Suck Suck Suck! by suckmachine

Whew! “What a crazy dream” I said aloud as I blinked my eyes awake. My mind was filled was images of sheer debachery. It all seemed so real, and yet here I was safe in my bed. A wave of relief washed over me despite my head throbbing from the copious amounts of alcohol I had ingested the night before. I rolled over with a groan, and looked at the clock. It appeared that I had slept into the early afternoon. The house was silent. My roommates must’ve already headed out for the day. I stretched with a yawn and stood up to go to the bathroom. Man, was I sore all over. I hobbled over to the toilet and peed for over 2 minutes straight. I flushed the toilet, and walked over to the sink to wash up. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed staring to the mirror. All the memories from the last night came rushing back all at once. I was horrified! It wasn’t just a dream. It really happened. Last night really happened!

Last night:

It was my 22nd birthday, and I was excited for a rowdy night of bar hopping with my roommates. They had taken a case of beer, and frosted it like it was a cake, and even put candles on it. When I tried to cut it, the knife cut through the frosting into the cardboard box. Everyone had a laugh. It was genius. I was grateful to have these friends/roommates in my life. A year ago we had all moved from Washington state to Portland Oregon. 3 guys and a girl all sharing an old 4 bedroom house in the city. Though it was in a seedier part of town, our days were filled with enjoying everything Portland had to offer, especially the bars. We were all heavy drinkers. Looking back, we drank far beyond excess. I suppose the alcohol had a big part to blame in the shenanigans that took place that night.

After having cake, and of course, more drinks, we headed out bar hopping. It was decided that we would stay in the neighborhood to bar hop. There was no shortages of bars within walking distance of the house. The first place we went to was three blocks away. Everyone was buying me drinks. Beer, mixed drinks, shots, if it was alcohol, I was pouring it down my throat! It didn’t take long for me to get a little tipsy. I tried hitting on our waitress. She was not impressed with my slurred attempt, and simply rolled her eyes when I asked if she wanted to go out with me sometime. I had been without a woman’s touch since moving to Portland, and was growing lonely for some kind of sexual encounter. Any kind at this point!

We decided to bail out, and try out some of the other bars. This part of the night was a blur for me. The next thing I remember is waking up in my bed at home. I rolled over to look at the clock. 11:35. Boy, we must’ve gotten too fucked up, to fast. It made since as we had started drinking at about 4pm that day. I listened for any noise coming from the house, but heard none. I rolled out of bed, surprisingly feeling great. Looking back, I know that the alcohol was still coursing through my brain and body, making me feel like I was ready to take on the world again. I crept out to the living room. Still quiet. It became clear to me that all my roomies were passed out. I went into the bathroom to relieve myself. When I pulled down my pajama bottoms, my 6.5” erection sprang out. Damn, I was horny! I finished up in the bathroom, and grabbed a beer from the fridge before heading back down to my room where I shut the door, and took my cock out. I for sure needed some release.

As I layed on the bed idly stroking my cock, a plan began to form. For the last few months I’d driven by an adult store called “Taboo” on my way home from work each day. I’d never been in such a place, but was dying to see the inside, and find out what goes on in such an establishment. The alcohol in my system gave me the courage to start getting dressed to go. I threw on a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and shoes, and headed out on foot.

The adult bookstore was about a mile away. I was making good time. It felt great to be out strolling along sipping from a few beers I had brought with me. Before I knew it I was staring at the neon, revolving Taboo sign. I took a swig of my remaining beer and gulped hard. Was I really ready to go in such a place? It’s now or never I told myself, and ditched my beer bottle before swinging open the door.

A door bell chimed as I entered, and a heavyset man at the counter turned his head to meet me.

“Good evening”

“Good evening” I replied.

Instantly I was in heaven! (or hell depending on who you’re talking to). The store was packed with magazines, videos, toys, lube, and anything else one would need to satisfy their sexual desires. I was in awe as I traveled down the isles trying to take in everything. I felt my cock hardening in my pants to the point where it looked terribly lude in my sweatpants. Finally I got to a pair of swinging parlor doors. Behind them I could see a series of doors next to eachother. There must have been at least 10 of them side by side. Above each door was a circular light. Most were lit up, some weren’t.

