Grabbing the back of my head, Al pulled my head forward hard, until my face was pressed against his groin.
Followed by Al uttering, “Sweet baby, I’m cumming!!!
followed by his cum overflowing my mouth, and down my chin.
PART 2
The next evening, as I showed up for work, I was a little bit nervous.
What was Al going to think of me?
Last night I submitted myself to him on the spur of the moment.
I think I would be devastated if he sent me away because he was embarrassed by what had happened.
Well, I had to go up to the booth to find out.
So screwing up my courage, I walked up the stairs, and unlocked the door to the projectionist booth.
As I entered, Al greeted me with a hearty slap on the back, and a handshake.
It appears to me that there wasn’t a problem from Al’s point of view, this was a welcome relief.
“Frank, good to see you my boy, I had wondered if what happened last night might have put you off from coming back to work, I’m glad to see that my fears were misplaced.
Well that was a relief, we were both thinking the same thing, go figure.
“Al, the truth is, that I had my reservations.
But I was more concerned about what you thought of me, after I did what I did.” I told him.
“Frank, what happened last night was a gift, one that I never considered would happen.
I admit that I was teasing you, and kind of egging you on.
However the results were wonderful, and I for one now have no regrets.” He told me.
Seconds later we were saved from anymore small talk.
The alarm clock began to chime as the hour clicked over to the stated start time of the movie.
Manning the projector, Al struck the arc in the arc light chamber.
As soon as I pulled the lever that opened the shutter to illuminate the film, Al called me over to join him around the table we shared.
Popping open a couple of beers, Al offered one to me.
As we sat there, I began to relax.
Shooting the breeze for the next twenty minutes or so, we had settled into a quiet evening.
Reaching over to the magazine rack next to my chair, I saw that Al had put a bunch of adult magazines in the rack.
There was a mix of straight and gay issues.
Pulling out a few, I took the first one on the stack, and began to thumb through it.
I have to admit, I love porn, of any type.
With my feet up on the table, I worked my way through the first couple of magazines.
The more I scanned the pages, the stiffer my penis became, until it began to crawl out the bottom of the cargo shorts I was wearing.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Al who asked if I had a problem.
Looking over the top of the magazine, Al pointed towards the leg opening of my shorts.
For the first few seconds, I was a bit embarrassed, yet that only lasted a short bit.
Reaching over the table, Al slid his hand into the leg holes of my shorts, only to wrap around my penis.
This brought a low moan from deep within my body, and a shudder to my body.
He next slid his other hand up the other leg hole.
One hand was stroking my penis, the other, cupping my balls.
This had the intended affect of causing my penis to grow to it’s full size.
Taking his hands from beneath my shorts, Al grabbed the bottom of shorts and pulled.
As they slid down my legs, Al took them off.
Sitting there with my penis now protruding from the bottom of my underwear, he began to massage it.
Al must have been extra horny today, because he wasted no time in stripping me naked.
Standing along side his chair, Al kept stroking me, as the pre-cum began pouring out the tip of my penis.
With both hand around the cheeks of my bottom, Al pulled me forward until his lips were wrapped around my penis.
Holding me tight, Al went to town with his oral talents.
As his lips, and tongue did their thing, his fingers began to explore the little ring in my bottom.
As his finger slid past the muscle in question, my knees began to buckle.
Standing up from his chair, Al bent me over the table, telling me to stay there, and not to move.
From behind, I could hear him rummaging around.
Seconds later, I felt him rubbing something slick into my little ring.
Once this was done, he reinserted his finger into my bottom.
I will be the first to admit that him wiggling his finger inside my bottom was making me crazy with lust.
When he began thrusting deeper and harder into my bottom, I wanted to scream with pleasure.
Our booth may be soundproof, but I for one wasn’t going to test it out.
Momentarily, Al stepped away, and the sound of him searching for something renewed.
He must have found what he was looking for, because seconds later, I felt him pressing something into my bottom.
Wider and wider my little ring began to open up.
I had no idea that I was able to stretch open that wide.
As my little ring reached its widest, it suddenly shrank to a smaller diameter, as the plug tapered down at it’s base.
Now my bottom felt fuller than it had ever felt.
The plug was held in place by it’s design, and the only way it was coming out was with help.
My thoughts were interrupted by Al’s hand coming squarely down upon my bottom.
Over and over Al, spanked my bottom.
Every once in awhile his hit would strike the base of the plug, and drive it forward into my bottom.
After a few minutes, each hit began to sting like crazy.
Along with the sting, I could feel heat soaking into my bottom.
After twenty or so hits, he changed his method.
The next hit was brutal, as well as unexpected, because it involved a wooden paddle.
Al had to have been an expert in its use, because each and every hit caused me to jump higher than the hit before.
Abandoning the paddle, Al began removing the plug from my bottom, only to be replaced with another object.
Whatever this was, I was straight walled, and long.
I swear I could feel this thing coming all the way up, and into my throat.
Shove, and twist, shove, and twist, over and over, until I was having trouble thinking clearly.
The combination of spanking, and the dildo reaming my bottom, I was going out of my mind with lust.
Grabbing me by my hair, Al pulled me from the table, and pressed me to my knees.
Once on my knees, I opened my eyes to find Al’s penis inches from my face.
I knew what was to come next, so I opened my mouth, as Al pressed his penis into my throat.
With his hands on the back of my head, Al was now in control.
As his hips rammed forward, his hands pulled my head into his groin.
My breathing became more and more difficult.
My eyes were burning from the need to breath.
I began gagging, and saliva ran down my lips onto my chin, and chest.
The only sounds I was capable of making, were gurgles, and gasping sounds.
Gurgles as his penis went down my throat, and gasping when he was tired of pressing it down my throat while I slapped at his thighs to let me up to breath.
When at last he felt he was ready, he pulled me to my feet, and once again bent me over the table.
This time the dildo was replaced with his penis.
Pressing against my bottom, he began to worm his way inward.
Fuck, his penis was thick, every push felt like a baseball bat trying to invade my bottom.
The second the head of his penis breached my little ring, he pressed it in as deeply in as possible.
Only now did Al begin the ravishment of my bottom.
The sound Al’s hips slapping against my bottom, kept the rhythm of our coupling.
Over, and over, Al pounded my bottom, never once slowing down.
Each time he pulled back, I could feel the ring in my bottom being pulled outward.
Minutes later, Al, drove himself as deep as possible, as he released a growl, and his seed into my bottom.
As he fell away from the table, I felt his cum running down the crack of my bottom as it coated my balls, and dripped onto the floor below me.
Totally spent, and unable to move very well, Al began cleaning my bottom with a damp towel.
When he was satisfied, he helped me up, and sat me down upon the table top.
Pressing me onto my back, Al took my penis in his mouth and began treating me to one of the best Bj’s I had ever received.
Within seconds, I came like I had never cum before.
For the remainder of the evening, Al allowed me to rest on the couch we had in the booth.
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