Diary of a Teenage Hunk 18 (mm)

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The Diary

At The Video Store

Before I turned eighteen I used to think all the time about going to the adult video store, then when I turned eighteen I forgot all about it. I went the other night. I wanted to mainly find out if it was true that they cut holes in the walls between the viewing booths where you could get your cock sucked, or suck cock. It's true.

There are holes almost big enough to get your head through. I got a good blowjob, but the guy was jacking himself and he shot off before he got me off. But another guy came in that booth, even took his clothes off. I thought he might finish me off, but instead he put his cock through the hole. It was an awesome cock, about the size of mine. Perfect shape. I couldn't resist. I sucked the guy off. He even came like I do. Okay, the clincher....When I was browsing through the store afterwards I found the video on the shelf of me and the construction stud having sex in his hotel room. I bought it. I had to, I wanted to get it off the shelf. I had to put it on my credit card, I'll have to explain that to my Dad. I don't know what I'm going to do. If the video is in that store, it's likely in other stores. And it'll no doubt end up back in the viewing booths and I know there's got to be guys who go there who know me and my Dad and they're going to freak out when they find themselves watching a video of me getting fucked.

Another worse clincher! The guy I sucked off at the video store....I found out I know him. I didn't know who it was at the time, and I'm not saying who it was, but I know him.

I'm scared about the video. Don't know what I should do. I might have to think about moving away someplace.

I think I'm going to talk to my Dad, admit everything to him. I might even let him read this diary. He's always been there for me, and I've never needed him more than I do now.

My life is so fucked up!!

I've decided I'm going to talk to my Dad, and give him my diary to read. Then I will probably burn it.

At The Video Store

Brandon didn't know why he hadn't thought sooner about going to the video store. Before he turned eighteen he thought all the time about going, to see if the rumors were true that there were video booths with holes in the walls where you could put your cock through to be sucked, and you could suck strange cocks through the holes.

He waited till his Dad was out of town because in the darkest recesses of his mind he had the idea and the fear that his Dad might possibly frequent places like that and he didn't want to take the chance of running into him. He drove down the gravel lane that led alongside and around behind the truck stop where the video store was situated virtually surrounded on the other three sides by corn and bean fields. He pulled into a spot at the end of a row of eight other vehicles. As he got out he took special note of a shiny blood-red Silverado double-cab. He even stopped to check it out before he went inside. He liked his Ram, but he would like to test drive a Silverado sometime.

Inside he was told he needed to show his ID.

"This your first time here?" the man behind the counter asked as he checked his ID.

"Yes."

The man explained that there were eighteen booths in back, showing twenty-eight different videos. The video machines accepted dollar bills, fives, tens and twenties. There were also two private party rooms where he could rent a video for ten bucks and have complete privacy in the comfort of a living room just like at home, for up to two hours. If he ever wanted to bring a friend along, the cost was ten dollars per person. There were poppers available, and he was invited to browse the rest of the store.

Brandon was a bit nervous so he got ten ones from the man and went back to the booths. He didn't want to take the chance of someone he knew coming in and seeing him browsing around the sex shop. It was dim in the hallway. There were red lights on over several of the booths, apparently indicating that they were occupied. He went into number fourteen and closed the door. The first thing he noticed was the large hole cut out of the wall, down about waist level. So it was true. This was blowjob heaven. He fumbled with the dollar bill, inserting it into the machine. Suddenly a blank screen came on. He pushed one of the lit buttons and a video came on; of two cute, built young guys having sex out in a field. He watched for a moment then punched the button to check out the rest of the videos. They were about half straight, half gay, with a couple of Bi videos thrown in for good measure.

He could see through the hole and he became aware of some movement in the adjoining booth but he chose to ignore it. He went through the videos a couple of times till he decided on a couple of the really hot ones, one of them being the two boys out in the field. He groped himself as he watched one of the boys go down on his hands and knees in the tall grass and the other boy move behind him and begin fucking him. Gradually, he undid his jeans, and shoved them down, along with his shorts, and began pulling on his stiffening cock. All the while he was careful to stand back from the hole sort of with his back to it. He didn't want the person to get a look at his face.

