I’ve been sucked many times in booths and through glory
holes, but I have only sucked a few guys in return. I’m
really picky, I guess, but unless a guy’s cock is
actually attractive to me, and he’s squeaky clean
looking in appearance, dress, grooming, etc., I’m not
really interested in him. But I do crave cock every now
and then, although I also love sex with women. I guess
that’s why I’m called “Bi.”

One night, I was pretty horny with nothing else to do,
so I visited the Adult Bookstore on North Federal
Street in Denver. This was a popular place with about
twenty private booths with lockable doors. There almost
always were a number of guys there, and it was a good
place to make a contact or get some easy and very good
sex.

Each booth had a little red light over it, and when you
pumped tokens into the machine, that little red light
came on outside – the booths were dark inside except
for the light from the TV screen. If one of those
little red lights outside was on, and the door was
ajar, it generally meant that the person inside the
booth was interested in having company. But, of course,
the glory holes were more favored for making contact.

This night I got five dollars worth of tokens, made my
way into the dimly lighted hallway where all the booths
were, and found an unoccupied one. I settled in, fed
the machine some quarters, used an alcohol swab to
sterilize the plastic chair seat, dropped my pants – no
shorts tonight – and settled into the plastic chair. I
spread my naked butt cheeks apart so I could feel the
cool plastic on my sensitive hole, relaxed, extended my
legs and started strokin’. My cock was already a little
slippery-wet from fantasies I had in anticipation of
coming here and cumming.

I flipped through the movie channels until I found one
that seemed to hit the spot: a petite, long-haired
blonde, slim chick doing an outstanding job of sucking
a good-sized dude. I leaned back to enjoy and
masturbate – yummy!

I knew that the booths here all had glory holes
(‘though I’d never heard them called that yet), and I
knew that you could sometimes get some very good head
by sticking your dick through one of them (they were
about 6″ square). But, tonight, I wasn’t really in the
mood for that. Strokin’ felt so damned good and the
movie I was watching reminded me of the little blonde
sweetie I had broken up with recently, so I was a
pretty happy camper.

But before long, a persistent “hssst” from the hole on
my right got my attention. I looked over to see a very
pleasant Hispanic face leaning down, smiling at me. I
kind of smiled back, and just kept strokin’, but he had
definitely gotten my attention and the idea of getting
a blowjob had definitely entered both my heads and
begun to take over my horny brain.

I bent over and peeked through to watch him as he
stroked. Like me, he had dropped his pants and shorts
(if he wore any) and was stroking an unusually
attractive cock. It wasn’t really big, only about or 6-
1/2″, just about the size of my own pride and joy; it
was perfectly formed with a helmet-head that was a
little larger than mine, with a big, pronounced flared
corona.

I watched him a few minutes, our eyes making frequent
contact. Then I couldn’t hold out any longer, I reached
through the glory hole and started playing with his
balls as he stroked. He let go of his cock, and I
grasped it and stroked him at the same time I was
stroking myself. As I did this, I realized that I was
releasing an enormous amount of precum, and my hand was
covered with it. I changed hands quickly and grasped
his fine prick with my wet hand for a few strokes. He
seemed to like the feeling of that, and after a few
minutes, he stood and moved toward the glory hole.

As I backed off, he stuck his cock through the hole,
his wet-shiny head inviting me to suck. I couldn’t
resist. I knelt down and began licking the head of his
bulging dick, all slick with his juices. It tasted so
damned good, and his flesh was solid, hot and suddenly
I was hotter than all get out.

Before I knew it I was sucking him deep, taking him as
far in as the thin wall would let me. He was pressed
against the wall on his side, and had most of his cock
through the hole, and my face met him halfway through
the large opening. I sucked and swirled him, gathered
saliva and tongued it all around his cock, all the
while jacking myself deliciously. He seemed to realize
that it was difficult to move one’s head in this
positing, so he began fucking his hips back and forth,
drawing his cock almost out of my mouth and then
sliding it back in as I twisted and swirled on his
meat.

I could feel him starting to swell, and I thought he
might cum. But instead, he pulled back, whispering,
“Give me yours, man.” So I stood, pressed my belly hard
up against the wall and stuck my own dick – now harder
than steel – back through the gloryhole and into
paradise.

Oh, man alive! His mouth was the sweetest I’d ever
experienced. He went to work on me with almost love and
affection and lots of skill and talent. Lips and tongue
were everywhere he could reach for the next five
minutes or so of the best fellatio I’d ever had. I got
close to cumming, but didn’t want to so soon, so like
him I pulled back, hard as it was to do that.

I was breathless and all hot and flushed from being
sucked so good, and he was breathing hard from his
efforts. I leaned down and for some dumb reason said,
“You got any weed, man?” Yeah, I was a pothead. He kind
of looked at me funny for a few minutes, and then I
guess he thought, “What the Hell, we’ve just sucked
each other so he must not be a cop.” He said, “Out in
my car. You want to go out with me?”

“Sure,” I replied, still whispering. “If we can pick up
where we left off here…” He just grinned and raised
his eyebrows slightly and nodded.

We zipped up and headed for the parking lot. They kept
it unlighted, for the sake of privacy I guess. He
unlocked his car and I got in, while he opened the
truck and took out a big paper bag. Then he got in
front beside me. He took out a big baggie and offered
it to me, for a reasonable price, of course. I said
okay, paid him, and then he told me to put it away and
he used his own to roll a big fat one.

We shared that one, and then he said he wanted to suck
me some more so I shucked my pants down to my ankles
and laid back in the seat while he proceeded to blow me
completely, slowly, sweetly… I mean that guy knew
how. It was fantastic and when I warned him I was ready
to squirt he just kept on and took it all and seemed to
love it. By that time he had his cock out and so I
naturally returned his favor, playing with his balls
(he was shaved, I wasn’t then although I shave now),
and sucking him all the way down.

It didn’t take him long to gush, and when I felt him
start I pulled back and let his juice fly all over his
stomach, my hand, my face. And was it ever wonderful,
seeing and feeling it.

After we recovered, we parted. Later we met a few more
times, usually at my house since I was single.
Alejandro was his name, and he was a really neat guy
with a great sense of humor and as horny as I was. We
never tried ass-fucking, just sucking and jacking –
although we did use our fingers on each other a time or
two. I miss him. I’m always looking for another friend
like “Alejandro.”