Raunchy Sleazy Sex At A Bookstore

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I made my way down the long hall past the racks of porn videos, paperbacks, and mags to the viewing booths. A sleazy, skinny, leather jacketed dude with oily, slicked back hair was checking out the Glory Holes. Without bothering to close the doors, he bent down to watch the fellatio and cunnilingus on the other side. He reminded me of several Gay acquaintances. My Dick bulged at the memories and current prospects.

I entered Booth 1 at the end of the long hall and was checking out the Glory Hole when I heard someone enter Booth 2. It was the Leather Sleaze Pig. He spotted me peering up at him, dropped his trou, and pressed his skinny withered Butt against the orifice.

I knelt down and got my tongue right up inside him. It rolled over the tiny lumps and sores around his Ass Lips and worked its way inside his Rectum as far as I could go. His Ass Juices dribbled down my chin.

I stood up and slid in him. At first I thought I'd missed his Pussy because it was so goddamn loose. I fucked his POZ/NEG Asshole and wondered about my Status. It'd been 2 years since I'd been tested; and in the interim I’d fucked a hundred times. Considering that I felt so out of sorts, I figured I'd been POZZED somewhere along the way. I wouldn't know for sure till I got tested, and I had no plans for that.

Watching my Cock slide in and out of Fuck Pig's Hole I considered breeding him right then and there. He'd already begged me for my Cum, but I wasn't ready yet. For the time being I was content to plow his Pussy and let him beg for more.

I'd purposefully left the door ajar, and a steady flow of voyeurs peered in at me. In their concupiscence, each nudged the door a bit until it stood wide open. And there I was—fucking through the Glory Hole for all the world to see.

I pulled out, knelt down again, and pressed my puss against the Hole. I again lubed up his sores and lumps, then rose and slid back in. So nice and juicy! Man, that Sleazy Cunt was fine! I love a well-used Ass like his—especially if I know it's POZ.

The Sleaze Bucket begged me to cum in him, but I had other plans. I asked if he were into fisting. He'd barely whispered "Yeah, I am," before I had 2 fingers up his Ass. He moaned; and I plowed 3, then 4 digits into him. His swollen Lips began to bleed. I eased my thumb in, too—up to the knuckles.

He was shaking and thrusting back and forth, imploring "Easy, Man!" But I had no intention of giving him a break and rammed my fist in forcefully. FUCK! HE WAS A SLOPPY, JUICY MESS! When I pulled out, I smelt of SHIT, but I rimmed his oozing, bleeding Hole like any self-respecting Faggot would.

I heard POZ/NEG inhale his Poppers as I slid my Cock back in. I plowed his Ass hard as I could, suspecting he was already torn up inside, but nothing on God's Green Earth could have deterred me then. I felt the Death Seed well up in me. Unable to contain myself, I SHOT.

Heading to the john, I smiled at how he'd gotten much more than he'd bargained for. Hell, maybe I had too—all those lumps and sores and SHIT!

Still, I know I'm destined to repeat this scenario countless times before I die. I acknowledge I'm a repeat offender. I love raunchy sex—the nastier, the better. The bottom line is—Pig Sex is what it's all about. When you strip away the subterfuge, that's all there is.

[CherryHole]

You are so bad, so bad boy my cock is so hard for you right on