting doing nothing, or his pants may be around his feet and you'll find him wanking. The booth doors do have latches, so if a guy wants to be alone he'll latch the door so he can do his thing in private. If his door is ajar, you can just walk in and ask if he wants company, or more directly if he wants to get sucked. Most of the time, the answer will be "Sure!" and you can proceed with business. The other approach is that as you pass by doors where guys are standing, you can find a way to peek past them into the booth, absently letting your hands rub his ass or his crotch. I've never had any guy get upset from either approach, although all guys aren't looking for a mate; those will just politely decline. The clientele here ranges from attractive young Mexicans from across the border (only a few miles) or from the local area, to old retirees -- all are looking for some excitement, and many are indeed attractive. I think the best times are early afternoon, late afternoon and all evening. Well, this week I was feeling the need to suck a nice cock, so I drove the fifty miles, arriving about 1:30 in the afternoon. There were five or six cars in the parking lot, leading me to think there wasn't much traffic but enough that I might find someone if I was lucky. I paid my cover charge and sat for five minutes or so in the pool room lounge to let my eyes adjust from bright sunlight to the near dark of the back rooms. If you don't take this precaution, you'll be blind as a bat in the booth rooms. Then I started my rounds of the booths. A few doors were latched, but there were maybe four or five guys wandering the halls and peeking through the doors. I checked them all out visually and didn't really see anyone who particularly impressed me. So I kept wandering. Soon I began to notice there was one guy who seemed to be paying more attention to me than to the video at which he was peeking. He was built well, but was dressed a little too casually, I thought: sloppy tee- shirt and jeans, and sported black hair and a ten-day beard. Usually I don't care that much for bearded guys. Just goes to show you can't judge a book... But as I continued moving from door to door, I noticed that he, too, was moving around and we repeatedly walked past each other. Once, as he passed me he hesitated just a little and I turned toward him, letting my left hand brush across the front of his jeans. We smiled and he passed on. Message sent and received. This time I followed him a minute or two later, around to the less-frequented back side of the island of booths. I found him peeking through one of the doors, so I took up a door near him. Then he passed me by and stopped at the door next to me. By this time I was ready to make a move. He wasn't, I thought, exactly what I was looking for but he seemed okay. "You wanna get sucked?" I asked haltingly, my voice rasping from my nervousness. I hadn't really done this much -- make the first move, I mean. He just looked at me and pointed his finger to the inside of the door through which he was peeking. I got the message and walked into that booth following him, prepared for anything. He motioned for me to sit on the small bench and started feeling my arms, chest and crotch. I did the same for him. I was sitting exactly the right height to suck him. He unzipped his jeans and lowered them... then his shorts... Wow! He had one of the finest looking cocks I've ever seen. Maybe 7-1/2", maybe eight. About 2" broad at the base, tapering only slightly toward the head. He was cut and his helmet was beautiful, in perfect proportion to his otherwise fine, straight, hard dick. A light covering of black hair surrounded his very nice ball sack. In short, he had a very good sized dick, one of the great ones. "Damn, what a fine cock, man!" I commented as I cupped his balls in one hand and grasped his cock at the base in the other. I stroked him a few times, then leaned forward and began to lick and suck his shaft and then his helmet. I was in seventh heaven! He tasted and smelled clean and fresh. He moaned low and reassuringly. I licked and sucked and rubbed his helmet on the insides of my cheeks for several minutes then remembered that I was there to try my ability to deep throat. But I realized that his size might make it impossible or at best more difficult for me. The dildo with which I'd practiced wasn't nearly as large. But I decided to give it a try, so soon I plunged my mouth down, down until I felt his cock touch the back of my throat. I pushed myself down further, swallowing furiously and felt him slide deeper before I gagged a bit and pulled back. My mouth had begun producing lots of saliva, lubricating things very well. For a few minutes more I sucked the top half of that gorgeous cock before plunging down, down and this time down again swallowing like mad, full onto his cock, past the gag stage, until my nose was buried in his light covering of hair. I gently massaged his balls in my left hand while my right hand pressed down on his pubes and my tongue ranged up and down his shaft. After a full minute or so of this I had to come up for air -- now I realized why my old girl friend had done the same with me; ya just gotta get air now and then! Gaining confidence and proud that I could do this on such a good sized cock, I used both hands to squeeze his butt cheeks and pull him into me, sucking him with gusto and frequently deep-throating that gorgeous cock all the way down. It got easier every time, although its size stretched the opening to my throat, and I noticed I could taste a salty taste which I realized must be his pre-cum oozing onto my palate as he went down into my throat. Each time I deep throated him, my hand returned to gentle massage of his nut sack. I noticed his balls were becoming more firm and full and his sack was tightening. Of course that meant he was nearing a climax. That was fine with me. I had long been swallowing my own cum and had developed a taste for it, no longer finding it repulsive as I had in my younger years. I had determined that the first guy I found to suck who I admired and seemed very clean was going to be allowed to cum in my mouth. This guy was the one I decided. He smelled clean, tasted clean and on close inspection appeared clean and well kept. He was not aggressive, but gentle and sweet, rubbing my head and back as I sucked him and fucking in and out of my mouth only gently, not madly. He was contributing to making this a great mating. But after another deep throat, I had to come up for air. As I rose up his dick, he pulled out and turned sideways to me, giving me an excellent vision of him jacking his fine cock to his climax, moaning softly. I was disappointed at the loss, but fascinated to watch him spurt easily, not vigorously, but giving up a copious amount of clear, smooth, pearly ejaculate -- not that yellowing lumpy stuff some guys shoot. I thought to myself that his cum would have been a joy to taste and swallow, but I missed it this time. He appeared to want to return the favor for me, massaging my crotch through my khakis, but I explained in a low voice that I no longer achieve erection without Viagra and that I hadn't taken any and didn't have any with me. He understood but he was still interested and watched me in fascination as I massaged my half-hard-on for a few minutes. Then he left the booth so I could finish and we wouldn't be seen coming out together. Perhaps we'd hook up again sometime. I sure hope so. I felt great, proud of myself, and very, very satisfied. It was a pleasant drive home. And visions of his great cock filled my brain as I wanked this morning. Ahhhhh, life is good! END [Author Note: Tinman writes for fun, relating stories from his bi past and others based on his past but elaborated on from his fantasies. I respond quickly to any friendly email to tinmanjc9@hotmail.com and really want to hear how you enjoyed any of my stories and how it affected you. Flamers will be ignored. My philosophy is that we all are most intensely alive when we are engaged in sex, preferably with another person, and that writing erotica is a high calling as well as fun!] * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 54