Finally Giving in to Urges

Julie and I celebrated our 25th anniversary earlier this year, and this has been the longest time we've been apart. Her parents were having serious health issues, so she relocated across the country six months ago. To say we were both extremely sexually frustrated would be an understatement! We would sext and get off together on FaceTime, but those sessions started to dwindle as the months passed. Unfortunately for me, I found myself getting hornier and hornier the longer we were apart, so I found myself left to my own devices.

I was really giving my hand a workout, at first jerking off to porn daily, then increasing that to multiple times a day. Thank God for Internet porn! It was really helping me through our time apart.

If there's one thing that decades of watching porn taught me, it was that I had become bi curious. Over the years I found myself getting more aroused by the cocks in the movie than the actresses, and a huge load spurting all over the woman's face would push me over the edge to my own orgasm almost immediately. I had quickly come to the realization that if the opportunity presented itself I could definitely see myself giving the right guy a blow job. That vision filled my fantasies for years; I'd lay in bed with my cock in my hand, running my lubed hand up and down my shaft as I pictured a nice hard cock fucking my mouth... slurping his balls into my mouth... wearing his cum on my face like a badge of honor.

I never shared my desires with my wife out of fear from how she would react. She may have thought I had a slight bi tendency because I'd lick my cum off of her, but as much as I loved doing that, it didn't turn her on. If I was going to eat my own cum, it would be while I was alone... and it had quickly become the way I finished every jerk session.

After a few months apart, those daily jerk sessions became less satisfying. "I need to get some toys," I convinced myself. One Friday night I turned off my iPad, grabbed my keys, and headed out to a store.

I drove past the one closest to our house; it was a national chain that I'd been to before. It was staffed by women, and most of the shoppers were women, so I felt self conscious about buying my own sex toys there. I opted to drive an extra 20 minutes to a locally owned porn shop I had driven by before but never worked up the nerve to enter. The parking lot was pretty full tonight - I guess it's a go-to place on Fridays - and I snagged one of the last available parking spots.

"Okay," I exhaled deeply. "let's do this."

Door chimes rang out loudly as I entered the store. This definitely had a different vibe than the chain store. There was one employee behind the counter who looked up briefly from his phone to see who entered and then went back to texting. It wasn't as polished a space as the other store, but it had a much wider variety of toys. I made my way through the aisles, passing by the men loitering inside. The clientele were middle-aged men and, based on my quick glances, all married. I started to get the impression that they were there shopping for men, and I found my cock started to stir, especially when I saw them casting glances my way.

I stopped at the end of the aisle next to a guy who was checking out the Fleshlights. I had heard good things about them, so I figured what the hell? It would give my hand a bit of a break. I pulled one of the porn star editions off the shelf as the guy looked over at me. His gaze ran down my body and when we made eye contact again I flashed him an innocent smile as my dick grew a little harder.

The final aisle was stocked with all things anal. I picked out a nice trainer kit and was about to head for the cash register when a sign on the wall caught my attention. It was next to a closed door and advertised time in the viewing room for $40, and time in a booth at $20 for two hours. My heart started beating rapidly as I made my way to the cashier.

"Will that be all?" he asked as I was handing over my credit card.

"Can I get two hours in a private booth?" I asked in a hushed tone. I couldn't believe I built up the nerve to say it, but I knew I would instantly regret it if I didn't. He smirked and handed me a piece of paper with a time on it.

"It's good for two hours, even if you leave and come back. Can't take merchandise with you, so I'll hold this stuff here," he paused and checked out the trainer kit and smiled before putting it behind the counter. I nodded sheepishly and made my way to the back of the store, the rest of the men's eyes following me. I opened the door and went in.

The viewing room was off to the right, and was a big space with a few sofas... and it was completely deserted. I was glad I didn't waste $40! There was a bank of booths on the other side of the building. I entered a vacant one and closed the door behind me. The inside was dimly lit by the video screen which snapped to life the moment the door closed. There was a box of tissues on a shelf next to a sign requesting that people clean up after themselves, and below that was a small wastebasket overflowing with used tissues. The booth had definitely seen a lot of action today.

I looked at the screen and smiled. I was very familiar with the clip: Dolly Little's visit to a pawn shop. It was cheesy, of course, but the guy's cock was mouth watering and, well, so is Dolly. I had cum to that video countless times before, so I pressed the Next button to see what else they had to offer.

"Oh yeah, this is the one," I said to myself. I don't know what I loved more about German Goo Girls videos: the fact that the women looked like they truly loved what they were doing, or the fact that the cocks were all massive and shot huge loads.

Let's be honest: It was the cocks. Definitely the cocks. I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and let them drop to the ground. I ran my fingers across the tip, making them slick from the precum leaking from my slit. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and started to slowly stroke, and did what I've been doing recently: as I watched three guys slap their long poles on the actress's cum covered face, I imagined I was her. My other hand moved to my smooth balls and massaged them, imagining what it must feel like to have all that thick cum running down my face as I'm surrounded by all that meat, begging them for their fucking cum.

