Charles Smythe's Adult Stories

This Job Sucks

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You’ve heard it a million times before. “I’m not gay, I like girls but for some reason I want to suck a cock.” That’s me. I think women are beautiful. I like everything about them: their shaped, the way they move, the musical way they laugh, their smell, their taste, the funny little noises they make when they orgasm, everything about them. I’m attracted to women, not men. I don’t find men attractive at all but for some reason I’m obsessed with cock and cum. I have incredible fantasies about being a cum slut, a dirty, cum loving whore. I watch videos of groups of men cumming all over some woman’s face and all I can think is ‘you lucky little bitch.’ I also want to be fucked. There is something so incredible about the thought of just lying down and getting fucked. I tell ya, women are so lucky. But I’m not gay… honest.
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I didn’t think anything would come of this because I don’t meet many people and would be too shy to try and hook up with someone from a singles site or anything. But things got interesting when I applied for a job at a gay adult book and video store. I was thinking it would be a position for a sales clerk or something of that sort, so I show up for the interview just like I would for any other. When I met the owner, he led me to the back of the shop, through a door marked ‘employees only’ into a dimly lit corridor, and then though another door into a small booth. The only thing of note in the booth was a small stool, and 6-round holes cut into 3-of the four walls. I knew instantly what those holes were and my jaw dropped in surprise.
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“Here we are,” said the owner, “This is where you’ll be working.”
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“You mean… ” I stammered. “You want me to be a… a glory hole attendant?”
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“Yes, that’s what you’re here for isn’t it?”
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“Actually,” I answered, “I thought I was applying for a clerks position or something.”
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“Oh sorry, you should talk to Carl, my partner then. He handles that side of thing. I’m in charge of the back room here, so when you made an appointment with me I assumed… “ Then he kinda trailed off.
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“Well never mind,” I said, beginning to calm down from my initial shock. “Is there a clerks position open?”
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“Yes.”
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“And how much does it pay, if you don’t mind my asking?”
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“$8.50 an hour.”
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“And how much does this job pay?” I said, gesturing to the what I knew to be fuck and suck holes.
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“$25 an hour plus tips.”
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“Plus tips, eh,” I murmured as I nodded thoughtfully. Not really considering it but wanting to seem interested to be polite.
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“Yeah but I should warn you, you’ll be very busy. We get a lot of business Thursday Friday Saturday s. and since we give away a coupon for a free session with every purchase over $100, almost all of the customers come back here.”
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“Really?” I mused, my mind suddenly reeling at the thought of a ‘session’ in the booth. I pondered for a second or 2-more and then surprised myself by saying, said “Alright I’m in.”
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My First Visit

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I’ve visited our local adult bookstore several times now, usually only when my wife Barbara is out of town. I’m not sure I could think up any excuse good enough to explain to her why I wanted to head out late in the evening, alone, and without needing anything at the store. Last Friday night happened to be one of those rare occasions. She was out of town for the evening and not due back until sometime late Saturday. What brought me there on Friday night though, began several months ago.
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Like many other guys I’ve run into on the ‘net, I’ve developed, in my early 40s, a curiosity about things bisexual. Who knows where this came from after 30-years of experiencing and thinking only about firm full breasts and soft, warm pussies? The home sex had certainly settled down into a relatively infrequent routine. Easy access to the Internet, ready pictures, particularly on amateur, real people kinds of sites, and anonymous adult chat sites certainly didn’t help. Chat rooms had already led me to a briefly exciting, but potentially disastrous affair with a married woman a couple years ago.
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Though I’d promised myself to stay away from them after the affair, the lure of a quick, anonymous, online conversation climaxed by a self-inflicted hand job brought me quickly back to the chat rooms. More and more, I found myself talking with other guys. First creating elaborate fantasies about our wives, then soon, conversations about imagined contact between ourselves.
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At first it felt odd, and wrong. But the more I created these elaborate mutual fantasies with guys online, the more intriguing the possibility of them actually becoming real. Instant message chatting brought on the voice-over conversations, which led to my secret purchase of a web-cam that my wife still doesn’t know about. The attraction of touching another man’s cock gradually became more appealing.

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That next level was the least of my worries as I mentally slid closer and closer to something that 3-years ago I never thought I’d seek. I made my first visit to our small town’s one and only porn shop several months ago. After browsing the aisles of sex toys and girlie magazines until I mustered up the courage, to venture through the 1970s bead chains that passed for a doorway into the video booth area in the back. Ten green pressboard doors were visible in the dim light. The red light indicating its occupancy was only glowing above one door. (more…)

Confused

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Confused

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My First

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I’m not sure where my interest came from. I think it has something to do with finding my dad’s porn collection when I was younger. I remember one day I was watching this girl suck this beautiful cock on tape. All of a sudden I became so curious as to what a cock in my mouth would feel like. For some reason, I didn’t find it dirty or disgusting. From then on, whenever I watched porn, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the cocks. It became my fantasy. All I could think about was having one sliding in and out of my mouth.
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Since I wasn’t gay and knew this to be very true, no question at all, meeting guys face to face was difficult. After many uncomfortable encounters, I found what changed my life, Glory holes.
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One Friday. I caught an early movie. Afterwards I stumbled upon an adult bookstore. As I secretly check out the gay magazines, I noticed that a couple of guys bought some tokens and went through a curtain into another room. When I ask the clerk what was back there, he said individual viewing booths. Each room had a TV that had over two-dozen different channels showing adult movies. All I had to do was drop in tokens and sit back and enjoy the movie. I thought what the hell, so I bought some tokens and headed back there. I couldn’t believe what a smelly, sleazy place the viewing booth area was. Nervously, soon found myself sit down in a small viewing booth and the rank but intoxicating smell of testosterone and sex was everywhere.

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My 3-Some Experience

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I had a 3-some and it was awesome. It was like straight from a porn movie. I arranged the 3-some with 2-strangers that I’d met the previous weekend at a club. They were cool and really open minded. I think the dude, Steve might have been bi, but who cares if he was, it made the 3-some more comfortable. Anyway, lets get to the part where it happened. It was the first 3-way for each of us, so we were all eager to give it a try. The girl, Monica was cute with pixie-cut raven hair framing a warm face with intense green eyes and soft, full lips. She had full, taut breasts and much of her average height was graced in long shapely legs. She had a lot of experience both vaginally and anally but she’d never had a 3-some before.

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Anything For A Friend

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It was a nice warm summer night, and I was at a small party at my friend Frank’s house. We were sitting around out on the patio. Beer was flowing and everyone was having a good time. Eventually it was late, and no one was left except Frank the host, my buddy Brian and me. With a yawn, Frank went to bed leaving the two of us out on the patio running our mouths. We were both feeling pretty loose, and talking about sex. Somehow, we got on the subject of threesomes and bisexuality. I told Brian that I’d experienced a threesome, and that I was bi-curious. Brian said that he was bi-curious too, so I took a chance and put my hand on his crotch, rubbing his cock and balls. At first he looked shocked, but made no movement to stop what I was doing. When I felt him getting hard, I suggested that he drop his pants. He only hesitated a second or two, and then he stood and let his pants fall down around his ankles. As Brian sat back down, I knelt in front of him and pulled down his boxers.

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My eyes were drawn to his cock, hanging heavily over his balls just begging for contact with my mouth and tongue. As it grew larger, the tip was partially exposed as his skin peeled back. At first, I thought that Brian was getting an erection, but then I realized that it was the thickness of his cock, his length and the way it curved over his tight balls, that gave that impression.

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