The Last Booth
By: Jonah

I love sex in the movie booths at the local adult bookstores. Course I guess you do to huh? I love public sex, the thrill of possibly being caught, the sleaziness of get a blowjob from a faceless stranger or of giving head to any cock that came through the hole. Hell I have even been known to turn my ass around and back up onto a guys throbbing cock from time to time or sneak into the same booth, strip off all my clothes and get really get wild. Its always easy to get what you want, not mater what you look like or who you are.

Me? Name's Jonah, but a lot of my buddies call me "The Whale". Why? For one, 'cause I 'm built like one. Chubby bear here, ample gut and proud of it. The other is cause of my never turning down the opportunity to swallow all the "seamen" I can or to shoot off my own blow hole. Always get hot thinking about that. Picture me swallowing some hot sailor boys down my throat and into my gullet, feeling them struggling to escape but instead the become a part of the Whale forever. Sick yeah, but we already established that I am a bit of a freak.

So it was late one Friday that I found myself feeling the call of the wild so to speak. I decided to try out the newest bookstore in town. It had only been open a couple of weeks, but the grapevine was a'buzzin about it already. Three times as many booths as most places in town. Nice choice of movies, longer periods of play for your buck. nicely cut glory holes in most of the booths. And most ineresting of all, not only did the staff not bother the clientle, rumor had it that the stores owner spent a LOT of time in one specific booth playing with anyone that came into the booth on the other side of the glory hole. See I like men as sleazy or sleazier than I am, and well, opening up your own bookstore just to be able to cruise it at your own leisure is about as sleazey as it gets!

So I throw on my usuall booth atire: sadals, loose fitting gym shorts with one pocket for wallet & poppers (no underwear of course), and t-shirt that barely covers my belly. I drive over and when I get there find a pretty full parking lot. Bussiness must be good. I walk in and spot the door to the booth area.

Now alot of guy that cruise the booths are to ashamed to just walk straight back to them. They pussyfoot around the shop, maybe actually buy something and then finally just slink back to the dark corridors. Not me man. I walk right on over, already have my supply of bills for the machines. Hell, I'll wave and say hi to the regulars I know and even the clerks for that matter! Shame, as I always say, is for the weak. Life is to short not to enjoy it anyway possible.

So I get back in the halls and the joint is definatly living up to expectations! LOTS of booths, nicley done glory holes, hot movie selections and even hotter men. Quite a few of them I know from the older stores. One of the is this hot bear named Ted. He smiles at me and I go over to hi and we start chatting. He's telling me how much I am gonna like this place. I ask him about the staff and he points out that they do not even have security cams back here to keep tabs on the cruising. He also points out which booth is the owners, turns out to be the last one in the darkest secluded corner of the booth area. It has no direct light and Ted says you can't even see who goes into which booth down there so nobody knows for sure which guy is the owner.

After a bit, decide it's time for the Whale to swallow some seamen down into his gut (mentally picturing Ted sliding down into my belly, wearing nothing but a sailor's cap and a hard on, thinking how good that hot sweaty bear would taste). Ted says he is gonna go try for the booth next to the owners, see if the guy is as good a cocksucker as he has heard. I step into a booth and before I even feed any cash to the machine a long hard cock slides through the hole in the wall. Yep, I am gonna like it here...

About an hour later (and several loads in both my holes), my bladder decides I need to head to the restroom. When I come back I decide to take a walk down the into the dark corrider and see if I can get next to the owner. The occupied light is on above the door to the last booth, but the door to the one next to it wide open. I step inside and pop a five into the money slot, then bend over to check the hole. I smile when I look through and all I see is lips, teeth, tounge and throat. The guy is definatly a hungry one. Far be it from me to deny him my own seamen. I pull my hard 6 inches out the leg of my shorts and slide it through. The mouth on the other side started going to town, giving me possibly the best damned blow job of my life! I blow my load and this hungry fucker keeps on sucking for another 10 minutes or so untill I blow a second! Hell I am ready for a third but I feel him pull off my cock.

