This morning I thought, 'well, maybe I'll go check out Trifecrtawritingchallenge.com and see what's been going on over there...maybe write a mini-science-related ramble, or something'. Nope, this weekend challenge was not going to go there at all. This challenge has proved to be different. Although I did visualize robotic love-making and telescopic penis', it didn't materialize.
I've already been working on another project and had a piece suited for this weekends XXX just about completed. I changed it around a hair and it hasn't found it's way into my project yet, but here it is, none-the-less.
I feel obliged to remind the reader this IS XXX. It is graphic, descriptive and yes, this sort of grossness happens, every day of every week in a major city somewhere.
Bookstore Whore
Darkness flooded my eyes, which were, only moments ago,
bright with the sun’s light. A five-dollar bill assured my satisfaction. The
clear plastic-stripped curtains beckoned my entrance. It is what I desired and
where I would come to find love, many, many times afterwards. For now, it was
shiny and new.
A maze of small rooms, each with a door, offered a possible encounter. Several guys walked the maze in the shadows. Some
of them stood in front of unoccupied rooms, waiting for a taker. Like a carnie
calls out a customer in the crowd, they waited; silently calling.
It was I who was taken, I wanted to win the prize. I heard and went.
Darkness
was lighted by the gay porno’s glow, playing on the small television screen on the
back wall of the cubicle. It was enough light to barely see. Each of the side
walls had large grapefruit-sized holes, cut into the perfect place as to
receive a willing participant’s horniness. Black smears of who-know-what’s coated
the circumference of the hole. The floor was sticky with bodily fluids, as I
knelt to look into the hole.
Uncomfortable swelling filled my jeans with anticipation. It wasn't a clean place and my
shoe stuck to the floor. Second thoughts lost out; the original prevailed. Into the hole I peered. A guy. He saw me looking! I quickly moved out of his view.
Hormones reigned King and again I peeked through the hole. He was rubbing himself, he knew I could see. My hardness
pulsated. He slowly, methodically and
sexily unzipped his jeans, teasing me. He pulled it out, halfway hard and
wiggled it; up and down, he jiggled it in front of my face. My hands became wet
with sweat and my heart raced. How badly I wanted him to put it through the
hole. Terribly, I wanted to gorge.
Finally, and without warning, it appeared. Veiny and meaty,
it was there, in front of me, garnishing my attention. I took it, gently into
my hand, licked it with my tongue and wrapped my lips around it. After only
moments, the guy pulled himself from me and put his grimy and unkempt fingers
through the hole. He moved his finger to and fro in motion for me to come into
his room. Personal maintenance forgiven, I
came.
I walked into his room and he immediately grabbed my face and pulled it
to his own. He kissed me rough and grabbed a handful of my hair.
“I wanna fuck you, so bad, man,” he told me.
I fell to the floor, again taking him into my mouth. He
jimmied his pants from his waist and they fell to the floor. He pulled me from
my armpits up to his face and kissed me deep, fishing his tongue to catch his catch. His scruffy face left my smooth one red and angry. I didn’t care. I
wanted it and so did he.
With my pants now a pile of cloth on the nasty floor, he
bent me over. He spat into his hand and as a spatula to frosting, he smeared the
saliva onto my quivering and begging boy hole. Not at all your average cake walk.
I felt gross afterwards; ashamed. There’s a first time for everything, this was mine.
I've moved on since, now I live with the consequence. And the memory.