Suddenly he felt a hand touch his bare butt. He jumped and the hand pulled back. He half turned to the wall and the hand came through the hole again, this time touching his thigh. Brandon turned more toward the wall and the hand found his cock. He heard "Ohh, Fuck!" as the hand explored his cock and discovered his size. Then the hand gripped his cock and pulled him toward the hole. Brandon followed his cock and pressed his body against the wall. Next he felt the warm wetness of the man's mouth engulfing his cock and heard him moan with pleasure. Brandon groaned too. The guy was good, a real professional. Brandon wondered how much time he spent here on his knees.

He used a lot of tongue, and he was able to deep throat him. There was a strange, new thrill of having an anonymous mouth sucking his cock. He didn't even know what the guy looked like, how old he was or anything about him except that he was good at sucking cock. It could even be a woman, but he doubted a woman could suck cock this good. Virtually sexless, it was as if the hole in the wall had taken on a life of its own. Brandon pulled back a little and a man's face came closer to the hole. He could see the lower part of a tanned face, and a strong, square jaw. The man's mouth followed Brandon's cock. After a few strokes Brandon pulled back further, away from the man's face. With a moan the man's face pressed into the hole and the hole literally became the wet, warm cavern of the man's mouth with his tongue out, beckoning, even begging. Then he did beg.

"Your cock is beautiful! Please, give it to me!"

Brandon shoved his cock back into the gaping mouth. The man moaned and kept his face pressed against the hole. Brandon stroked his cock a few times as he moved closer to the man's mouth. When his cock touched his tongue the man moaned. He shoved his cock into the man's throat. The man sucked him ferociously, groaning and slobbering on his cock. After several minutes Brandon could hear his ragged breathing, and his snorting and whimpering....the guy was cumming. In his frenzy of his climax he choked on Brandon's cock but he held on till he'd finished getting his nut then he slowly withdrew his mouth. Brandon slowly withdrew his cock back through the hole as he realized the man was leaving.

"Thank you very much," the man said.

Brandon pulled up his shorts and jeans, left his fly open, and turned his attention back to the video. Almost immediately someone else entered the booth. He heard the machine being fed. He wanted to look through the hole this time but he didn't want to be seen. He shoved his shorts and jeans back down and stood with his bare hip and the side of his butt against the hole, to block it and to let the guy know that he was naked where it counted, in case he was interested. Several minutes passed before he felt something against his hip. He assumed it was a hand and he moved away from the hole to put his cock through again. He was surprised to see a large cock suspended at the hole and the bare flesh around it. The cock came through the hole, along with a pair of heavy balls, and the man's lower abs finished blocking the hole. Brandon eyed the big cock. It lolled up and down, on its way to becoming hard. It was long and thick, with a large head that expanded out wider than the shaft, and a wide gristled rim that swelled out proudly.

Brandon suddenly realized that his mouth was watering and that made him unsure and nervous. He had not expected this. He had come to the video store to satisfy his curiosity, and hopefully get a blowjob. He had not counted on having a big cock being so blatantly offered to him. He swallowed the buildup of spit and more flooded his mouth. He was no longer watching the video, his eyes were fixed on the thick, pulsing, growing cock. He had to swallow again.

Suddenly a hand appeared with two thick, hairy fingers holding a small brown bottle. He knew what it was. Poppers. He didn't need it. His mind had already gone into do-it mode, but he took the bottle. He reached over and locked the door.

He heard rustling sounds in the next booth and glanced down at the hole again. He leaned down a little and peered through to see the man taking off his jeans. His black work boots sat against the wall. Next he took off his briefs then he pulled his boots back on. Brandon focused on the video again, becoming more nervous. He could almost feel the buildup of testosterone in the next booth, as well as in himself. Something was going down, something very different, and he knew what it was and he knew he was going to be a part of it, but he tried to block it from his mind. After a few moments of stroking his cock he decided to do like the man in the next booth. He slipped off his shoes and pulled off his jeans and shorts. He didn't put his shoes back on. Then he peeled off his shirt and was naked except for his socks. He glanced at the hole again and saw that the man was standing closer to the hole. He could see his hand moving. Brandon moved back closer to the hole himself so the man couldn't get a look at his face. The man's hot cock brushed against his hip again, this time leaving a wet trail of precum on the side of his butt.

