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Sunday PM, Apr 27, 2003


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Filename: unreale1.txt
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TOPIC: Gay sex, M/M, public sex, sex club, adult bookstore



Unreal Experiences at New Arcade, part 1

Written by Matt Finnish


	One of my favorite tricks emailed me and wanted to hook up. I said sure, let's get together up north at my favorite arcade. He said I hate that place. Who knew. Okay mister smart guy, where do you want to meet? He said there was another arcade in Boys Town that was his favorite. I had never been there and told him it could be a great adventure.

	I got there around 11:30 and paid the admission fee. The minute I went through the turnstyle I felt the energy. That unmistakeable energy that only places like this have. Kinda like the backroom at leather bar, but more honest and intense. The place was pitch black, well practically and it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust. I had no clue about the layout and literally had to feel my way around. It wasn't long before I figured out the place was essentially a maze of booths. Most didn't have doors but they all seemed to have gloryholes.

	The place was full of guys milling around and I could make out shadows in the doorless booths. One guy would be right up against the wall and on the other side, another guy would be kneeling. The familiar sounds along with the atmosphere were turning me on and my cock was snaking down my left leg. The sounds of pure pleasure were unlike anything I've experienced at my favorite haunt. I think it was the dark.

	I moved into a doorless booth and got down on my knees facing out into the hall. When a tall black guy walked by, then walked back to get a better look, I knew I had him. He moved into the next booth and within a second he had his sizeable dick through the hole. I took it into my hands and fed it into my mouth and to the back of my throat. He got hard and I continued softly fucking my face with his rod. The taste and texture of his cock was incredible. It'd been a while since I had a really nice clean black cock and I was in pure lust. I knew this was not going to be an ordinary night.

	I continued to impale my face with the black cock, putting on a show for anyone who wanted to squint through the darkness. My own cock was rock hard in my jeans and I had to free it. I let go of the black cock and it looked like art sticking through the gloryhole. I pushed my jeans to the floor and took off my leather jacket. I wasn't wearing a shirt. I went back to fucking my face and sucking the taste off the black dick. The guy was breathing really hard and rubbing himself all over the other side of the wall. He let me suck him for a while and then withdrew. He came into my stall and found me basically naked. He pulled me up. He must have been 6'7". He embraced me and his hardon rub my collarbones. He started rubbing his hands all over my body including my smooth ass. I held onto his erection and pumped and stroked and licked it. He tasted so good. I didn't even realize that this guy pumped up until he put my hand on his torso. He had an 8-pack and his arms were pure muscle, lean and tight. His pecs were a thing of beauty and his nipples stuck out hard like erasers. I twisted them a little but they didn't seem to be a hot button for him and I went back to worshiping his finely sculpted figure. Coupled with his big dick, I was more than happy to play on this Jungle Gym.

	He stroked my dick and lapped up the precum. I was getting really turned on watching him eat me. After he lubbed up his fingers with my precum and his spit, he started knocking on my back door. I usually don't fuck, but I always clean myself out when I know I'm going to meet my trick. We like to rim each other for days and we are both meticulous when it comes to keeping our holes clean.

	Like I said, I don't usually fuck, but I was under some kind of spell. I kept thinking, I think this guy is the Devil. And I love it.

	He slurred into my ear and I said "Oh yeah". We didn't leave the booth. Suddenly the walls opened up and the hard floor turned soft. It got even darker and I took off my shoes and jeans. I laid down on my back and heard my Jungle Gym lube his tube and slick a rubber on it without a struggle. He lube it somemore and then slid his hand into my ass. He fucked me with his long lean fingers for a while until I was begging him to put his dick inside. He grabbed my legs and in one swift motion brought my hole to his cock which impaled me and kept impaling me until I felt it in my throat. I could barely speak. His dick was choking me from the inside. I was in heaven. He kept my legs spread and wide. He fucked deep and long. When I do get fucked, I love feeling the length of the guy go in and out. My Jungle Gym knew it and fucked me with pure lust.

	We were in perfect sync and almost by suprise, he bent over as my cock errupted. He reached down and aimed my hardon at his face. I came in five great waves, each arcing towards his mouth, and he lapped it up like a good man. When I was convulsing, he withdrew, took off the rubber and jerked his cum all over me and all over the booth. He roared the entire time. I was showered with cum and began wiping it off my face and body and eating it. His cum tasted like his cock, wonderful. I couldn't get enough and ate as much as I could find.

	Within a second, he was dressed and gone.

	
	I made my way back out into the maze of booths in search of my trick or another great experience. I was beginning to think there was no way I would find my trick and that he had bascially just wanted me to have a good time while he did too in the darkness of the maze. When we do hook up, he likes to watch me suck other guys. We get off on sharing.