I squat down, intending to offer a little reciprocation to the guy, but his mouth is still at the hole. "You sure do taste good guy" says the mouth in the hole. Smiling he says "Why don't you come on over here so I can swallow even more of you?" I hear the lock on the booth next door open with a click. I figure what the hell and step out into the hall and then into the owner's booth. the booth is totally dark, looks like the movie he was watching is resetting itself. It's a bigger booth than the others, I have not touched him yet, my eyse are still adjusting to the darkness. I hear the click as he locks the door again.

"Take off all your clothes man" says my host. The fact that it is more like a command than a request definatly turns me on. A couple of tugs and my clothes are on the floor. I even take off my sandals.

"You really the owner of this place" I ask. My cock is so hard it hurts, my eyes begin to adjust to the light and I can make out a very large form coming toward me, I feel his big hands rubbing all over my chust and belly.

"Damn! you are a plump one aren't you?" he says without waiting for an answer "Yes I am. I was having difficulty getting to men, so I decided to bring my favorite food to me ..."

I started to ask him what he meant by favorite food but all of a sudden he grabbed me by my shouders and pulled me toward him. I hit a soft wet surface and started to wonder what it was when his arms wrapped around me held me tight to his massive sweaty chest and huge gut! This guy must be as big as Jabba the Hut! Even weirder is I could swer that something insde the fat gut I am pressed up against is squirming and pushing back!

I felt his hot breath beating down on me from just above my head, spit is driping on my face heavey and slick. All of a sudden my face was covered by a hot wet towel, least that was what I thought at first, then I realized it was this big guys tounge! It was huge and he was rubbing it all over my face and chest, covering me in slick spit.

"Damn you taste fucking good" the big man told me again. This time I realised this might not be a good thing for me. I started to cry out for help, but suddenly my whole head was engulfed in something really moist and steamy. As his lips wrapped around my neck, I realised my whole head was in this guy's mouth! And his lips were moving downward, stretching to fit over my shoulders. I tried to break free but his bear hug on me was tight as iron. This fat fucker was eating me alive, like I always dreamed of doing to some other guy and there was nothing I could do to stop him!

My nipples slid across his lower lip and sent shudders of involuntary pleasure through my body. As my head was pulled into the tight grip of the throat muscles, my cock twitched and throbbed and it struck me that some part of me found this all very erotic! Here I am struggling, being sucked up like a strand of spagheti, pretty sure that I am not going to be alive for much longer and I was turned on! I knew I was a sick puppy, but this took the cake!

The hungry fucker's tounge was rubbing all over me as I was pulled into the mouth, tasting every inch of me. Big guy was moaning in pleasure and definatly taking his time so I guess I must have tasted pretty good to him. As my own not-so-small gut slipped between his lips with ease, I realised that my fate was inevitable. I used to be a man, now I was a man's food, sometime soon I would be a shit. That simple. That realization made, I did what any other pervert in my situation would have done and edged my hand over to my cock and started to jack it, even as it and my fat ass slid into the hungry mouth. My devourer made a noise that I believe was a chuckle. Hard to tell with his mouth full. His throat muscles contracted and I was pulled further toward the gurgling belly bellow me.

My chest and most of my belly were in his throat and only my lower legs and feet remained outside his mouth. He paused taking me in any further and his incredible tounge began licking all over my balls and ass while i continued to jerk off. Not only was the bastard gonna swallow me up and snuff me out, but he wanted to taste my last load of cum! Ah hell, I always said live was too short not to enjoy any oportunity you were given and it looked like my life was gonna be over very shortly. Of course I did everything in my power to put off shooting as long as I could, but the fucker had a great tounge. Soon I could hold back no longer and I growled and shuddered and shot a huge load of cum on the fucker's tounge. He moaned appreciativly and threw his head back, opening his throat as he did.