His nerves were raw. He wasn't expecting this. It wasn't what he'd come for. Or was it? He glanced down at the big cock again, lolling toward the gaping hole.

It wasn't a conscious decision but he found himself going slowly to his knees, as a new and strange excitement coursed through him. This was so different from any of the other few times. Those other times there was a man's body, a real person, words were exchanged, a live male. This was simply a big cock being offered to him. On his knees, facing the big cock, his courage waned. He fingered the bottle as he watched the big cock sway back and forth. The man knew he was on his knees; he was waiting. Finally, he uncapped the bottle and took a snort in each nostril. As he recapped the bottle he was already sailing.

"Ohh, Fuck!" he murmured as the exquisite surge of intense excitement came over him. His head was spinning with a warm feeling as he opened his mouth and the big cock with the huge head became the center of his universe. He didn't touch it but the man must have felt his warm breath on his cock. It came through the hole and Brandon took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He heard the man groan as he slurped all around the bulbous head and the man drew back to begin fucking his mouth.

Brandon held his head firm, determined to accept the driving cock, but as the wide head pounded against his throat he eased back from the hole a few inches, still with the cock in his mouth. Drool ran down his chin and he swiped it with the back of his hand. After minutes he paused to take some more poppers, without moving off the man's cock. The man paused to wait, apparently aware of what he was doing. As he was capping the bottle the man's hand came through the hole and found his chin and pulled his face to the hole.

Brandon needed little encouragement. The poppers gave him the courage and determination he needed. He obediently pressed his face against the hole in total acceptance of having his mouth and throat used for the man's pleasure. The man took his pleasure. He cupped Brandon's chin firmly and thrust his cock deep into his throat. Brandon choked but held firm with the help of the man's fingers gripping his chin. He heard, "Ohh, Fuck, yeah, take it all. Ohhh, Geezuss" and some more words that he couldn't make out. He heard somebody try the door and realized that the video had stopped and therefore the red light was out. He ignored it. His total concentration was on the thick, large cock thrusting into his throat, and the oversized head cleaning his throat like a plunger.

He stroked his own cock and pulled and squeezed his balls with his other hand. He quickly learned to breathe and overcome his gag reflex; it was the first time he had managed the technique that so many had used on him. It was surprisingly easy and very exciting to kneel before the phallic god and be used in such a slave-like manner. Phallic god. He remembered the guy at the sex-gym using the term and that's how he pictured himself; a willing subject paying homage to the almighty phallus. Even a weak, willing slave. He found himself wishing he could be in the same booth with the man, to feel his muscles and worship his whole body. He thought about asking him if he could, but he didn't want to break the sacred contact. And secretly, he didn't want to know who the man was.

Suddenly the man's strong fingers took a new hold on his chin. His thrusts became stronger. Then he heard the man groan, "Fuck, I'm cumming!"

Brandon braced himself. He could've gotten off the thrusting cock. The hold on his chin wasn't a choke hold. But he held fast. He wanted to take the man's load, to pay the ultimate homage to the powerful phallic god that had subdued him. Suddenly amid the grunting, he felt the powerful spurts in his mouth, copious amounts of warm, thick semen filling his oral cavity of worship. He pumped his own cock harder and squeezed his balls so hard they hurt. Cum was running down his chin and even that excited him. He jacked off harder and faster.

"Oohnnnpphhh!...Uunnngghhh!" he groaned around the thick cock.

The man kept cumming. He comes like I do, Brandon thought. It seemed a long time before the surges subsided and he was left to hold the rubbery cock in his mouth in its own juices. Suddenly his own cock exploded. He could hear the stuff thudding against the wall. It was loud, because he was so close to the wall. "Oh, Godd, Oh, Godd," his mind was screaming as his heavy balls contracted in his hand and his other hand was coated with warm cum. Finally, the man's cock was withdrawn back through the hole. Brandon closed his mouth, sad to feel it being taken away from him. The man reached down and stroked his neck in appreciation.

