Adventure in the City Part 4



Stranded in the city late at night after I had been separated
from a car full of my buddies whom I rode in with, I ducked into
a magazine shop to keep from getting wet in the sudden downpour.
Turned out this was a sex shop and to avoid loitering I had to
buy five dollars worth of tokens and go to the porn video booths
in the back. It was dark in there.

It felt like I was walking into a haunted house in an amusement
park. You never know what creatures will jump out at you from the
shadows. As I crept past the video booths I noticed that none of
them had doors. I guess it was a state law.

The booths were laid out in a maze-like design, and with the
lights low this design afforded its occupants a degree of
privacy.

I wanted some privacy myself, so I stumbled down a dark narrow
corridor, hoping to find an empty booth where I could sit down,
rest, dry off and think. There was a booth at the end of the
corridor, but before I could turn the corner to enter it I
noticed a strange moaning noise.

I looked into the booth, and saw two figures bathed in the dim
blue light from the TV screen. An old white man, must have been
in his sixties, as leaning back in the booth. His white hair was
askew. His shirt was off, revealing a shriveled wrinkled body,
and his pants were unzipped and open.

Kneeling on the floor in front of the man was a young black boy.
His mouth was buried in the old man's crotch and he was bobbing
his head up and down on the white man's dick.

The man held the boy's head with both quivering old hands,
pushing it down each time the boy would pull up. I could hear
that boy's lips slurping on the old man's dick. The whites of the
boy's eyes stood out in the darkness of the booth and his black
face.

I stood there, unnoticed, and watch as the young nigger serviced
the old man's cock. That old man was fully enjoying it. He sighed
and heaved in his seat. I slowly pulled out my own dick and
started to silently stroke it.

The old man entered into a spasm and his pelvis started to jerk
uncontrollably. He let out a loud sigh, as if something had just
exploded inside of him. 

The boy choked and coughed. There was cum dripping out of his
mouth. White cum dribbling down his young black chin. There was
also cum trickling out of the boy's nose.

The old man let out another loud sigh and relaxed against the
back of his seat, while the young nigger wiped his mouth with the
back of his hand.

Suddenly the old man grabbed the boy's head and jerked it around
to his crotch. He wiped the side of the boy's face and with his
cum covered dick, and also wiped some of his cum in the boy's
hair.

He grabbed the boy's jaw and forced open his thick tender black
lips, the boy complied. The old man cleaned his now-shriveled
white cock in the black boy's mouth, while the boy rested his
head in the old man's lap.

I slid back into the dark corridor, searching for another booth
where I could sit down alone   and maybe jack off.

Just then I heard a muffled bumping and loud moaning from one of
the other booths in the corridor.