I've been a big frequenter of adult bookstore arcades ever since I can remember. There's nothing quite like buying some nice shiny tokens and walking into one of those dark, dreary labyrinthine arcades and doing some nice cocksucking. Or getting my cock sucked. Or sometimes I even get to engage in a little anal action. I love arcades that have alot of glory holes because there's nothing like being in one of the booths and sucking a mysterious stranger's dick through one of those dick holes. I love to lick the crusty, dried up cum around the hole. I've been known to sit in a booth and wait hours on end for a big, thick cock to poke through the hole from a guy in the booth on the other side. I only found out recently that when I go into the arcade smelling of red hot salsa and sit in a booth, that it somehow attracts the biggest and most luscious cocks in town.

One hot summer afternoon I walked into the parking lot of Pete's Books, an adult bookstore on the west side of town. It's a small pornstore as far as the front goes. They sell a few magazines, a few DVDS, some toys and stuff, but most of their business comes from the queers back in the arcade. They've got a nice arcade with about 15 booths or so in it and half of the 40 or so movie channels they have show gay flicks. The best part about it at the time was that they'd gone at least 2 weeks without a janitor and the floor was littered with shit like used condoms, puddles of cum everywhere and jizz-stained napkins. I told the owner a bunch of times that they shouldn't bother cleaning it at all because most of the nasty dicksuckers and cruisers dig all the cum lying around. I put myself in that group, there's nothing like the thick, humid smell of semen to put me in the mood when I walk back into the dark arcade to suck some dick.

Before I go into the store I walk behind the building and take the bottle of salsa out of my cut-off jean shorts. Then I start wiping it all over myself. I'm wearing a dirty cut-off T-shirt which I wipe all over with the salsa, wiping it on my belly and all over my legs. The spicy smell reaches up to my nostrils and starts making me horny as hell. I look into the parking lot and see a couple dicksuckers staring at me. They are walking from their cars into the store as I outstretch my arms and seductively wipe my biceps and chest with the salsa, trying to get a reaction. Alot of times I scare people because they think the salsa is blood because it is so robust, deep-red and flavorful. If they give me a look of fear or disgust I just yell at them, "What are you looking at, faggot?!" and they start scampering into the store. More than a couple of times I've engaged in some hot action behind the building without even going into the arcade, guys in the parking lot get so turned on by the little "salsa dance" I do, my ritual before heading in to buy tokens

I get in the store and buy some tokens from the clerk. I'm covered in salsa but they never say anything. I'm just the "weird guy who has a salsa fetish" to them and I buy so many tokens, usually at least $20 worth, when I come in that the owner, Pete, makes them all put up with the mess I make. Pete is a fucking whore for selling tokens and I've even seen him mop up my puddles of salsa himself, he needs the fucking money so bad. He don't want any big messes in the store front but as I said, the arcade is a mess because Pete knows us dick pigs like it that way. When it gets so bad that the city gets wind of it and brings in the health inspectors I guess that's when Pete will finally hire another janitor.

Pete's smart, though, in that he pretty much lets the inmates run the insane asylum. There aren't any security guards or security cameras in the arcade and the clerks are told to pretty much leave us alone. I get back in the arcade and see all the used condoms on the floor. I kick out of my way a few jizz-stained tissues and make my way back into my favorite little cubby hole next to booth 12. I just stand there in the dark and take in the nice smell of cum and sweating bodies. There are guys in all the booths sucking dick, jerking their hard cocks to oblivion, reveling in their animal instincts and love of the dick and it makes me so happy. It excites me to no end. I pull my werewolf mask out from inside the back of my shorts and put it on. Alot of the cruisers dig me in my mask as I just stand there with my cock out, gently stroking it as I stare at everyone that walks by. There's always a bunch of old nasty trolls loitering and they like to watch me and my dick. They know they aren't gonna get to suck it but they like the fantasy. Alot of them walk by and start sniffing. They smell the salsa all over my body and turn to look at me. I shake my cock at them in acknowledgment as if to say, "Hello, I'm here to suck dick." They smile and walk on by, dreaming of my dick in their mouth but it ain't gonna fucking happen.

