Disasterology 101 (3 page)

Something in his stomach flipped. Instead of trying to hide his reaction the way he’d always done in the past, he gathered his courage and nodded back.

He zeroed in on the “male peepshow booths” sign and wondered about the guy’s reaction while he crossed the street. Thanks to the group of tourists leaving the coffee shop and forcing Kevin to move out of the way he never got to witness it.

You’re here, Kev. Get it out of the way. You can always date later. Your chances might even be better if you have some experience.

Kevin didn’t allow himself to second guess his decision. He entered the store and scanned his surroundings quickly. A rather colorful collection of bongs. Videos. Sex toys. Knowing what he was after wouldn’t be in plain sight, he took a deep breath and approached the register. Two minutes later he was headed towards the back of the store, five bucks worth of tokens safely tucked into the front pocket of his jeans.

The security guard standing by the stairs directed Kevin to the second floor when he mumbled his preference. No small talk. No weird looks. Just a head gesture and he was in. Kevin sighed with relief. He most definitely appreciated the brevity of it.

The bulletin board at the top of the stairs warned customers that women weren’t allowed on that floor and showed covers of the movies available for viewing. He wasn’t here for the porn, so he barely glanced at it. Any title would do for what he had in mind.

The hallway was poorly lit and there were doors on both sides of it. Bright red lights over some of the doors indicated which booths were already occupied. A couple of them were ajar. This might have been Kevin’s first time visiting a peeping booth, but he was fully aware of the meaning of
that
.

There was a creak at the bottom of the stairs followed by soft steps. Kevin hurried through the narrow hallway until he found an empty booth. If he was lucky someone would join him soon enough.

It was dark.

Mouth dry and heart beating fast, he stayed by the door and let his eyes adjust. A few seconds later he was able to see a long bench against the wall and a small screen near it. He could also hear moans and grunts through the walls.

All thoughts escaped him. Someone was getting thoroughly fucked. A guy by another guy, if the store’s policy of not allowing women inside the male viewing booths was strictly enforced.

The moans and grunts got louder and Kevin’s cock got harder.

He dropped some tokens into the machine with a slightly trembling hand, turned the knob to choose a random title, and waited for the movie to play. The soft light coming from the screen allowed him to see the floor for the first time. There was jizz all over it. Guys had masturbated and shot their loads in this place. He should’ve been grossed out by the sight; instead his cock rose to full mast.

He approached the small screen, transfixed by the scene playing on it. Three guys were making out by a pool, their naked bodies ripped, hairless, shiny and tan. One was wearing a jockstrap. Kevin didn’t understand why, but he was fucking hot.

The first guy was lying on a pool chair. The second guy straddled him, lowering himself slowly until the first guy’s cock was deeply buried inside him. The third guy stood next to the pool chair. He kissed the first guy at the same time as he fed the second guy his cock. There were no condoms. Only lube, saliva and pre-cum.

The second guy’s tight ass was a sight to behold.

Kevin’s ears rang. His eyes burned. His breath caught. He’d never been harder in his life. He’d watched plenty of gay porn before, but always in the privacy of his home and without the live soundtrack.

He stifled a moan as he moved closer to the screen, watching the shiny head of the third guy’s cock slide in and out of the second guy’s mouth.

His own mouth watered. Kevin wanted a cock pushing past his lips all the way down his throat. He wanted to explore its flavor and texture with his tongue, and he wanted his jaw to ache because he couldn’t stop doing it, he’d like it that much.

And he wanted it to happen here. He wanted it in the dark
and
fast. He wanted a no fuss, no muss initiation into his new sexual life. He’d changed his mind. He was done waiting.

He pulled his t-shirt up and his zipper down to free his impossibly hard cock, mesmerized by images and sounds he’d only allowed himself to fantasize about before his divorce. Years of denial had boiled down to him waiting for some stranger to walk in and let Kevin fuck him. The sooner, the better, though. He had to get to his second job.

He put two fingers in his mouth to get them wet and rubbed them over his nipples, pulling until the tips stood out. His breathing was ragged and his balls were heavy with cum. Groaning, he abandoned his nipples and rolled his balls in the palm of his hand. It was moments like this when he wished he had four hands.

“Let me help you with that.”

Kevin was so far gone it took him a few seconds to realize the voice he’d heard wasn’t coming from one of the guys on the screen. He tried to turn around but long, lean arms encircled him from behind and took his dick firmly in a leather-gloved hand.

Kevin stopped breathing.

The guy had a dress shirt on. It was too dark to see if it was blue, but the gloves were the same kind the pretty thug from the coffee shop had been wearing.
Oh Lord
. Had he followed Kevin inside?

Jesus.

Anticipation the likes of which he’d never experienced rushed through his body. Could it be him? Shit. Kevin was all up for it being the dude with the earrings and the crazy hair. He liked what he saw, and he’d made his interest more than evident before he left the coffee shop.

But even if it turned out to be somebody else, Kevin knew he wouldn’t ask him to leave. That’s how damn out of his mind horny he was; how desperate to feel the weight of another man’s body against his. He felt like he’d waited his entire life for it, and any male body would be fine right about now.

What could only be compared to a hundred year old dam of suppressed desire had been broken by the sexy groans and growls he could hear through the walls, and there was no containing it any more.