"You gonna swallow it?" he asked with a soft chuckle.

Brandon could see and hear him putting on his clothes. He swallowed. He kept his face pressed against the hole to show the man that his precious deposit wasn't being wasted. The man touched his face again, said thanks and left. Brandon knelt there, exhausted, his head spinning. His hands were shaking and he let go of his cock and balls. His cock brushed against the floor. Finally he struggled to his feet and leaned back against the hole.

His legs were shaking and he hadn't even been standing on them. His hands were still shaking as he began pulling on his clothes. When he was dressed he sat on the small corner bench to catch his breath and regain his composure before he exited the booth.

A strange calm came over him as he opened the door to leave. There were two other men in the hallway. They both noticed him and they both opened a door to a booth and they both nodded to him. He walked past them and went out into the store. Despite being still uneasy and anxious to leave, he slowed past the display of videos. He scanned the display boxes till his eyes fell on one that shook him to his toes. He stopped cold and gaped at the picture on the video box. It was him!!

"Oh, Shit!" he gasped softly. He glanced around to see if anyone had heard him. There was no one else in the store. He picked up the box and studied the photo. The background wasn't the motel room, his picture had been put on another more exotic background. He turned the box over to see a half dozen scenes from the video. They were real. The background in the real scenes was the motel room. He was seized with panic. He wanted to take the video, get it out of the store before someone who knew him discovered it. He checked the front of the box again for a price. He didn't have that kind of money on him. He had his charge card that his Dad had given him for emergencies, but how would he explain a charge of $49.95, and how would it appear on the statement? But he couldn't walk out and leave the video on the shelf. What if it ended up back in the viewing booths? He picked up the video box and went to the counter, praying that the man wouldn't recognize him from the picture on the box. He didn't seem to. The man took the box and went back to the shelves with rows of videos and picked out one and slipped it into the box.

"This is a new one. I haven't had a chance to watch it, or put it back in the booths," he said as he was scanning it to ring it up. "I'll have to order another one. That'll be $53.45

Brandon handed over his charge card. The man swiped it, waited for the ticket to print out then tore it off and handed it back, along with his card and a pen. Brandon could barely control his shaking hand to sign the slip. He tried to avoid the man's eyes as he handed the slip back to him. The man was putting the video in a sack, but he paused, looked at Brandon, then at the video, then back at Brandon.

"This guy looks just like you," he said.

"Yeah, I thought so too," Brandon said, casually as he could. Nothing more was said, but Brandon was keenly aware of the way the man looked at him as he left.

He was in a daze as he walked past the other vehicles to his pickup. He noticed that the big red Silverado was gone. That must've been the guy who just left, he thought. He wondered if it was the one he'd just sucked off.

The sack with the video in it taunted him. What the hell was he going to do? He grabbed the sack and shoved it behind the seat to get it out of sight. Suddenly he swung off the road into the truck stop. He needed to think. But just as suddenly he was afraid to go in. What if someone in the truck stop had seen the video? He pulled back out onto the road and drove over the overpass. He drove aimlessly till he came to a roadside park. He pulled into the park and got out and walked back to one of the picnic tables in the trees. He sat on the table, leaned forward with his hands clasped.

"What the fuck have I got myself into," he murmured. He blocked the video from his mind by thinking of what had happened in the booth. Of all the sex that had come before, this was different. This time he was the cocksucker, pure and simple, with no pretenses, hardly without any hesitation. A cocksucker through and through, for he had his mouth on the receiving end of the big, hot cock belching out great ropes of cum. The sperm were swimming around in his stomach. He didn't even know what the man attached to the cock looked like. It was just a big piece of meat that he was servicing. The great Phallic God. Brandon tried to believe the whole thing was degrading but he was excited by it. The video kept coming to mind but he couldn't deal with it. He shrugged it off and got back in his truck and headed home.

As he pulled into the double drive he got the most devastating surprise of his young life. There sat a bright, blood-red Silverado double-cab pickup.

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