Chapter 4 - The Booth 

Eric felt as though his cock was going to fire loads of cum all over in his pants. Even being in such a ill-reputed setting, he never expected such a proposition. He was questioning his reasons for never fantasizing a bisexual experience. Her words, "You still enjoy cock," were echoing in his mind as he looked down at the image of a man being nailed by a lifelike cock strapped to the pelvis of a woman. He couldn't come up with a reason why he shouldn't indulge in the fantasy, after all it wasn't reality that was being effected... but it could lead in that direction. 

Walking down the aisle, Eric was feeling less inhibited than ever before. There was no reason for him to prohibit his imagination-men, women, trannies, animals-its all just sex. Since he was given the ability to experience pleasure, He couldn't see why he should deny himself. Life only comes around once, why let things pass by? 

He came upon the shemale section. He noticed covers filled with trannies having soft curves, round tits and hard cocks. For the first time he saw this appeal. What was the difference between trannies and a woman with a strapon? A single Y chromosome? A permanent flesh appendage instead of a removable latex one? Everything became shades of grey and the concrete divisions had melted. 

He grabbed a tranny video filled with gorgeous t-girls in lurid poses and positions. He set the strap-on video on the shelf and headed toward the checkout counter. He smiled to himself while walking there thinking about the new horizon that opened up to him, now an exciting new world would unfold and he couldn't wait to find out where it would lead him. 

Eric, approached the clerk who was talking on the telephone, noticing his many piercings as he placed the video cover on the counter. Not even making eye contact with Eric, the clerk turned to the wall filled with the actual DVD's and pulled out the movie and put it into a DVD player under the counter. Eric was confused when the clerk tossed a key towards him and said "ten dollars." The clerk nodded to the door behind him marked, "Couple Booths". Eric took out a ten dollar bill and handed it to the clerk, then he picked up the key and headed toward the door. He was feeling adventurous and figured there was no harm in trying another new thing. 

Opening the door, he walked into a long hallway with doors on either side. The lighting was almost non-existent and the purple painted walls reminded Eric of a halloween haunted house. The doors were labeled with numbers and Eric looked at the keychain, now glowing in the dark, to realize that he had reserved booth "9". He walked down the hall way listening to the murmers of pleasure eminating from behind the doors. "Was it the videos or the people watching them," he wondered. There were several men leaning against the walls or standing in the doorways the open booths while videos played on a monitor behind them. One such man at booth seven was leaning against his door with his hand down his pants while blaring moaning and the images of threesome played behind him. He nodded toward Eric who avoided the other's glance. "Still not that comfortable," Eric thought to himself. 

He reached the end of the hall and found booth nine. The door was closed and he thought he heard a grunting coming from within. Opening the door he was greeted to a man bent over while, apparently, a tranny was fucking him from behind. On the screen, he saw a man being double stuffed by two lean shemales as another was dipping her cock in and out of his mouth. Mesmerized by the image before him he was dazed and didn't notice when the tranny fucking the guy in front of him looked up to see the voyuer. She leaned over and whispered something into the bottom's ear and he turned his head to see Eric in an almost hypnotized state. 

"Wait your turn buddy" then man bellowed between grunts, knocking Eric out of his trance and sending him back into the hall, nearly tripping over his own feet. He closed the door and looked at the keychain again. "It's a six you idiot," he thought to himself. 

Eric heard laugher coming from the booth seven. The man had his hand out of his pants and said, "Happens every time." Eric grinned and chuckled, then found his booth, across from the voyeur, and opened the door. He found his DVD already playing on the monitor, a man was fucking the ass of a t-girl. After locking his door, he turned up the volume filling the small room with soft moans of pleasure and pain. 

Inspecting the room he found it relatively clean, as far as he could tell under the glow of the monitor. The dimensions were about eight by six feet. There was a small bag lined waste basket in the corner underneath a recessed tissue box and condom vending machine. A pleather lined bench was adjacent to the wall with the monitor and on the other side was a small peep hole about waste high from which emitted a soft glow. Behind the door there were several hooks for clothes. All in all this was a sexually functional little room. 

Eric took out several tissue and wiped off the bench. Surprisingly there was no cum residue, dry or otherwise. He took down his pants and underwear and hung them on the hooks. Getting comfortable on the bench, he watched his video while stroking his rock hard cock. He was just about to spit in his hand to lubricate his efforts when he felt a little off. Looking around the room he finally noticed that the glow from the peep hole was gone. Dismissing it as the video next door being over, Eric continued to stroke his cock. 

For some reason he kept looking back to the hole and was stunned to see a thin finger sliding in and out of the hole. Getting up from the bench for a closer look he saw behind the hole and probing finger a tongue bathing a pair of red lips. Sticking the tongue out through the hole, Eric understood the agreement. He got up and was about to position his cock through the hole when it collided with the plastic wrapping of a condom. "Good girl, safety first" he thought while taking the condom from below, tearing off the wrapping and rolling it down his shaft. 

Aiming his prick through the hole he felt warm hands steadying the base and a warm mouth engulfing the engorged head. He instinctively started humping. He looked down to see the lipstick smeared over the condom. He figured the girl didn't like his motions when the mouth left his aching cock. He relaxed and left the job up to her. The tongue was swirling around the mushroomed head and flicked around the underside. 