“That’s the arcade back there” I heard the man at the register holler back to me.

“They work with dollar bills. Do you need change?”

I nodded to the man and walked over to the register. Opening up my wallet, I saw I only had a five dollar bill. Dammit I said the myself. In my buzzed state I had forgotten to bring more cash.

“Five ones please” I said.

The man got me my change and turned back to enter the arcade. As I entered, I noticed a few men milling around the booths as if waiting for something. I brushed passed them and entered the first booth I could find without a light on above it. As I closed the door I saw the knob had a lock on it. “Thank god” I said to myself. The last thing I needed was for someone to walk in on me while I was watching a porno! I locked the door, and took in my surroundings. The booth was very small, containing a single chair, and a video screen on the wall with lit up buttons for changing videos which worked by inserting dollar bills into a slot just below the screen.

I fished my five one-dollar bills out of my pocket and fed $2 into the machine. The video screen jumped to life showing a large breasted woman on her knees, desperately trying to fit two cocks in her mouth at the same time. My own cock throbbed with desire as I sat down in the chair to observe the slutty act happening on the screen. Although I was locked in the booth by myself, I couldn’t help taking a glance around before unzipping my pants. I had never pulled out my penis in public before, and it gave me a rush when I heard the noise of my own zipper going down. My cock was visibly pulsing with anticipation.

There I sat with in a dirty porno movie booth, stroking my cock. I flipped through the different videos on the screen. There were so many different channels, that it made it hard to watch just one for any length of time.

The screen went black after about 5 minutes. Out of credits. I inserted my last $3 into the machine while shaking my head at myself for not having brought more money. I settled on a gangbang video, and started stroking my rod with purpose. I needed to cum before the time ran out again!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I froze, unsure of what to do. Was I in trouble somehow for jerking off in the booth? Was it the police coming to arrest me for indecent exposure? I hurriedly fastened my pants and stood up to face whoever was on the other side of the door just as the video screen turned black again from running out of time. I took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

Before me stood a man at least twice my age wearing a tight fitting pair of rugged jeans and a matching jean jacket. He had curly blonde hair and a thick mustache, and stood a good 3-4 inches taller than me.

“Would you like to share a booth?” the man asked in a hushed tone.

I was relieved that I didn’t appear to be in trouble.

“I’m out of cash” I replied.

“I got money” the man said as he took a step closer.

I don’t know what came over me, but for some horny reason I said “ok”, and we both stepped into the booth and the man closed the door before walking over to the video machine and inserting a $20 bill.

“Sit” said the man. I sat down in the chair while the man stood next to me. The channel was showing a video of a slut being face fucked by a large cock.

“Pretty hot stuff” he said said as he rubbed the bulge in his jeans. As I watched, he began to drag down his zipper. “Oh my god!” my brain screamed. “You’re about to see another man’s hard dick!”. I had never done anything gay in my life up to this point, and here I was sitting in a porno booth with another man about to pull his cock out! I can’t explain it, but I couldn’t stop staring as he unfastened his jeans. When his cock sprang free I let out a little gasp. It was about 8” long and thick with a plump mushroom head. The man chuckled at my reaction. This was all happening so fast!

I turned my attention back to the screen as not to seem too enthusiastic about seeing his cock. What had come over me? He was now running his hand up and down the length of his cock, and I would steal glances out of the corner of my vision. I could feel his eyes keep switching from me, to the video, back to me. “Take yours out” he whispered. I followed his order, and soon we were both jacking off as we watched the video. Why was I so excited by his cock? He took a step closer, and I could feel his thigh brush against my shoulder. A bolt of sexual electricity ran through my body. I kept my eyes on the screen, and kept stroking my cock. Suddenly I felt something brush against my cheek. I turned my head, and came face to face with the swollen head of his big dick! We both stayed still like that for a moment.

“Touch it” he whispered.