Porn Arcade

I am a lifelong faggot. Cock has always come easily to me, even at work. Every job that I have had has accommodated my obsessive hunger for cock, for cum, for pee, spit, and shit.

For several years, I worked at a porn shop. I used to work across the street at a high-rise, high-end residence tower as a concierge, but one night when I was doing my rounds, I saw someone at the back of the shop dumping something into their dumpster; so I crossed the street, started a conversation, asked if I could suck his cock, got fucked, then got hired.

The porn shop had been there a long time. It was a good shop, well managed, and well stocked. Its most major flaw was that all the men who worked there were straight, very straight. Two of them even shot porn with their girlfriends. As it was so straight, the gay stuff was not taken seriously. I changed all that. For one thing, first things first, I began sucking all their cocks, all the way up to the owner, and letting them fuck me. Next, I got rid of all movies and mags that were not bareback. My sections of responsibility were toys, pumps, lubes, and the arcade at the back of the store.

When I arrived on the scene, the arcade was not a money maker. It was too constricted, too straight, too unaccommodating to gays and faggots. We all got a piece of the action at the shop, splitting profits between us. All of the others were willing to allow my plans to change the back arcade to make it more profitable.

Guys will always find ways to suck and to fuck each other. When I first started going regularly to the back, I would see guys sucking cocks below the partitions between the booths. Immediately, I suggested that they get in the same booth together, and do it properly. They said that they thought that that was forbidden. I told them that the rules had changed. Within days, I had large oblong gloryholes cut into both walls of every booth except the end ones. I have always loved sucking anonymous gloryhole cock, and getting fucked through the gloryholes. I wanted our gloryholes to be big enough for both cocks and balls, big enough to fuck through comfortably. I took down all signs limiting booth use to only one occupant. When I was in the arcade – every chance I got – I suggested to all open, uninhibited use of the gloryholes, encouraging the sharing of booths for sucking and fucking, two or three or more to a booth.

I changed up the porn, too. I re-calibrated the video machines, shortening the duration of a dollar’s worth of viewing, encouraging the use of fives and tens, instead. With this increase, I greatly improved the porn. Eighty percent of it was hardcore bareback gay porn. The rest of it was transgender, lesbian, and kinky straight. As long as the men were paying to view porn while they were inside the booths, I was happy. I was lenient, too, if their sucking and fucking distracted them for a while, as long as they cooperated in general, in spirit.

Word got around. Profits from the arcade tripled, then tripled again. The arcade became a major money earner for the shop. To further promote it, I did not hesitate to suck cock, to lick and tongue yummy butthole, and to get fucked when I was back there. The shop still remained predominantly straight, but the arcade became a haven for gays and faggots.

I did not make condoms readily available for free, because I believe that all sex should be condom-free. If I found condoms in the waste bins in the booths, I would drain them into my mouth, and often suck them clean, too. I loved cleaning the arcade at the end of night. The pools of cum below the monitors, the cum on the monitors themselves, all of it was a turn-on for me. If the cum was still moist, I would rub my fingers through it, then suck my fingers. I never used toxic cleaners or antiseptics in the arcade. I would just wipe things down with warm water. The place was clean enough to eat off of all of the surfaces, except for all the strange cum, which I consider clean as well. I would even get down on my hands and knees and suck up the cum from fresh pools on the floor.

Peeing in the waste bins was also no longer discouraged. I love the smell of cum and pee. I have always loved cum and pee together. If I could have found a way to get shit more fully into the picture, I would have. I did encourage the use of tongues instead of toilet paper, and as often as possible invited men to shit in my mouth in the booths, but I could not get it as filthy as I would have liked.

With the help of the arcade, the owner of the shop made enough money to sell it and move to the Virgin Islands. It is difficult for some to put porn seller on their résumés. I am not among them. The job I had after that one was funeral director. That is a different story, though. The deceased were safe with me, to be sure, but the grieving…they found consolation in my ever ready mouthpussy and asscunt.