Eric was moaning, feeling his balls begin to tighted. He was anticipating cumming when the blow job stopped. At first he thought she just needed a breather, but after almost a minute he was getting frustrated. "What the fuck" he thought to himself and started to hump the hole again. He felt something slimey slip around against his cock. At first he was relieved that she started again but then when the fondling kept up for another minute Eric finally withdrew his cock to see what was going on. 

When he squatted down to peer through he saw a condom wrapped cock bobbing up and down. A thousand questions blasted through his head. Was there a woman in there with the man? Did the owner of this cock just give him head? If so, why was he wearing lipstick? Did this mean that he was gay? What did this guy want in return? 

The answer to that last question became known when the head of the cock slid through the opening nearly brushing against Eric's cheek. His heart was pounding he knew he had to make an important decision. He had already come this far, considering a bisexual experience with a strange couple, jerking off to transsexuals and now had his cock sucked by a man in lipstick. 

Somehow, as though on autopilot, the decision was already made. Before he knew what he had done, the cock was inside gliding against the roof of his mouth, while he strained his lips to prevent the grazing of his teeth. "What the fuck am I doing?" he questioned himself while beginning to bob his head over the cock, getting it deeper and deeper each time going down. His gag reflex started to kick in and he descended slowly, getting his throat used to the feeling. Breathing deeply through his nose he smelled the soapy musk from the crotch. "This guy takes care of himself," Eric thought. 

He was now deep throating each time he bobbed down. This was getting easier and easier for him as he went, however the position he was in was uncomfortable. He removed the condom clad cock from his mouth and got onto his knees. He looked at the prick for a moment and noticed how it differed from his own. The head was much narrowed but the shaft, about six and a half inches, was thick and a little narrower at the base. It reminded him of an enlogated football. He grabbed the base with one motion took the whole thing into his mouth until the man's well groomed pubes touched his nose. When Eric would have only the head in his mouth he would swirl his tongue around a couple times before descending again. 

After about a minute of his almost expert cock sucking, Eric felt the head of the cock harden and swell, even the veins on the underside of the shaft seemed to stiffen as the prick went from flesh to rock. Eric quickened the pace, he wanted to make this desecration of boundaries count. A The cock started to twitch and a detectable warmth filled his mouth. The rigidity of the dick was cushioned by a liquid layer of spunk. 

Eric dismounted and noticed that the cum had seeped out from the base of the condom and was dripping down his balls. He touched his chin and felt a smily coating of cum. He considered scooping it into his mouth and tasting cum for the first time. Instead he took a tissue from the holder and wiping it off, telling himself, "safety first." 

Still on his knees, Eric saw the guy from the other side bring his face level with the hole and obviousy ready to reciprocate. His face was narrow and quite feminine, a hint of eye liner and blush accented his almond eyes. Just a trace of lipstick was left on his half open lips. Eric, had maintained a hardon thoughout this encounter, keeping the condom secure. He got to his feet and guided his cock into the awaiting mouth. 

There was no more rushing, no rapid bobbing to force an outcome, just a soothing, almost loving, caressing of mouth and tongue on cock. Eric leaned forward to get as much of his dick through the gloryhole. While having his cock worshiped by the person on the other side, Eric looked over to the monitor. He had forgotten its presence, but soon enjoyed the images it displayed. The scene showed a man fucking a transsexual in the missionary position while being fucked from behind by another tranny. 

Eric closed his eyes and imagined being fucked by a stunning transsexual with soft ass and tits, with her reaching around to tweak his nipples as another climbs underneath to suck his cock presenting him with her own for him to pleasure and complete the 69 position. He imagined that it was a tranny giving him this incredible blow job he was experiencing just then. With all these images floating around his mind's eye, he felt a warmth growing in his gut. His balls began to tighted and his cock grew rock solid. The mouth on the other side began to apply suction while evenly bobbing on his cock, each upstroke gave way to tittilating flicking of the tongue around the glands. The rhythm of the blow job was in perfect tune with his stimulation. Waves of pleasure seemed to cascade over his body, filling his head with endorphins and his loins with pressure. Several times Eric thought he had breached the tipping point only to surpass it and experience a new level of pleasure. Then came the orgasm rippling through his 
body, sending a shudder down his spine and cum pouring out his cock. His consciousness seemed to disappear behind a haze a pleasure. 

A loud audible pop filtered through the wall as the mouth came off the spent cock. Eric stumbled back and sat on the pleather bench opposite the gloryhole, leaning against the wall and letting his penis grow flacid, twitching with each pulse. Once again he saw the soft glow from the monitor through the hole to the other side. Hearing the door open and close reminded him that this was a rented booth and he should get going. 

While men and t-girls were still grunting and moaning from the screen, Eric slipped off the cum filled condom, wrapped it in tissues and tossing it into the waste bin. He proceeded to clean himself and the pleather seat that was slimy with cum that trailed down his balls from the condom. 

Eric felt like a new man as he put his clothes back on. He had experienced far beyond what he ever planned and he was only hours into his wife's trip. He started to get that fluttering feeling once again deep in his gut, while imagining what was to happen next. He had just made a tremendous leap, now those fantasies that he harbored before only seemed like baby steps. With that in mind, he felt liberated, nothing was beyond him now. He left the booth, returned the key and exited the store. This week would know no bounds... 