	Anyway, the smell of the place had penetrated not on my nostrils, but my being and I was in animal-mode. As I walked past one booth, I noticed a figure leaning against the partition. When I got closer I could see the figure was naked. He was sniffing and licking his armpits and playing with this pierced nipples. I reached down and felt his fat hard on. I sniffed at his pits and they smelled like the cinnamon gum he was chewing. I sniffed deeper and smelled his sex. Being a fan of piercings, I worked his nipples and the rings with some expertise, then I began to notice he wasn't a white American boy. Turns out he was French. He spoke very little English but was full of passion and pure sex. I explored his body out in the open hall way as if we were in private windowless hotel room. My tongue explored every square inch of his body. I took my cues from his reactions. He kept eating out his armpits and I took the rest of him. It wasn't long before he turned around and spread his small buns to reveal his freshly fucked hole. I wondered if my Jungle Gym had been here. He was clean, but on fire. My tongue took to his firebox like a horse to hay. I almost got my entire head in his hole, but he stopped me, turned around and pushed his FAT shaved dick into my mouth and errupted. He came in short bursts at first, then a little more, and the finally in a big spurt...then another. His cum was almost tasteless and I was incredibly turned on by the way his dick was feeding me. When he finished, he thanked me in French and then just stood there. I thanked him and walked away. When I turned around, he was standing there just like he was when I approached him, ready for another man to come along and have their way with him.

	When I turned the corner of the maze, I bumped into a guy. Oh sorry. I moved around him and then realized what was going on. There was a gloryhole in the wall of the booth. This guy was in the corridor feeding his dick into the booth. I thought that was brilliant. I stopped to watch him for a while. It was amazing. He was being serviced my someone in the booth, but he was in the hall. Whoever was in the booth must have been doing a great job because this guy was going crazy. I think part of it might have been the exhibitionist in him. He started running his hands up his shirt, massaging his chest while I started pumping his dick through the hole. From what I could tell he had a pretty long schlong. I walked over to him and helped him hook his shirt over his head and started massaging his pecs and running my hands over his completely smooth but bulked-up chest. He leaned over and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I pushed back with my tongue and we took turns sucking tongue. It was pretty hot. I wanted to reach down for his dick, but he was firmly planted in the hole and we began to listen to the cocksucker. He was crazy with lust sucking and slurping all over the guy's tool. He kept encouraging himself and the guy with his dick in the hole was loving it. A few other guys came by to watch, a couple commenting on having a gloryhole positioned on the outside wall. Someone said they would love to get fucked through the hole while everyone watched. It was a pretty remarkable and unusual scene.

	I tired of sucking the stud's face and went in pursuit of more meat.

	I found a booth in a corner and went in. I slipped on some cum and knew this was probably a pretty active booth. Even at my favorite arcade, it's the booths in the corners that get the most attention, just like in public toilets.

	I took off my jacket and pushed my jeans to the floor. I was content to stroke for a while as I worked out in my head my next move. It was long before I heard someone walk by to notice the door closed and then move into the neighboring booth. I waited to see what was next. Nothing for a moment, then I put my fingers in the hole. I tapped and the guy unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. I heard him take off his shirt. Then he put his dick through the hole. Fuck! There really is nothing like seeing a guy's dick come through a gloryhole. It only means one thing and one thing only: Suck my dick. It gets me hot every time.

	The dick that came through the hole could have been mine. It had the same shape, length, and width. The head was the same. Even the fat vein on the top that runs the length of my rod was the same. I don't know about you guys, but if I could suck my own dick...and I mean really suck it down my throat, I wouldn't leave the house. I started working the hardon through the hole as if it were my own dick. Apparently the guy on the other side likes his dick worked just like I like mine worked. I worshiped the cock and it fed me lots of tasty precum, just like my own cock. I sucked and squeezed the precum out onto my tongue and made a *smack* sound when I ate it. I found my coat in the corner and took out my poppers. I know how my own dick responds to poppers. I enhaled deeply and began to fly. The cock got harder and began to pulse. It was then I noticed my own cock was responding the same way. I went for it and sucked and worshiped the dick. My own hand was pumping my cock while I sucked the dick through the hole down my throat. It came and so did I. The dick through the hole came more than I did and while it was struggle to contain it, I managed and let the pool of cum soak into my tongue, opening my mouth a little to let some air in so I could really taste it. Then I swallowed. The cock went soft and withdrew.

	I would have stayed longer, but it was really late and someone said the place was going to close soon.

	Matt Finnish
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