Many people on the “outside” tell me that I shouldn’t think so harshly of the masturbators and dick-suckers who come into the porn store and buy tokens. But it’s hard, it really is. Oftentimes I’ll be trying to talk to one. I’ll ask him about the weather or what his hobbies are and he’ll be talking to me, yes, but doing so as he stands in a dark corner with his zipper undone. He’ll be talking to me but with an aloof look in his eyes, a certain vacancy, and you get this feeling that if you aren’t going to let him suck your cock he’d rather have nothing to do with you! He’ll answer your friendly questions while looking over your shoulder, waiting for someone to come in with a big “stiffie”; or a tiny “boner”; a loose nutsack, a tight nutsack, two balls, three balls or one fucking NUT, it doesn’t really matter to these insatiable, licentious dick suckers. They are looking for a cock to suck, any cock, and the goal of all this penis-licking, the grand prize, is the yellow brick fucking road of CUUUUUUUMMMMMM! HAHAHAHA!!!
Oh yes, give me cum to fill my belly, they say; let it squirt upon my dry, tired tongue as I taste it and all the dead spirits of never-been-born babies scream and holler as they just floooow down my throat and I therefore a happy man. The other day, I swear to you, I went back into the arcade on a spooky, Wednesday night. The sky outside was red and ominous and even though I live in town I swear I heard a wolf howl. I punched in, grabbed my broom and began my daily chore of sweeping up all the booths. It was a funny thing because I noticed there weren’t any used condoms lying on the floor anywhere! Usually there are between 3 and 10 used condoms smeared upon the floor of every booth, filled with cum, and they smeeeeear along the dirty floor to the chorus of my colliding broom straws. But not last Wednesday night. Not on that night of the red sky and the wolves howling!
I gathered up what filthy trash was there, as always, into a big pile, and I headed out the back door to throw it away and what did I see? Behind the store was this regular-looking, professional guy. He had on a business suit. He was well-groomed, with short hair and shining, black dress shoes but he was crouched down upon the ground, near the mulberry tree, and he had in front of him a huge pile of used condoms. I watched in horror and disgust as he dipped his hands into the cum-smeared, latex pile of rubbers. He took them into his mouth and he chewed on them like they were gum! He just stared at me blankly with green, glowing eyes as the cum ran down his chin. He had used condoms in his hair. He had cum on his cheeks; it stained his tie; and what was worse was that as I watched him tilt his head back and squeeze the last remaining drops of white, snot-like semen from a purple latex condom and let it drip upon his wagging tongue it occurred to me that I recognized this fucking cum-eating ghoul as some asshole who ran a collection agency here in town. “Ahem,” I said to him with a scowl on my face. “Shouldn’t you be in your office by now? What, no phone calls to make? No lives to ruin?”
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