She opened the closet door and stared at multiple shelves of gelled rubber sex toys.
The ones that Stefan had created out of plaster casts, the way some uncelebrated god of hedonism might have done.
She took a moment and stared at each of the rubber cocks.
So many of them. Some erect and rigid. Some semi-hard and keenly shaped and detailed. Some not hard at all, limp and beautiful and unassuming.
Maria let her eyes move over the rows of shelves, examining each and every one of them, one of her hands still stuffed deep down in her panties. She picked one up and examined it, and noticed there was a name carved into the rubber on the bottom of the phallus. Robert. She set the dildo down and picked up a second. Stuart. She picked up a third. William. If these hadn’t been personalized enough before just by the shape of its original owner, the name completed the trophy. So many cocks, more than she could count at a glance, more than she would probably ever fuck in her lifetime. She glanced until she found the one that looked just right. It looked so perfect and so familiar at the same time.
It curved just a bit to the right.
She picked it up and looked at the bottom, and started to cry.
The name on it was Alex.
Maria began to sob as she lowered her panties and stuffed the toy inside her, all the while listening to the sounds of Stefan and his new experience, fucking in the next room. Soon, Stefan would be introducing his new stud to the joys of plaster casting. Soon he would be creating another rubber cock for his collection, another trophy of his boys of summer.
She climaxed easily, secretly wishing she were man enough to fuck him.
Straight
by Maximilan Lagos
The door jangled as I pushed through, getting me out of the oppressive heat of the street as quickly as I could before someone saw me go into air-conditioned comfort of my favorite adult movie store. After all, everyone knew why people went into these places, and that was exactly why I was there. I had been sporting a painful hard-on all day and I was going to have to get off soon or go out of my mind.
But with only fifteen dollars until the next day, going to my usual rub-and-tug was out of the question. Hell, the forty I would have to pay just to get naked wouldn’t even have bought me a happy ending. I would have to tip at least twenty for that and that twenty might as well have been a million for all my chance of getting it.
This porno theatre would fit the bill nicely, though. Ten bucks would get me a nice dark and more importantly, cool room all to myself, with a video of my choosing. I had been a semi-frequent customer for some time to watch some movies and blow my load into a paper towel. They had some dark and dingy private viewing rooms with comfy if not especially clean or well-cared-for armchairs for me to add my ass sweat to the hundreds of others before me. I kind of liked the idea though and it kept me coming back.
I wandered through the racks of cocks and cunts graphically displayed on the video boxes before I made my selection, a pregnant lesbian flick with really low production values and even lower artistic merit. I grabbed the empty box and brought it up to the counter. I had been here a million times but the guy who took the box never once showed any signs of recognizing me.
“Got a two-for-one deal today. Ten gets you into both theatres. You can go back and forth as much as you want,” he said into an open drawer of videos as he tried to find my tape. I had never gone into the theatres before. There were two, a straight and a gay. They occupied the back half of the second floor and were located directly across from each other. I knew where they were and had seen people going in and out because the closet without a door that passed for a bathroom here was down that end and I always washed my cock after jerking off, especially in this place.
I had thought about it in the past but never gone in. Jerking alone was one thing, but
The ones that Stefan had created out of plaster casts, the way some uncelebrated god of hedonism might have done.
She took a moment and stared at each of the rubber cocks.
So many of them. Some erect and rigid. Some semi-hard and keenly shaped and detailed. Some not hard at all, limp and beautiful and unassuming.
Maria let her eyes move over the rows of shelves, examining each and every one of them, one of her hands still stuffed deep down in her panties. She picked one up and examined it, and noticed there was a name carved into the rubber on the bottom of the phallus. Robert. She set the dildo down and picked up a second. Stuart. She picked up a third. William. If these hadn’t been personalized enough before just by the shape of its original owner, the name completed the trophy. So many cocks, more than she could count at a glance, more than she would probably ever fuck in her lifetime. She glanced until she found the one that looked just right. It looked so perfect and so familiar at the same time.
It curved just a bit to the right.
She picked it up and looked at the bottom, and started to cry.
The name on it was Alex.
Maria began to sob as she lowered her panties and stuffed the toy inside her, all the while listening to the sounds of Stefan and his new experience, fucking in the next room. Soon, Stefan would be introducing his new stud to the joys of plaster casting. Soon he would be creating another rubber cock for his collection, another trophy of his boys of summer.
She climaxed easily, secretly wishing she were man enough to fuck him.
Straight
by Maximilan Lagos
The door jangled as I pushed through, getting me out of the oppressive heat of the street as quickly as I could before someone saw me go into air-conditioned comfort of my favorite adult movie store. After all, everyone knew why people went into these places, and that was exactly why I was there. I had been sporting a painful hard-on all day and I was going to have to get off soon or go out of my mind.
But with only fifteen dollars until the next day, going to my usual rub-and-tug was out of the question. Hell, the forty I would have to pay just to get naked wouldn’t even have bought me a happy ending. I would have to tip at least twenty for that and that twenty might as well have been a million for all my chance of getting it.
This porno theatre would fit the bill nicely, though. Ten bucks would get me a nice dark and more importantly, cool room all to myself, with a video of my choosing. I had been a semi-frequent customer for some time to watch some movies and blow my load into a paper towel. They had some dark and dingy private viewing rooms with comfy if not especially clean or well-cared-for armchairs for me to add my ass sweat to the hundreds of others before me. I kind of liked the idea though and it kept me coming back.
I wandered through the racks of cocks and cunts graphically displayed on the video boxes before I made my selection, a pregnant lesbian flick with really low production values and even lower artistic merit. I grabbed the empty box and brought it up to the counter. I had been here a million times but the guy who took the box never once showed any signs of recognizing me.
“Got a two-for-one deal today. Ten gets you into both theatres. You can go back and forth as much as you want,” he said into an open drawer of videos as he tried to find my tape. I had never gone into the theatres before. There were two, a straight and a gay. They occupied the back half of the second floor and were located directly across from each other. I knew where they were and had seen people going in and out because the closet without a door that passed for a bathroom here was down that end and I always washed my cock after jerking off, especially in this place.
I had thought about it in the past but never gone in. Jerking alone was one thing, but
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