The Jack Off Sessions 2: More Adventures of Brent and James
Part 1.
Brent rolled to a stop at the side of the white stucco building. He unwrapped the chain from the frame of his bike and secured it to the empty bike rack. Looking around, he noted how innocuous it all seemed. A partially empty parking lot surrounded by a high fence and a single building sitting in the center. Trees shaded the borders. He concluded that the fence hid the parking lot from the street, giving the patrons of the building a sense of much needed privacy.
He made his way to the side of the building toward the entrance. Black tinted glass hid the interior from prying eyes. A single sign above the door announced the name of the establishment: "Wonderland Adult Books, Videos, Novelties." He pushed the door open and stepped through.
Brent felt the cool air of air conditioning once inside. This was a clear contrast to the hot afternoon he just escaped. His eyes adjusted to the interior lighting and he continued inside.
Passing the bearded employee at the register, he made his way to the video section of the store. Peering over the top of the shelves he got a better look at the patrons. The single employee at the front of the store was flipping through a magazine at the front counter seemingly oblivious to the presence of everyone. A balding man was browsing the large shelves displaying a dozen different varieties of magazines. Two attractive middle aged women giggled as they loitered in the novelties section eyeing a row of different sized dildos and vibrators.
Brent returned his eyes to the video covers, keeping a mental inventory of the explicit images. Asian Sensation 3, Titty Fuckers 7, Anal Adventures 18, Brent's eyes glazed over as he discovered more and more videos he had never seen. Though his experience with porno movies and magazines had grown in the past few months, this was the first time he ever saw such a massive collection in one place. Before long a bulge strained the crotch of his denim jeans.
He casually moved from aisle to aisle taking in all of the images, allowing his arousal to grow. He turned the corner to yet another section of videos before arriving in the novelties section. He met the two women he had seen before head on.
They simultaneously looked down at the growing erection in his jeans and giggled to each other. He felt himself blush, averted his eyes in embarrassment, quickly turned into an aisle of videos and headed for the register.
The register area was set a few feet higher than ground level of the rest of the shop. The counter itself had a glass front displaying a variety of lubes and other small sex novelties on a number of shelves. As Brent approached the man behind the counter the employee put down his magazine and greeted him with a polite smile.
"One of those, please." Brent said in a hushed voice as he pointed to a large bottle of lube on the top shelf of the display case.
The employee bagged the bottle and rung the total up as Brent fumbled money out of his wallet. He could hear the giggling women somewhere behind him. With the transaction completed, the employee slid an anonymous brown paper bag with the bottle of lube inside across the counter toward Brent.
"If you want, you can take care of that in the arcade." The employee said as he gestured to a hallway off to the side of the store near the magazine rack. The doorway had a purple frame with a pink neon "Arcade" sign above it. Beyond the black curtain looked like a dark hallway. Brent was confused, and met the man's eyes.
"What?" Brent mumbled.
The employee gestured to Brent's obvious hard on with a nod then pointed at the doorway.
"There, in the booths."
"Oh, okay. Thanks." Brent replied and headed toward the doorway. He was not quite sure what had just taken place. This was his first experience at an adult bookstore and was not prepared for sensory overload. Porn everywhere, women shopping for dildos, strangers browsing a variety of items for their personal fantasies. His mind raced as he walked under the Arcade sign, passed the curtain and into the darkness.
His eyes slowly adjusted to a dim light as he made several turns down a maze of hallways. He realized that the walls were lined with doors. Some closed, others opened. As he walked deeper inside he peeked behind one to see a small booth with a video screen secured to a wall. A single chair was set in the corner of the booth across from the screen. He quickly realized that these booths were for customers to relieve themselves. He instantly understood what the employee was obliquely referring to.
Brent walked to the end of the hallway and entered a booth in the back corner. He closed and latched the door behind him. Facing the video screen he noted a slot for dollar bills. He fed a five dollar bill into the machine and sat down in the chair as the screen blinked on.
A blonde woman with ample cleavage teased a man's dick to attention. Her tongue ran up his shaft and began to suck the head.
Brent relaxed and looked around the booth. It was no more than 5 feet by 5 feet wide. Small, but comfortable for a single person. The video screen was a 20 inch television set into the wall. To the right of it were a series of well worn buttons.
Brent pressed the buttons and another movie in progress began to play. A brunette with a bob haircut was riding a thick cock with her perfectly formed ass toward the camera. Again and again she lifted herself off the thick erection until only the tip was inserted and lowered herself until it disappeared inside her. She moaned and panted with every pump.
