I picked the wrong door

I was sitting at a diner, eves dropping on the two gay men next to me. One was telling the other, that he found an awesome glory hole at a local adult book store. I remembered, there were rumors about that, back when I was in high school and my friends and I used to sneak in so we could look at girlie mags. For some reason; that conversation stuck in my head.

When I had trouble sleeping, I couldn't help, but to jack off thinking about having a stranger suck me off at book store.

I finally decided to go, I mean, who doesn't like a blow job? I sat in my car a bit, trying to imagine my first time, with a man.

When I went in, I went right to the booths in the back. It was quiet a seemed empty. I saw that one of the empty booths had a hole in it's wall about the diameter of an orange. This must be it.

I went in, closing the door behind me. I turned on the lights and looked around. In a matter of seconds, I saw a dick appear in the hole. At first I thought about getting the hell out of there, then I realized "No one can see me."

I sat down on the little bench and looked at the hardening dick. It was a little larger then mine and seemed to be watching me back (silly sounding I know), waiting for me to make a move. I moved closer, my breath must have hit it because it twitched and I heard a slight moan from the other side. I grabbed it and gave a slight tug; immediately it was rock hard. I took time holding it and feeling it's warmth on the palm of my hand.

I could tell it was becoming impatient, so I leaned forward and just licked the head with the tip of my tongue, it twitched happily. I couldn't really taste anything, so I put the head just inside my mouth and closed my lips around it. Again a slight moan came.

I guess he could tell I was a newbie, I heard him say "first time?" I had almost forgotten this curious cock was attached to a man. With him still in my mouth I said umm humm. "Don't worry take your time, I'll warn you when I'm going to cum." I felt surprisingly relieved, though nervous. I moved him deeper into my mouth and stopped. Then I tried to remember how I liked my girlfriends to suck my cock. I took him out and started to lick the head and then the shaft. I was surprised how natural what I was doing felt, even though a day ago I would have said sucking cock was for girls and fags not me.

"Now put me back in your mouth." I began to slowly work my mouth up and down on this cock. I took my time and went slow, testing my ability to take it. I made my self gag a little, making my "customer" laugh. I became embarrassed and stopped.

"It's ok we've all been there, keep practicing." I felt encouraged and again began to suck and work him with my mouth. After a while I learned how to take him without gagging, though admittedly he did have a few more chances to laugh at me before I figured it out.

I started to alternate lightly sucking and massaging him with my tongue as I slide him in and out of my mouth. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it, especially considering I went in to get a BJ not give one. Just as I was really getting into it, he said he was close to cumming.

I stopped and pulled him out of my mouth. "Don't be a pussy, if you don't want to swallow, spit it out." I nervously started sucking him again. I could tell he was starting to tense up, and then he moaned. I felt his cum hit my tongue first then the back of my throat, making me flinch. I took every drop and my mouth felt full. I pulled my mouth off him and looked around the booth. Next to me was a trash can, probably meant to be used as a spittoon. I spit as much of it out as I could, wishing I had some mouth wash. "Thanx, you did good, I hope you keep practicing, you'll see swallowing not that bad."

I rushed to get out of there, so no one would see me, thinking I need to try the other booth if I come back.

Let me know if you want to hear about my next visit, also I'm thinking about a story inspired by my long lasting crush on vaniity (transsexual porn star).