The Adult Story Hub

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By Nestlerod (nestlerod@hotmail.com)

Once in a while, I would go to a local video store and rent an adult film. I liked to watch male strippers or just male nude films. I was a thirty-five-year-old divorcee, and playing with myself while watching videos was the only sex I had had in a number of years.
I always started out my trips to the video store in the same fashion. I would wander around the new releases, then slowly mosey on over to the door that led to the room with the adult videos. Then, I would read the sign on the door, and would act surprised.
The clerk was always the same young man.
I had just started my browsing in the new releases when the young man, the closing clerk, approached me. "We have some new videos in," he said.
I turned to him. He was a youngish guy, about fifteen years younger than I was. He had dark blond hair and blue eyes. He was slender and wore a tight T-shirt imprinted with the name of the video store, and the bulges beneath the shirt told me that he worked out a lot. He wore white jogging shorts on warm nights, and this was one of them.
"Oh?" I asked.
He nodded. "We're closed now. I had to lock the front door."
I quickly checked my watch. Wow, I thought, I had been messing around too long, or I had started too late.
He smiled. "But, I can wait on you, you come here often enough, and I still have a few things to do around the store before I leave." He turned away from me and took a few steps, then turned back to me. "Come, I'll show you the new videos that just came in."
He was waiting at the gay section, and right beside the gay videos were the male strippers. I moved slowly down the short aisle, a little mystified.
"Here," he said, pointing. "This half of the bottom shelf. They'll be moved to the top shelf tomorrow. They just came in today."
I reddened. He knew that I liked to look at cocks bouncing around. I started to protest, and then thought, what the hell, I'll take a look. It was none of his business, any way. The guy really didn't seem to care what other people watched.
He moved closer, and I glanced over at his legs. His muscular thighs and calves were peppered with soft, downy, fine golden hairs.
His shorts were loose at the bottom, and his crotch was turned slightly toward me. Looking up, I could actually see the head of his cock and a part of his balls nestled there in profile. Downy blond hairs flecked the skin.
Being so close to the young man, and seeing his cock so close-up, really was an experience that I never thought would happen to me. I got to the point that I continually shifted my field of vision back to his crotch.
He moved closer to me, and then I knew that he wasn't simply straightening the top shelf. He was just fooling around, standing close to me, trying to turn me on. And, it was working.
Looking at his crotch again, I could see that the head of it was redder, fatter, and that it was longer than before. He was getting a hard on.
"See any thing you like?" he asked with a disarming smile.
I swallowed, then said, "Yes," in a small, choked voice.
"Well," he said, "why not just go for what you really want?"
I reached up with one shaking hand and touched his thigh. It was now or never; he could pull away, and I would have been wrong, or he would let me take that fat cock right into my hand.
He leaned toward me. I reached up with both shaking hands and found the snaps to his shorts. I carefully unzipped them, and with one quick motion, he hooked his thumbs into the sides and pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them, his hard cock sticking straight out. He turned to me.
His cock was right level with my face. I could smell it. He looked so sexy in just a T-shirt and nothing else, his cock sticking straight up. I didn't know what I was doing, and I was beyond caring. His cock was throbbing, bouncing slightly with his heartbeat. The T-shirt came all the way down to his pubic hair, and I reached forward and lifted the hem up to his chest. He held it there for me.
I simply sat there and looked at the sight. His cock was surrounded by a downy forest of light brown curls of pubic hair. His balls were fat and fleshy, with little folds of skin here and there. The two fat balls hung low, stretching the skin downward. It was peppered with light brown hairs here and there.
I reached up with one hand and tentatively touched the purple head of his dick. I slowly moved my hand down the fat shaft, feeling the veins protruding. The damned cock throbbed with his heart beating, and the sight of that placed me beyond the point of no return.
I leaned forward and moved my head downward, right next to his hairy balls. I opened my mouth wide, sending my tongue out as far and as flat as it would go. I ran my tongue across his balls, feeling the hair beneath my tongue. The taste was a turn-on. It wasn't sweaty; it was almost sweet, manly.
I licked his thigh, running my tongue in circles along the soft skin, feeling the soft downy hairs move across my traveling tongue. Then I moved my tongue back to his balls. He was moaning softly, telling me how good it felt. The salty taste and the feel of his balls in my mouth was too much for me.
I moved my tongue up, licking the shaft as I went, feeling those big purple veins on the tip of my tongue. I licked it all the way to the big, throbbing purple head of it, and I just opened my mouth wide and took it in as far as I could. When it reached the back of my throat, I swallowed hungrily, tasting the pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around the base of it and stroked upward gently. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust his hips forward, choking me with the purpleheaded monster.
I felt him jerk, and my mouth was filled with his hot man-juice. He groaned, pushing his cock even further into my throat. I felt the last jerk of his cock spurt cum down my throat. I gagged slightly, but didn't want to let go. I swallowed most of it, but some of it ran out of my mouth and down my chin, falling on his forest of pubic hair.
Finally, he pulled the still-throbbing cock out of my mouth. I still knelt in front of him. He reached down and pulled me up to stand beside him. I knew that his cum was still on my lips, but he simply bent toward me and kissed me, a deep, lingering, hot, wet French kiss. He moved his tongue inside my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.
He pulled away, examining my eyes, my face. "You're wonderful," he whispered.
My face reddened again. "I've never done that before," I said.
"Well, there are other things," he said.
He reached down with one hand and, reaching under my skirt, pulled my panties aside, feeling my wet pussy. He gently probed between my wet lips and found my clit and ran his finger across it. I was weak at the knees, and I slowly pulled away and sat on the floor. He followed me, his hard dick sticking straight out, pointing at me.
I lay back and spread my legs, nothing beneath me except the carpeted floor of the room. He knelt between my legs, then lay atop me.
I could feel the head of his dick pressing against my pussy lips, and I spread my legs wider to give him a better position. Gently, carefully, he put his dick in me, all the way into the wetness of my cunt. I thrilled with the feeling of being filled. I came, my pussy overflowing with my juices. He began to thrust in an out, filling my pussy with his fat cock. This lasted about a minute, as I came again and again. Suddenly, I felt his cock engorge and shoot his load deep inside me.
He pulled out of me and sat on the floor. After a while, he asked, "Better than a video?"
I still go to the video store every Thursday night, and Thomas and I fuck in the adults only room before we decide what movie to take home to watch together.