Biggest Damn Bat In The Clubhouse!Yesterday, I swung by the adult bookstore that I've been visiting for a year now, and stopped in to see if the lunch hour was any more of a rush than midnights are. They are at times.
While I was standing there, six or more people came in to shop or buy tokens and disappeared into the back. I stood casually to one side, looking at the "all-girl" DVD covers, and glanced over my shoulder. There was one strapping tall lad, over 6 ft tall, with somewhat unshaven so that he looked familiar but not a full beard. He asked the clerk for five dollars worth of tokens, and disappeared into the back. That was my clue that he was here to come.
I walked casually back into the viewing area maze, and quickly determined that booth #8 was occupied, but that it's partner, #6 was not. I whipped in, placed the shade over the light bulb, and sat down quickly, removing my sunglasses but leaving on my hat. I dropped a coin in the slot and flipped a few channels to a selection that featured a noisy female moaning and shrieking. I adjusted the sound up to send it into the next booth as well, but I didn't need to.... he was watching the same channel. The sound re-enforced her shrieks and filled the air.
I wiggled two fingers through the hole, and then waited only a second or two, as he stood up, and tentatively, a large **** came through the opening. It wasn't fully erect, but with a few gentle tickles under the head, along the shaft, it had perked up a bit. I used one hand to hold the shaft, and the other to tickle under the head, rubbing the large glans with a thumb and forefinger. A little pull on it brought him the rest of the way into the hole, and I could see his pubes pressed tightly against the 4 inch round hole. He lifted slightly to get his balls into the hole as well, and we settled down for a good session.
When I say he was large, I'm not kidding. This kid had a mushroom head on the end of a long shaft that wouldn't quit. I had a full grip around the shaft of this **** in my right hand, and gave it a few good pumps, sliding the skin up the shaft and over the ridge of his glans. I continued to rub the slit opening on that large head, and some pre-*** started oozing out, just enough to wet my fingers and wrap it around his glans. Now his head was wet, and I started to pump again, as his booth's light clicked on and his video stopped. He pulled back a little, and I let the **** go, retreating into his booth. I heard maybe five coins drop into his slot, and then a hand came through the hole, beckoning my **** for him.
I sighed, cause this is usually the sign that they want to suck ****, or that they aren't aroused enough, and that it might end.
"Can't," I said in a gutteral voice, "I've already come once," I lied.
It was a few seconds, but it seemed like forever, and then the large **** returned, tentatively at first, a little larger than before. He must have been stroking it a couple of times himself, getting more worked up.
As I got a good hold on it again, my left hand positioned so that my index finger would rub his frenulum, and the thumb would caress the rest of the head. I started rubbing a bit harder, thinking that I might need some lube out of my bag soon. The initial pre-*** was drying up, and I rubbed the slit a few times to milk the most I could out of it, and had just went back to working the head, when I noticed it had dried out completely. I was just about to remove my hand and spit in it for lube, when I heard him GROAN loudly, and suddenly, my left hand was dripping with something white. He was coming, and it lubed sufficiently to coat the head. Round and round the head my fingers flew, and he groaned and gasped, pressed up against the hole as far as he could. He started to relax and pull back, but I pinned his **** in place with my right, and kept working the rim and the whole beautiful head with my left fingers, the slit, the ridge, the head, the frenulum. It all glistened in the dim light of the monitor as the *** ran off my left fingers.
Finally, I relented, figuring that he had already come, and that I didn't want to torture this stud, just tease and intensify the experience for him. I let him pull back, and then realized that I hadn't told him how great he was. I should have praised his **** the moment it appeared!
Dropping my voice an octave, I said, "Wow, that was a good one. You're really great, you know it?"
"Thanks a lot," was the reply, and it sounded earnest and sincere.
I wished that I had asked if he came regularly, but I didn't. Over on his side of the hole, he wiped off his **** and pulled his pants up, facing the TV monitor and making no effort to peer through the hole. He paused to rub himself and adjust himself inside his jeans, and I imagined how difficult it might be for such a large **** to lay just right. Especially just after it came so well.
He shuffled out, and I watched through the hole his buns go out his door. I gathered up my things as I heard him brightly say, "So long" to the clerk, and the back door of the bookstore slammed. Quickly, I slipped out of #6 and around into #8. There were most of his 5 dollars in gold tokens sitting on the bench. I guess he didn't want to explain them when he got home.... so I scooped them up and pocketed them. I walked out of the maze seeing no one else, but when I got to the clerk's desk up front in the showroom, I rolled my eyes and said, "Holy Crap, that's got to be the biggest **** I've ever seen in here!"
"Really?" said the clerk slyly, "I wouldn't know."
"Is he a regular?"
"Well, he might be," teased the clerk, "He certainly seemed pleased when he walked out. Guess you hit a home run, huh?"
"Well, it helps when you've got a big bat to work with," I agreed!