Giuseppe - A Longshoreman

Thirty-three-year-old Giuseppe had been a member of the International Longshoremen’s Association for twelve years. Ever since an uncle had pulled a few strings for him about a year after he graduated high school. At least once, sometimes twice a week, Giuseppe stopped by the Gagootz on his way home from the waterfront.

When he walked in today through the side entrance, he headed directly for the private viewing booths, giving a brief wave to Carmine, who was behind the check-out counter. Giuseppe slowly paced the length of the hallway, checking the status of the locks. As a regular, he was well aware that three, four, seven, and eight were reserved for the la puttana.

A wide grin spread across his face upon finding that eight and six said “occupied”, but the lock on ten read “vacant”.

After entering booth ten and flipping the handle on the deadbolt to “occupied”, he squatted down at the hole, peering into the booth next to his. Technically, that violated the tacit rules of the store. However, just as it is acceptable at a fast-food restaurant to sip off the foam when filling a cup with soda, so too was taking a quick peek at who was going to be blowing you. One peek. And brief.

It was some redhead, down on her knees and rocking back and forth. Giuseppe had seen her in the store a couple of times before, although she had never actually blown him. Well, if she did not leave after the man in booth six got his nut, she would today.

Giuseppe remembered her as being in her late thirties, early forties. She packed a few pounds but was not fat by any means. With her green eyes and freckles, he pegged her as a colleen.

Unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, and opening the button at the top, he shoved his pants and boxers down past his knees. Wrapping one meaty fist around the shaft of his cock, he proceeded to stroke himself into an erection. He knew that some guys liked for the women to do it for them, but he preferred to make a good first impression.

Once he was satisfied with his hard-on, he stepped up closer to the wall and stuck his boner through the hole.

And waited.

He did not have to wait long. A set of soft fingers encircled his shaft and started jacking him off. Her hand was soon joined by a warm, wet mouth. Giuseppe closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure while the woman on the other side slobbed on his knob. Her pace was rapid, determined, as if she was eager for him to spill his load. Which was fine with him. He didn’t want to get home too late and have his wife question his whereabouts.

Her stroking hand left his cock, but was immediately replaced by her other one. She had a nice technique, squeezing and relaxing her grip as she worked her fist back and forth. The woman also had a good sucking action going. The phrase about a golf ball and a garden hose came to mind.

Again she switched hands and Giuseppe leaned the side of his face against the wall separating them. He could hear her loud slurping noises, and he felt the sperm beginning to boil up inside him. He shifted his feet further apart, redistributing his weight while the woman continued her relentless blowjob.

Soon, he was bucking his hips and panting through his open mouth. His knees felt weak, and his body shook. Quickly, he banged three times on the wall and a second or two later, his dick exploded. He felt his sperm speeding through the length of his shaft to burst out of the end in sweet relief.

The woman was doing her part. Her lips and hand slid rapidly up and down his shaft, and she sucked even harder than before.

Giuseppe stood there with his body pressed against the wall, his hands next to his head and his palms flattened as he emptied his load into her mouth. By the time his orgasm subsided, he was practically whimpering.

With his dick thoroughly drained, he stepped back from the wall, breathing heavily. As he tried to catch his breath, he heard the woman calling teasingly through the hole, “Thank you.”