After I've had my fun letting everyone know that the "Salsa Wolf" is in the house, I slip into booth 12, shut the door. I put a bunch of tokens into the coin slot and start slowly stroking my cock to some hot gay porn. The floor of the booth is covered with used condoms and cum-stained napkins. I stroke my cock and take in the atmosphere, the dark and the stench of old and fresh cum that smells a little like mushrooms, this pungent man scent. I'm sitting on the cum-stained bench in the booth with a glory-hole carved into the wall just to my right. All around the periphery of the dick hole is caked, dried-up semen which I begin to lick as I wait for someone to stick their dick through the hole. I have my tongue againt the wall, my hand on my cock as I look up awkwardly to view the fuck flick, see two guys on the screen fucking each other in the ass and I decide that once I suck a dick I'm also gonna get a little raunchy butt-action going.

I get impatient after a few minutes and get my bottle of salsa back out. I wipe it all over my dick and belly, letting it soak my patch of pubes and wet my balls, smelling the hot, spicy peppers in the air. Once the smell of the onions reaches up to my nose that's when a big, thick dick slowly makes its way through the hole. What a gorgeous dick it is! I hear the guy grunting and panting on the other side of the wall as I caress his cock, making it wet with my ruby red salsa. He gasps as I slowly stroke his big, thick erection and then he cries out when I take the whole 8 inches into my hungry mouth. I bob up and down on his throbbing dick, fondling my own as I do with my knees now on the filthy floor letting the tip of this mysterious man's dick beat against the back of my throat as the taste of dick and salsa mixes with wet, rich drops of his pre-cum againt my taste buds.

Soon, he is nearly screaming in pleasure as a huge, gushing shot of thick semen squirts into my mouth. I gasp and lick the tip of his dick, not wanting any of it to drip on the floor. The taste of peppers, onion, tomato and rich, robust cum make for a delicious cocktail! The pleasure is so great; my blood begins to boil; my balls begin to squirm and scream and tingle as my heart beats a thousand beats a minute. I look at the video screen to see a beautiful blonde guy reaming another man's ass and that's when I storm out of the booth with my werewolf mask dripping cum and salsa and spit. I quickly walk around to the booth the guy is in and I fling open the door.

He stands there in front of the glory hole holding his dick and turns over his shoulder briefly to look at me as I burst into the dark, cum-drenched booth and grab him by the shoulders. "Don't you dare try to turn your fucking head around again!" I order him as I get him down on the floor, push his face into a pile of cum-drenched used condoms. His beautiful, hairy ass is arched in the air, just an inch from my quivering, aching hard cock. I see his butthole throbbing, almost like it has a mouth and speaks its own language and says, "Stick your dick in deep!" "I'm gonna lube you up with a little flavor first, asshole!" I say to the guy's butthole as I pour the last of my salsa bottle into the dude's ass, splatter it on his butt cheeks. Gently, I rub his ass cheeks with the wet, red salsa. The dim booth lighting makes it glisten as I waste no time in pushing my dick inside his rosebud. Aaaaaaaaah, it feels so good shoving my boner into his wet, raw ass! Slowly I begin to get my rhythmn and it isn't long before I'm fucking his ass like no tommorow. Ass fucking a man inside a porno booth is a little awkward because it is such a cramped space. But I've done it enough times to get the perfect angle, with one leg on the bench and my knee on the floor, JAMMING my dick deep inside the guys rectum as I squeeze his salsa-drenched asscheeks and look up the ceiling, howling. "AROOOOO! AROOOO!" I howl, my face sweating profusely behind my mask as the guy yells and grunts, silently muttering "YES! OH DEAR GOD FUCK MY ASS!"

Soon, I ejaculate, pushing my meat as far into his rectal cavity as I can to make my seed squirt as deep into his body as possible. My limbs are quivering. My muscles are on fire and I'm about to go up in flames, the booth is so hot, so I quickly struggle to open the door and fall out of the booth. I struggle to stand back up and make my way back into my little dark cubby hole. A few minutes later I see a couple nasty trolls walking by. They have their hands underneath my victims armpits, escorting him out of the arcade with his pants still pulled down to his ankles and his ass covered in salsa that drips on the filthy floor along his path in the dark, maze-like halls. I start to fondle my cock some more, peering menacingly at all the other cruisers through the eyeholes of my werewolf mask as they all wonder if they might be lucky enough to be next.