Sex shop visit part 2

After my first visit, I experienced a huge amount of shame and guilt, but in a pattern that has repeated again and again, I can’t stay away

Hopefully, you have read my first story about a trip to my local sex shop to buy toys for my growing desire to play with and stretch my arse. Looking back at that first trip, I think I just got intoxicated and addicted to the smell and debauchery of sex shops. While I could just as easily start engaging in cottaging (public toilets et cetera) I never did.

There was definitely something about sex shops that pressed all of my buttons. I think it was that initial surge I felt when I went into the door invariably seeing other guys browsing the shelves and checking each other out. There was definitely a meat market aspect to it. Then there was engaging with the guy behind the counter who was obviously an expert at summing up his clientele and their needs and desires. That first time he clearly was not buying my pathetic attempt at suggesting the toys were for my wife.

Then there is the sounds of the videos playing in the booths and my imagination running wild as to what was happening behind those flimsy doors. But to be completely honest I think what really turned me on was the smell of spunk/disinfectant.

That first time as I was leaving the shop after the owner had “owned me” he gave me a card and said that every month on the final Thursday he had a party for like-minded individuals if I would be interested. Needless to say, when I went home that day and erased all evidence of my wonderful encounter, I felt tremendously guilty for betraying my wife and made no attempt to contact him for what would have been the first monthly meeting.

A couple of months later on the final Thursday of the month, my wife had to travel abroad for work, and I guess I felt it was fate. I nervously called him and tried to tease the details out of him of what would happen. He explained to me that he had a room upstairs in the shop and that he tried to collect a group of individuals on a 2-to-1 ratio of those who liked to give cock and those who liked to take it. He explained that in his experience most guys like me invariably wanted to be spit roasted and he wanted to facilitate that.

He told me he would supply poppers, cock cages, and anything else that was required to help the evening go smoothly. I guess what really swung it for me is when he told me that the guys who got to do the spit roasting each paid £100 to be supplied with guaranteed submissive cock lovers like me. I felt like an unpaid hooker, and the thought blew my mind.

In preparation for Thursday evening, I took the afternoon off and rushed home to prepare my body for the evening. I completely shaved all of my pubic hair and legs and made sure to oil my body. I had to later explain to my wife I was shaving the lower part of my body because of being a cyclist.

When I turned up at the sex shop that evening I called the mobile number and was buzzed up to a room upstairs. I nervously went in and saw that already there were seven or eight guys there. The owner of the shop, David greeted me by kissing me full on the lips, and announcing to the room that they should be gentle with me because this was really only my second time.

I was extremely embarrassed, but he then gave me a sniff of a popper and my inhibitions started to evaporate. Most of the guys were standing watching a large screen that was showing super sexy gay porn. Guys with huge cocks pounding twinks, lots of spunky facials. I have never seen such horny porn before, but was shocked when that video window then the mother came on. Again there were hot guys hung like donkeys but this time the twiks looked very very young. I looked at David and he looked straight back at me.

“Don’t worry though the twinks will be hurting anyway, after all all they want to do this please their fathers.”

David introduced me to the other guys who I suppose, like me, were using assumed names. But it wasn’t the names we were interested in but rather the orientation. There was only one other bottom there at that time so the ratio was three to one rather than two to one. The tops wasted no time getting their cocks out and gently waking them, displaying themselves to me and the other twink. After taking another sniff of a popper I followed my fellow submissive’s lead and stood between a couple of the alphas taking a cock in each hand. I licked my hands to lubricate them and gently wanked them.

David came up behind me and slipped my T-shirt over my head, and then told me to take my shoes off as he pulled my trousers and boxer shorts down. I felt him rub his cock against my ass crack and then he took my cock and balls in his hand and squeezed them hard.

“Would you like to be caged for this evening?” he asked

I nodded in agreement loving the prospect of the submissiveness of being caged for these hunky guys. He returned moments later with a gorgeous pink cage which he snapped around my cock and balls. He then instructed me and the other twink, who was already caged, to make out with each other for everyone’s enjoyment. We lay on one of the mattresses provided and kissed passionately, groping each other’s ass. Then we fell into a 69, licking around each other’s cage, and stretching to rim each other’s arsehole.

Knowing what we were going to face that evening, we both started to finger each other’s anus to stretch them out to make the evening go smoother. We each got to three fingers, the sign of the “homework” we had done to train ourselves. The horniness level really shot up when David suggested we tasted each other’s ass from our fingers. I’m pretty sure I would not have done this without the poppers coursing through my bloodstream. But the change in the room as we each licked our own hands clean of the other’s slime was tangible.

Soon a thick veiny cock was being pressed into my mouth which I greedily engulfed. I made sure to weigh in my hand the hefty balls that dangled beneath. This guy was definitely full of spunk, I knew enough about myself to know that I loved the feeling and texture of balls in my mouth and a big fat cock being slapped against my forehead and cheeks.

The guy whose balls I had in my mouth was extremely sexy. He had a gorgeous body, tanned and completely shaven, my idea of male perfection. He was also quite dominant as I was about to find out.

He took my face in his hands pulled me away from his balls, spat in my face, and then told me he was going to, “fuck the man out of me.”

To be honest I was surprised he thought I had any man in me at all.

He went around behind me and took one of the thick dildos lying on the mattress and pushed it all the way into my arse. I didn’t flinch (thanks poppers). After jamming it in and out of me for twenty seconds or so he took it out and I felt his mushroom head push past my sphincter as he grabbed my hips and went balls deep in me. I won’t lie, he stretched me and I felt some pain, which he clearly enjoyed inflicting.

I was surprised that I had not yet been presented with another cock for my mouth, but David later explained that there was a hierarchy and that two of the tops liked to get to exclusively fuck their first twink without the distraction of them sucking another guy. They did, however, position me and the other twink face-to-face and encouraged us to make out.

Alpha-1 (as he liked to be called), was now really drilling me and I was loving the sound and sensation of our skin crashing together, feeling his tight grip on my hips and enjoying the fact that after a few minutes, I was taking his significant girth and length with relative ease.

My own tiny excuse for a cock rocking from side to side in its cage. It was from alpha-1 that night I learned the pleasure it gave him when he lay on the mattress and I bounced up and down on his cock and he could see my pathetic pink caged cock bouncing like a little clit. This was my first experience with cowgirl and I loved it. I could see alpha-1’s face and learned to read from its expression and the force with which he met my bouncing up and down on him when he was about to come.

When he grunted, “In your mouth and face,” I immediately jumped off him allowing him to push his cock into my mouth.

As he started to spunk, which he shared evenly between the facial he gave me as well as the mouthful I received, twink 2 was getting the same treatment. After his alpha had finished David made sure we both had a huge sniff of poppers before telling us to clean up each other’s faces, an experience that I love to this day.

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