Phoenix sex shop

True story:

I was in Phoenix on business. It was August, and the days were regularly 115* After my second day of meetings, hopping in and out of trucks to go look at empty tracks of desert, and sweating my ass of, I was done.

I left the office around six. I was flying out the next day at 10. Stopping to fill the rental car up with gas, I ran inside the store and grabbed a cold six pack and some smokes. Although mostly quit with smoking, I like to have one or two when drinking. I replace the nozzle, hop in my car, and head out on the 10. Driving, I put on some nondescript rock, grab a beer, and down it in two nice gulps. I replace the can in the bag, and grab one more. Now listen, I'm not fond of drinking and driving. This is not a regular thing, and it really was only two beers...

I take a big swig from my second beer, and set it in the cup holder. Leaning back in the moderate sized car, I adjust my 6'4" 275 lb body. I reach my free hand town to adjust my cock and balls, and let it set there. Damn, my cock feels good. I can feel how full my balls are. I've been so damn busy, I haven't had sex, or time to take care of myself.

I pulled of the next exit. I needed to stop and check my phone. I know every city has sex shop somewhere.

Zorbas. This is the spot to go to in Phoenix. I went.

Walking in to the shop was a huge adjustment from the glaring light and oppressive heat. I got an instant chill, and couldn't see shit. For an awkward moment I had to just stand there until I got my senses. The guy behind the counter said, "it's ok. Happens a lot". I asked him where the boothes were, and he pointed. I started to move, but the guy said, "you need anything first"?
Like what? I said.
Like some lube, or poppers.
I'll take some poppers.

It was dark, and there were men everywhere, just hanging in the hall. None of the boothes have doors. You turn a blind corner to get in, and you are supposed to put up a small chain to block entry. The only rule is, do not enter a chained booth.

Sitting in the booth, I dropped a $20 into the video machine, pulled my already rigid cock out of my pants, and opened my poppers. I put the video channel on some gay interracial porn, hit the poppers and started stroking. Within a minute or two, there was a guy in my booth. It was my fault, I forgot to put up the chain. I was a little surprised, but I mean, this is why I came here. I motioned my face towards his crotch and said, "let's see it". He unzipped and pulled out a meaty, but softish dick. I leaned over and immediately placed my lips on the head and sucked it slowly into my mouth. His cock instantly twitched and I felt the blood move and his member stiffen on my tongue. I kept stroking my cock and started working his. It smelled of sweat, and tasty musky and salty, and manly. I rolled over and dropped to my knees. I undid his pants and let them drop. I then pulled down hi briefs to reveal a pair of big deep hanging balls. I attacked them while my hand worked his shaft. His balls were still sweaty and I licked that musky scent savoring every moment. After a few moments of absolute ball worship, I pause, hit my poppers, and begin to suck a nice fat 6.5" dick. I love poppers and cock. My head began to swim and I started to pick up the pace on this dick. He put his hands on my head and started fucking my face. I took that cock deep in my throat. I started to produce the kind of spit that comes from a good throat fucking, coating his cock so it more easily goes deeper into my throat. I was jacking furiously when I pulled my head from his cock to utter, "I'm gonna cum".

He motioned me to get up. It was difficult, but I did. I am such a bottom. He reached down and stopped me from stroking and got down on his knees. He took my whole cock and just started sucking, slowly and rhythmically. I came. Just like that. My body shook, and I popped. The guy stood up quickly and immediately started to try and kiss me. I hungrily accepted. There's something so hot about two men kissing. I think it's naughtier than cock sucking. I had no idea he was holding my cum, and I felt the rush of fluid and the flavor of semen. I grabbed his head and kissed him deeply. After a moment when my cum was gone, he pushed me away and applied some pressure on my shoulders. I had some unfinished business. I take his hard cock back into my now ver wet mouth and begin to suck. My head is working up and down and my hand reaches for and starts massaging his balls. They're getting tight and I start moving a little faster. I want more cum in my pig mouth. As I'm sucking away, and milking this stranger's cock for its cum, I think, I really am a pig, and my cock starts getting hard again.

Just like that, his rhythm changes, and he's starting to spew. It's so much I have to swallow once. I wanted to savor this load, but I wind up gulping. The last spurt stayed right in my mouth and as he withdrew I clamped my lips to squeegee every bit of his cum into my hungry mouth. I just knelt there for a minute rolling his juice around in my mouth, enjoying the moment. He bent down, kissed me, and asked if I wanted to go back to his place, he didn't live far. I said I wasn't sure, but he told me his boyfriend was home, and we could have some real fun. He then asked me if I'd ever had my ass fucked...

I stood up, pulled up my pants, grabbed my poppers and said, "let's go".