Plow Me in the Last Arcade Booth

The city was blanketed in white, and the snow continued to fall. The quiet streets had deep furrows of snow through which an occasional taxi or auto would creep. I was surprised that the coffee shop was open, and that so many hearty souls had ventured out for breakfast on a Saturday morning.

A group of college-aged boys were huddled at the counter. They were wearing trendy club clothes, and I assumed that they were wandering home from a long night of partying. But their faces were fresh and bright, and they appeared too neat and too well-groomed to have reveled through the night. While reading the Times, I heard them speak to one another in Italian, and understood that they were visiting the city for the New Year. From time to time, one or another would look over and sometimes nod or smile. I was struck by the incredible features of a tall statuesque boy with lush hair that had been bleached blond, but he did not extend a greeting. As the group prepared to leave, I noticed a stocky, dark-haired boy with well-fitted jeans that displayed an attractive lump. He thrust his arms into his jacket and flashed a friendly smile as he passed.

I leaned into the cold wind as I plodded down the street, intent on completing a few of my week-end errands. Unfortunately, many shops were closed for the winter storm and I could not make many purchases. Although the laundry was open, it was too windy to attempt to carry an armful of dry-cleaned suits and shirts back to my apartment. I wasn't ready to return home anyway, the sight of the cute boys at breakfast had made me restless and horny.

I remembered that there was a small video store on Sixth Avenue that had an arcade in the rear. Not really expecting to see anyone, I walked a few more blocks and entered the store. I paused at the entrance to brush the snow that accumulated all over my trench coat and scarf. The attendant smiled as I struggled to shake the white frost off my shoulders, arms, and chest.

As I feared, there was no one in the store. I browsed the collection of videotapes for sale, and glanced at the selection of gay movies in the arcade. As I studied a picture on one of the video jackets, in which a boy wearing a beret is licking a huge uncut dick, I heard the front door open. I looked up to see a hooded, snow-covered parka approach the arcade area. The legs looked good, the lower face had a strong jaw and sexy five-o'clock shadow. In a minute, the hood was removed and the parka opened to reveal a hot-looking guy with strong arms and well- muscled chest.

He had a confident manner and carried himself well, somewhat like a military man. I'm an inch over six feet tall, and have a pretty solid build on a trim frame. This guy looked to be a little taller, and was bigger. His face was beautiful, dark hair and eyes, and the cheekbones of a model. He didn't say a word, but glanced quickly over the display of movies and walked briskly to the last booth in the arcade. I watched him walk away, and saw him look up just for an instant as he entered the booth.

It didn't really look like an invitation, and he didn't resemble an ordinary queen from Chelsea. But, so far today, there were no ordinary mortals about, only human gods braving the elements. I had come to the place to find pleasure, and here was the perfect candidate for sexual adventure. So, I slowly wandered toward the back of the empty arcade. I approached the occupied booth, and peeked at the door. As soon as I leaned toward the lighted crack of the door, I heard the lock being pushed back. The door slid open and I could look in.

His pants and boxers were pushed down on his tight thighs, and his fat cock was sticking straight out in front of him. My dick was hard in my pants, just looking at that thick piece of meat.

I slid into the booth, locked the door, threw my trench coat on the plastic chair, and dropped my pants. My guy didn't even check out my own pretty-substantial equipment, he looked back and forth from my face to his drooling boner. I got the message.

I dropped to my knees, and took a good look at his tool. It was big, and it was flawless. I don't know if he had been working up a load for a long time or if he was just one horny fucker; but he was just holding the thing, not jacking on it, and it was leaking like crazy. The slit on the mushroom head was oozing, and there was a thin sliver of juice running down the shaft. I stuck out my tongue and licked up the leakage. He seemed to like that. At least, he let go of the joy stick and rested against the wall. So I licked some more, running my tongue all over the head and taking long swipes along the shaft. This guy was all set to go, his thighs were flexing, and he was breathing hard. I took my time. If he had been carrying it this far, he could hold it a little longer.

I grabbed his rock-hard calves, and reached up under the missle silo to work on his balls. Plump walnuts resting in their warm sack. I licked them all over, turned on by the clean soap smell and the heat in his crotch. I couldn't get them both in my mouth at the same time, so I took turns sucking them into my mouth. I washed them well, swirling my tongue gently over them then squeezing them a bit. I held the sperm banks in my mouth and gave little tugs on the guy's pouch. He moaned.