Brent leaned back into the chair and adjusted himself through his jeans. He sat watching the video in a trance for a few moments, tracing the outline of his own cock with his fingers
"Why not?" He thought to himself. He stood up, unzipped his pants and let them drop along with his boxers down to his ankles. He looked down at his throbbing 8 and ½ inch erection and tugged it to it's full length. He sat back down and began slowly stroking to the video on the screen.
As he slid his hand down to the base he reflected on the past few months. He and his best friend James had made a routine of meeting up and watching porn together. Not a single time did they go without stripping down and jacking off in front of each other to completion. The thought of getting off and watching his friend do the same made him rock hard.
He pumped his engorged cock slowly taking in the sex scene occurring on screen. A gasp on his left distracted him. It was then that he finally noticed the circular hole cut into the wall. He was at an angle that did not allow him to see through it but he knew someone was watching him. A length of blonde hair swept past the hole as light from the television screen illuminated the darkness next door.
Brent continued stroking his cock at a measured pace as he stared at the hole. He heard a moan and the sounds of movement but the hole remained unobstructed. The light from the television in the booth revealed that the person who gasped through the hole was no longer looking through it.
He slowly leaned forward and peered inside.
He saw the bodies of a couple pressed tightly together. The woman wore a black skirt and the other figure wore jeans. The second figure's hands slid up the thighs of the girl wearing the skirt hiking up the hem. Fingers curled under the thin fabric of her white cotton panties and pulled them down.
Brent let go of his throbbing cock and leaned further toward the hole to get a better look inside the neighboring booth. Though he could not see far up enough to see the faces of the couple, he got a clear view of the woman's breasts. She wore a tight pink tank top without a bra underneath. Brent noted how big they looked on her thin frame as she played with her nipples through the stretchy fabric. The second figure squeezed her ass under the skirt and Brent caught a scent of wet pussy.
Brent quickly leaned back in his chair as the couple shifted in their small booth. He guessed that they were passionately kissing from the smacking of lips and grunts. With his eyes alternating between the scene taking place on the video screen in front of him and the hole in the wall, he spread his legs and began playing with his smooth balls.
Before long Brent registered two fingers sliding around the edge of the hole. Looking through it he saw the red lips of the woman as she opened her mouth exposing the moist interior. Instinctively Brent stood up, faced the wall and fed his hard cock through. Inch by inch his thick shaft disappeared through the hole. A moment of panic filled his head as he realized just what he was doing before a wet mouth engulfed the engorged member.
He felt the length of his cock slide into the wetness of a mouth, the lips creating a seal around the throbbing shaft. A sucking sensation paired with a slippery tongue relaxed him instantly. Brent looked down at the base of his dick disappearing through the hole in the wall and fed the rest through until he was pressed tightly against it.
The lips broke contact and a hand pumped the slippery shaft. He felt fingers explore every inch. The wet mouth returned and took the length whole. Brent's eyes rolled back and he groaned.
This was his first experience having someone deep throat his entire 8 inches. He was in heaven. Fingers tugged on his heavy balls hanging on the other side of the wall and the sucking mouth slid from the base to the tip and back again. Pressed tightly against the hole he allowed his rod to be serviced by the expert cock sucker.
He imagined that the cocksucker was being fucked by her man. He envisioned her breasts being squeezed, her wet pussy stretching from his hard manhood sliding in and out of her. His thighs slapping her perfect ass with every thrust. With the image in his mind of this horny woman being serviced from behind while deepthroating his hard cock, Brent could delay it no longer.
He grunted and exploded into her mouth. She slid down to the base once again and pressed her lips against his groin. He felt the head of his cock pass down her flexing throat as she drained every drop of cum from his balls. He grunted and groaned until there was nothing left.
Just as quickly as it started, it was over. He heard the neighboring booth door open and close as he was still pressed against the hole. He slid himself out and sat back down. He breathed heavily reflecting on what just happened. The video on the screen blinked off and he was back in darkness. He pulled on his jeans, picked up the brown paper bag, it was time to go.
Part 2.
The red VW Golf was parked in the middle of the driveway. Brent rolled to a stop beside it. A quick look inside revealed nothing significant to give him an idea of who the owner was. A binder of CD's, some receipts stuffed into a cubby hole, a pack of gum on the passenger seat.
Brent leaned his bike against the porch and rang the bell. He looked back at the car thinking to himself who it might belong to. Before he could come up with an answer James answered the door and let Brent though.
