The Dark Side - Sex Stories

The Dark Side

... could rationalize that anything he did was just fine even though he would rant and rave how those exact same behaviors were fucked up when other people did them. Intoxicated and horny, that drive home to his run-of-the-mill life inevitably always seemed to take a detour. Rather than going straight home, he would somehow end up on the other side of town. It wasn’t the ghetto by any stretch of the imagination, it just wasn’t the manicured and homogenous suburbs either. Pulling in to the parking lot of The Rock Hard Cafe, better known as Rock’s with trademark infringement being what it was and all, always gave Dave a thrill. Would he get lucky tonight? Would he go home more frustrated and horny than when he arrived? There was always a chance that he wouldn’t be able to find the thrill that he sought but he was driven like an addict to see if he could. He didn’t want to be seen in such a place, he didn’t want to run into anyone he knew but that added to the danger and the thrill. It was a small town relatively speaking. It wasn’t so small that everyone knew each other but it wasn’t a major metropolis where he could be reasonably assured of anonymity either. If he was thinking with his big head he would only go out on the hunt in the city which was an hour away. If he was being level-headed, he would have only indulged in his lusts where the likelihood of being caught was minimized. David, however, didn’t have that much control over his desires. Rock’s was a one stop shop. ...

... Immediately inside the front door, there was a sex shop with toys, DVDs, lingerie, and sex aides galore. If you followed the hallway to the right you’d find a strip club (if two poles, four sticky sofas, and a rotation of skinny women with C-section scars, platinum blond hair, dark roots, and butterfly tattoos could be considered an actual club) and to the left were video booths, equipped with glory holes for darker pleasures. And darker pleasures were exactly what Dave always sought. With his $20 inserted, Dave scrolled the video menu for his favorite selections. You see, Dave wanted to see interracial gay action. He got off on seeing white boys used by Black men with enormous black cocks. They offered a few titles from the “It’s Gonna Hurt” series that he had seen time and time again. Castro was the star of the videos and he had five pounds of dick that he used to eviscerate white men’s asses. His mouth watered every time he saw Castro’s huge cock on the screen. He wanted a jet black version of one that big to be pushed through his hole for him to suck. Dave wished there were more hardcore videos offered, something more extreme like he watched at home on the internet. He loved to see white throats pounded and sissy asses sodomized and the look of pain and pleasure on their faces, preferably more pain than pleasure. Dave LOVED sucking cock. He loved the tang of a raunchy, big black cock; he loved the feel of it swelling in his mouth and the smell of their rank, sweaty balls. Most ...