While I pulled on his balls, his dick was bouncing off my cheek, nose, and forehead, leaving little slime tracks wherever it hit. I returned to business, and took the whole thing down my throat. I let it sit inside of me for a spell, then slid up and down slowly. I could taste the salty drops that seeped out with each thrust. Some where above me, I could hear soft intense hisses. His thighs were flexing and his dick was throbbing again. I was afraid to speed up because I knew this guy would shoot the load. So, I stood up and felt up his arms and chest. He looked at me and his dick again, and said, "make it wet again, I'm going to fuck you."

I hadn't planned for that. I like the taste of a good dick, but haven't had anything up the butt since the last boyfriend moved to California. I've spent most of my career sticking my dick up the butts of cute boys, and that strategy seemed to be working well. Nevertheless, I hadn't been asked to discuss my history or preferences; it sounded like his way or no way. I conducted a quick cost/benefit analysis, and dropped back on my knees.

I swallowed the turgid column slowly, using the time to massage a gob of spit into my smooth butthole. He only gave me a few sloppy strokes, before he was hoisting me to my feet and turning me around. I grabbed his slippery pole and guided it toward my ass. When I was looking at it, his dick stretched about eight inches long and looked pretty substantial. Now, as I grasped it blindly behind my back, I realized just how fucking FAT this thing was.

"You can have my butt", I said, "but you've got to let me put this in or this isn't going to work."

He didn't say anything, but stopped pushing. I rubbed the fat head around my hole, and started to tease the entrance with it. Fortunately, the prick was supplying enough lubricant that the head could slide around there easily. I pushed back onto him, and the head popped in. I t was already a tight fit. I pushed a little more, and felt a wave of painful cramping. He moaned.

"Let me get used to this", I said.

After a minute, I slid around a bit on that big head. His dick was so warm, and continued to throb lightly which created a very pleasant vibration in my ass. Slowly, I pushed the hot stick further and further into me. I could feel myself stretching around his dick, and he was gasping wordlessly again. At last, I had reached the end, and straightened up a bit to begin rocking on that pole. As I reached behind me, I realized that there was still couple inches of more dick.

"You are fucking huge", I mumbled. He grabbed my hips and shoved slowly but firmly forward. I was impaled on him. My poor butt was throbbing, and I felt damned uncomfortable. It seemed that his huge prick must be scraping my rib-cage by now. Fortunately, he didn't move, but let the monster continue to pulse and jerk slightly inside of me. Soon, I began to enjoy the fullness, and must have relaxed a bit because he suddenly slid that thing backwards and jabbed it into me again.

He was so slick with spit, sweat, and juices that the pole was slicing through me easily. Back and forth another couple of times, and then he hit the magic button. Now it was my turn to groan. I bent forward, arched my back, and jammed my butt onto his huge prick again and again. My dick, which had gone into hibernation while his dick was getting sheathed, came roaring out of its cave. My dick was jumping around in my fist while I jabbed myself onto his dick again and again.

The big mushroom head would plow through my love canal and collide with my prostate. A wave of juice would burst from my dick and coat my slick fist. It didn't last very long. His dick had been throbbing throughout this encounter, and the rabbit punches into my guts were about all that it could take. My guy pulled me back roughly, and sent his stiff joint as far into me as anything has ever gone. I could feel the pulsing increase and then the floods began.

Wave after wave broke inside me. I was jizzing all over the wall, while the monster was blasting gob after gob inside of me. His dick was in me so tightly, that I could feel every beat of his heart. I was done before he was. Cum was dripping off my dick and my fist, while his big prick continued to buck and shoot. At last, he started to pull back. The monster slid slowly out, still hard and hot as it retreated.

When the mushroom cap had popped free, I straightened up and turned toward him. He shook the cum off his shiny dick, and stuffed the whole wet package into his boxers.

"Thanks", he said, and left the booth.

My legs were trembling, as I pulled up my pants. I took a tissue and wiped my butt. It was wet, but clean. He had shot so far up my hole that no jizz was leaking out. "Not yet, but soon", I thought as I replaced my coat and scarf. I figured I could hike the few blocks to my duplex before I started filling my briefs with my partner's jizz. By the time I reached the front door, I was walking steadily again. I turned into the street, just as a pair of snow plows labored up the wide avenue. "I've already been plowed open", I thought happily as the flashing lights passed me.

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