I felt gravity take hold and pull me downwards, through another tight muscle ring and int a hot foul smelling space that I knew had to be the guys stomach. As throat constricted and forced me into the guy's gut, I realized I was not alone in there! I was being pushed against another spit slicked guy, forced into a curled up spooning position with him. Appearantly he was turned on by our situation on some level as well because his rockhard cock was right in the crack of my ass. I can also feel a wet furry chest and belly pressed up against my back.

"Sorry about that man, I know I should not be turned on, hell I am scared out of my mind, but it has a mind of its own" said my fellow peice of meat. I recognized the voice.

"Its alright Ted, I understand," I said as I took his hand and moved it to my own still hard cock. "I don't get it either, but part of me is turned on too." I thought of the irony for a moment that a little over an hour ago I was getting turned on by the thought of this guy beside being swallowed down into MY stomach. I tried to stretch my arms and legs, maybe find a way back up the bastard's throat, but all I managed to do was squish Ted up against my back.

"I tried for god know's how long to force my way back out of here, but no luck. All it did was wear me out." Ted said and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "We're gonna die, aren't we Whale?"

I did not answer, there was no need. We both knew we were just food to this fat fucker and we both know what hapens to food in someone's stomach. It was only amatter of time before this dark sack we were in filled up and we would die. "Fuck me" is what I said instead. "Fuck my ass like you have never fucked anyone before, keep on fucking me till ... well just keep fucking me. Get all the pleasure we can before ... Mmmmm."

Ted slid his cock in me nice and slow, the big mushroom head poping my ass open and the shaft filling me up. I had sucked on his 10 incher plenty before, but never gotten around to taking it up my ass before. Wish I had now, it felt damn good! Ted definatly knew how to make a guy fell good, especially given the circumstances. I really wish I could have felt it swell up and blow Ted's load all over my insides, but it was not to be.

I could feel the walls getting slimier. Any my skin touch the stomach lining started to tingle and then to burn. Ted started to whimper and began to buck more eraticaly than he had been, ponuding my ass hard. Not sure if he was trying desperatly to cum befor he died or if the pain was making his thrash around. Maybe both. Not that it mattered. We both began screaming and bucking, soon splashing in the digestive juices that were building up around us. Not sure when his cock came out of my ass or if it even did, by that point our flesh was disolving away and in our screaming panic we began swallowing the acid. Mercifuly once it got inside us it was mere minutes until we died. Our struggles continued involuntarily for a few minutes after death. When the stopped our devourer rubbed his belly and knew we were gone. He frowned a little, he likes the stuggles you see. He smiled then as he heard someone come into the booth next to his. Sure enough he soon had another cock to suck.

He let this guy leave though. He actually only eats two or three guys a day. He needs word to spread of his cock sucking ability to lure others into his trap. Not to mention even with his arangement with the local chop-shop to claim the cars of his victims, he knows too many disapearances will draw too many questions. So he eats two or three, lets them have a little fun in his belly before he digests them (if they are so inclined, for some reason fear is not a turn on for everyone). Got to admit, it is hot to watch him feed on guys though. and he aint picky, I have watched him chow down on every type of man you can think of since I died.

It's been lonely the last four months. No one seems to see me, though a few seem to hear me. Some seem to sense me, even step aside to avoid walking through me. I guess Ted went on to the Great Beyond, but I stuck around. I guess you would call me a ghost. I can leave if I leave the building if I want, but I do not know what I would do if I did. I explore a little farther from here each day, hoping to find another ghost to talk too. Other times, I just hang out here and jack off a lot watching guys get it on. Yeah jacking off still feels good to a ghost, go figure.

But any time I see someone come into the next to the last booth down the dark corridor, I drop everything and come in here with them. I talk to them and tell them my story while the hungry fucker gives them a fantasticly enticing blow job, just like I just told you all this hoping it would sink in while you blow your load down that fucker's throat, hoping to keep you from following it. I scream at them when they bend over and get the invite to the other booth. I scream at them to run away. Sometimes it seems like it works. Others it does not.

Damn it man, don't do that. Don't go in there with him. Fuck. There goes the click of the lock. Too late now. Nothing left to do but watch you become food and see if you might come back as a new friend for this lonely ghost.

The End