My boyfriend called at this point and wondered when I was coming home. I told him I was having fun. He said, "Okay, but don't be out forever."
I didn't mention I have a boyfriend? I have a boyfriend. We both fuck around like mindless whores.
Another occupied booth with a gloryhole, another empty booth beside it. I always check. This time, there was a 50-something Mexican peasant-looking guy in there (big white Zapata mustache, little teensy cowboy boots, bluejeans tucked into them). I sucked him a while out of sheer boredom. He wasn't hot. He wasn't unhot. He was straight as could be (wedding band, watching a chick-on-chick porn), according to my personal definition of "straight" (which is possibly different from yours, I don't care). He pulled out, sat back on the stool, and waved me over before I had a chance to get him to fuck me through the hole. He wanted me in his booth.
I've found that it's harder to get straight guys to fuck you when you go into the booth with them (it always helps to get a little of their tip into a little of my manpussy and let them feel how sweet it is, you know, by surprise -- they often can't resist after that, but the gloryhole is a necessary part of that procedure). So, yeah, I gave up on getting fucked. I just sucked him off to the best of my ability. Then, to my surprise, he started slapping my ass through my pants while I was sucking him.
Hot dog!
I stood up, gave him my ass, he fucked it, he came, the end.
The last guy of the evening had been there for hours: large trucker type guy, very short black hair, mustache, beard, extremely muscular arms. Carried most of his weight immediately under his rib-cage. Obviously a football player type gone to seed (trucking will do that to you). He had been walking up and down the aisles, going into non-gloryhole booths, and generally brushing off any attempt by any queen to cruise him.
He started to leave. He actually walked out of the arcade. As he passed me, I caught his eye and licked my lips. He raised his eyebrows and kept going. But then the wall with the VHS boxes showing which films were playing in the booths seemed to stop him. That's in the transition area between the arcade and the rest of the store. He stood there. I stood close by, kept licking my lips.
Eventually, he went back into the arcades and went into a gloryhole booth. I was right behind him into the one next door.
Then an hour of boredom while he stood there watching a movie, playing with his dick inside his sweatpants.
Maybe not an hour. Maybe more like twenty minutes. Or even five. But it felt like forever.
I knew that he knew there was a gloryhole, because he had gone to a couple of other booths and looked in them before choosing this one.
I knew he knew I was there because I had made a lot of noise getting in.
I was about to leave the place myself. I decided to take a chance I don't usually take.
"Let me suck it," I whispered through the door.
No response.
"Shoot your jizz into my slut mouth," I said.
No response.
But he also didn't stop playing with himself.
"I just hand out here all day eating jizz," I said. "It's all I want. "It's all I'm good for."
Eventually, after a lot of this kind of dirty talk, he half-turned toward the hole. He still didn't take his dick out.
"Please," I whispered. "Please. Oh please give it to me. Just fuck the wall, dude. Nobody will ever know."
Nothing. He kept playing with himself.
I kept it up.
He eventually took his dick out.
Then he slowly started moving it toward the hole.
I cannot express to you how slowly. It took him forever to make enough progress that my lips were barely brushing the head of his cock as it bobbed back and forth while he frigged it.
Then he came, and when he did, he just shoved his cock directly into my mouth and unloaded, grunt, grunt, grunt.
I'm guessing the part about me sitting around wanting to eat cum is what got to him, because it seemed very important to him that I take the load, even though he had not let me suck it or make myself responsible for his actual orgasm in any way. I was just there to catch it.
Which I loved.
Then he left.
Then I did.
I haven't mentioned all the other gay bitches who were there slouching in the halls in quite some time. I should mention them. Those bitches? They were over me. You should have seen the looks I was getting as I walked out the door.
Sorry, bitches.
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