He watched enthralled as the strong hand squeezed his cock
just
right and smeared his pre-cum all over it. The guy kept quiet and his face was hidden by the shadows, but Kevin could feel him breathe. The black leather glove added a certain level of danger to the whole thing.

It was erotic as hell.

Fuck.

Was it
him
?

Kevin slid his hand up the guy’s long arm, taking a moment to encircle surprisingly hard biceps before brushing his fingers against a soft neck. Next he felt the luscious lips and the metal on them.

Kevin’s hand stilled.

That probably didn’t mean anything. Lots of guys wore them these days, right? It could’ve been anyone, but that lip ring definitely helped Kevin pretend that the dude fondling him was the same one he’d seen at the coffee shop.

There was a harder pull on his cock and what almost felt like a soft kiss on his cheek. He closed his eyes and fucking prayed it was
him
. The guy moved his head to the side, making contact with Kevin’s hand. The cornrows were way softer than he had thought they would be.

Kevin whimpered shamelessly. What little control he had left over his body disappeared.

Pretty Thug reached between Kevin’s legs and pulled on his sac. He pumped Kevin’s cock fast. Once, twice, thrice and Kevin shot all over the black leather glove. Had he not been so turned on from watching his spunk on the guy’s hand, he’d have been mortified by how fast he came.

It didn’t last long, though. The guy produced a wipe from somewhere and cleaned off the evidence. “I want you to come with me.”

“Oh, I’ll be coming again all right,” Kevin muttered. S
ooner than you think.

“I meant across the street.”

Kevin closed his eyes and leaned against the taller man, trying to recover his breath.

That’s when he felt the thick bulge against his lower back.

“Why across the street?”

“Because it’s brighter and cleaner, and also becau—”

Kevin turned around and slammed Pretty Thug against the wall. “I’m fine here, but thanks.”

“Take it easy, mate,” the guy said, pushing away from the wall. “I’m not going anywhere. We have time. Not much, but we have some time.”

Kevin resented that. There was so much he wanted to try now that he was so close to another man, but there probably wasn’t enough time in the world to try all the things that kept flashing into his mind.

He covered those pink lips with what he knew was brutal force. His own lips hurt, but he didn’t ease up. Another whimper escaped him when Pretty Thug grabbed his jaw, forced Kevin’s mouth to open wider and pushed his tongue inside.

The guy had a damn tongue stud.

And apparently at some point over the past half hour he’d developed a metal fetish. He was getting into the kiss when, all of a sudden, the hot stranger wrenched his mouth away from Kevin’s.

Kevin ground his now throbbing dick against the guy’s hip and shoved his hand down the dress pants the guy was wearing. Pretty Thug grabbed Kevin’s hips, either pulling him closer or trying to resist him. Kevin didn’t give a shit which. There was a chant in his head… some unknown force compelling him to take whatever he needed while he had the chance. He closed his fingers around warm, pulsing flesh. He almost came again just from hearing Pretty Thug groan.

Kevin dropped to his knees in front of the guy and made quick work of his belt, incapable of waiting any longer to have him in his mouth. He pushed those dress pants down along with the tightest, sexiest pair of briefs he’d ever seen. A long and thick erection sprang free. Kevin’s face was so close to it he could easily inhale him. Taste him.

“Wait.” Strong hands landed on his shoulders. Kevin looked up, his frown making it known he wasn’t happy about being stopped. “We need rubbers first.”

“Rubbers?” It took about three seconds for him to figure out what in the world the guy was talking about. In Kevin’s opinion, condom was a much nicer word. Then something else dawned on him. “You sound like the characters from Doctor Who.” And damn if that didn’t turn him on even more. “Are you British?”

The guy didn’t bother to answer. He just took a square plastic wrapper out of one of his pockets and put it on. Then he put on another…and
another
one. “Are you going to blow me or not?”

Kevin figured the guy was being extra careful due to the fact they were strangers. If he wanted to wear ten condoms, that was fine by Kevin. He actually appreciated it.

Dismissing his thoughts, Kevin wrapped his mouth around that fat cock and almost choked on it. The guy was big. Not to mention, condoms tasted like shit. His eyes watering, he took a deep breath and tried again. This time he almost sucked the damn condoms off the guy’s dick.

“Wait.”

Now what?

“What is it?”

“I want you to come with me to my office.”

Kinky, but no.

Kevin squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed the guy by the hips with entirely too much force. “I’m not going anywhere.” He needed to get a handle on this. He needed to make this guy hot for him. He needed to talk him out of those condoms and get him to come all over him.

How difficult could it be?

Kevin released the guy’s cock and pushed his face against his balls. He dug that. Feeling the hairless heavy sac on his face drove him out of his mind.

“Don’t breathe on me like that.”

“What?”

“Germs.” The guy grunted, pushing his length against Kevin’s lips. “You’re breathing—there are too many…germs here…”
Huh?
“Just keep your mouth closed around my cock.”

Kevin chalked up those words to eccentricity. The guy was wearing gloves in the middle of the summer after all.

He licked the latex covered length from head to base several times, getting used to the artificial flavor of the condom, and the shape of the man. Every nerve in Kevin’s body was on alert, hunger rapidly overtaking him. Another deep breath and he started the back and forth motion that was as old as time.