"Mmmmm... that's it, slap my slut face with your fucking cocks," I whispered, my hand moving faster. "Fill my mouth with your cum.... make me a fucking sperm cocktail!"

A gentle knock took me out of the moment. At first I thought it was someone at the door, but as my head cleared I realized it was from the wall next to me.

"How did I not notice that?" I thought to myself as I saw the large glory hole beside me. My mind was set racing... what was the etiquette? Do I say something? Do I knock back? Fortunately, the man in the other both took the lead. A thick cock emerged through the hole, fully erect and begging for relief. The hole was large enough that it provided access to his heavy balls, too.

My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would burst from my chest. I was tempted to pull on my shorts and leave, but a voice inside me said that I'd been dreaming of an opportunity like this for years, and that voice was right. I looked at the cock, hard for me, the head glistening from his own precum, and I gave in to my desires. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around the base of his thick pole, eliciting a sigh from the other side of the wall. I slowly moved my hand up his shaft, increasing the pressure of my grip the closer I got to his head; my hand ran over the ridge of his helmet and gave a playful twist before sliding back down to the base again.

I leaned closer and drooled out a large glob of spit on his cock and used the fingers of my other hand to spread it all over. I resumed my stroking, his dick slick with my spit, starting at the base and slowly moving up to the head, twisting my hand, then moving back down. I kept increasing my grip pressure each time I slide my hand up, milking his sexy dick.

"Mmmmm... fuck yeah..." a voice murmured from the other side of the wall. "So fucking good." I smiled and started stroking faster. I was kicking myself for not trying this a lot sooner. Another man's dick in my hand felt somehow natural, and I loved staring at it as I worked his shaft over.

"Ohhhh... uhgnnnn..." the man grunted and I felt his cock pulse in my hand as he shot rope after rope of thick cum in the air. I'd seen countless cocks cum in porn, but fuck, this was a million times hotter. I massaged his balls and kept stroking, his orgasm seeming like it would never end. I felt him back away from the wall as his orgasm finally subsided. I wanted to lean down and lick the cum that was dripping from his slit, but he pulled away too quickly. I heard a muffled "thank you" before the sound of the door opening and closing.

Being a good customer, I pulled tissues from the box, knelt on the floor, and set to wiping up the huge pools of cum. It seemed like such a waste of cum, and I wanted to taste it, but the condition of the floor kept that feeling at bay. Just as I tossed the tissues, heavy with large globs of jizz, into the waste bin there came another knock at the wall. I turned around and there was already a cock there waiting for me. It wasn't as long or as thick as the first one, but it was rock hard and looked like it needed to be sucked. I grabbed the base of his cock with my fingers and leaned forward. I took just the head into my mouth, my lips firmly closed around it as my tongue danced all over it. I had been secretly sucking my wife's dildos - the realistic one in particular - for years, and it was time to put all of that practice to work.

"Mmmm... god, I love your cock," I said gently to the glory hole before slipping the head back into my mouth. I slowly moved my mouth down his dick, my tongue sliding side to side as I took more and more of him in. I had trained away my gag reflex about a year ago, so I was able to take all of him into my mouth, his cock head pushing down my throat. With my lips pressed against his abdomen, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out so I could lick his balls. He let out a loud groan and I found myself wondering if I sucked better than his wife. I pulled his cock out and licked his shaft and head as if it were candy. I was so focused on the amazing sensation of a man's cock in my mouth that I tuned everything else out. It was just me finally servicing a beautiful hard cock. I found myself developing a craving... a hunger... as I licked and sucked the head faster and faster.

"Whatever you do," I said to the hole, "don't pull out." I slid half the length of his pole into my mouth and stroked the rest with my fingers, quicker and quicker, his moans growing louder and louder, until I finally felt cum, thick, hot and salty, jetting into my mouth. I nearly swooned at the taste and the sensation. Nothing could have prepared me for the effect it would have on me. It was so much more erotic than I ever imagined it would be. I gulped and gulped, swallowing every bit of cum that spurted into the back of me mouth, finally feeding the hunger I've had for years.

His cock gave a few last twitches and his orgasm ended.

"Holy fuck," I heard him groan. "That was amazing," he said before leaving his booth.

"You're goddamn right it is!" I thought to myself.

As much as I loved women, I knew I was all in: Now that I've had cock, I had to have more. There was no way this could just be a one night thing.

I was set to gather up my shorts and head home for some Fleshlight fucking when that voice inside me asked what the rush was. The parking lot was full and there were plenty of married dicks that were here specifically to cum. My mind filled with the vision of me in the viewing room, surrounded by a store-full of dicks, all needing me to make them cum. I almost came at the thought of cock after cock cumming in my mouth, by my hand.. it felt like heaven.

That refrain from The Clash's song rang through my head: "Should I stay or should I go?"

I chose to stay.