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This is the longest story so far. As with all my stories, it is a recollection of true events from my life as an over-sexed, bisexual male. Picking up where Chapter 4 left off.
Over the next several months I checked out a few other local arcades. After some successes and a few failures, I wound up with a nice network of four places that I considered acceptable based on things like location, cleanliness, security and setup. The most important single criteria though was that there was action.
One of these places was on what is called Dixie Highway, which is the direct route from Louisville to the US Army base, Fort Knox. This place was up on the Louisville end, and was part of a motel. The motel itself probably dated to the 1950's when Dixie Highway was a primary north-south route.
By this time though it had turned into not only a motel for hookups, but also a bookstore and arcade in the part of the building where the office would have been. I never checked out the rooms, but heard stories of people, male and female, leaving the curtains open while they fucked and stuff like that. It was a long, horseshoe shaped layout and I was never comfortable just strolling back into what looked like a place one could get trapped.
The arcade was pretty good, with about ten booths arranged in a semi-circle on the other side of a wall behind the counter. Booths one and two had what was probably the largest gloryhole in town. You could easily get your hand through the hole while sucking someone to play with his balls and even his ass.
There was also a small theater in the arcade area. At this point in time, I still wasn't comfortable with being in the same room as the other person, so I didn't have much interest in the theater. One day when business was slow, I did step in and check it out when I knew I was alone. This one wasn't particularly well laid out, but I did get a little excited wondering what kind sex went on in this room for everyone else to see.
The fourth place was in the city of Louisville going towards downtown on the corner of Hill Street and 7th Street. The most interesting thing about this place was there were absolutely no markings on the outside telling anyone what it was. It was in an old building with the door on the corner.
The arcade was behind a wall on the right with the entrance about halfway down. It was directly across from the counter. The booths were in a straight line. There were about twelve to fifteen of them and most had glory holes. I never figured out why, but this place was particularly good on Sunday mornings, with lots of guys looking to get sucked. I spent many Sunday mornings there, sucking as many cocks as I could.
Between these two, the one I called Number Two in the last chapter, and my original place I had options if action was slow at one, or I happened to be in the area of another. The total distance between all four of them was less than thirty minutes and there were times when I hit all four in the same day.
While the other three were acceptable, I was always drawn back to the original. As I've said before, it was comfortable to me. So, it was when I was there one night that I had another first-time experience. It wound up being two first-time experiences in one night.
I'm not sure if this is true of everyone who frequents arcades, but along with having a favorite establishment, I even had a favorite booth. There wasn't any logical reason I favored one booth over the others, other than I was comfortable when I was in that booth.
On this night, my favorite booth was occupied, as was the one next to it and the three on the opposite side of the hall. Busy night. This meant I had to go across the store to the other hallway, a place I rarely went. I found a booth and started my usual routine of getting out of my pants to be comfortable.
As soon as I sat down and began stroking my cock, I noticed movement through the hole. The booth wasn't occupied when I went into mine, so he must have entered right after I did.
There was a lot of rustling around over there and I leaned in for a peek. The guy was getting completely naked. While I wasn't far behind, having only my shirt on, I was instantly rock hard at the site of a fully naked man right in front of me.
With me still peering through the hole he did the finger thing. I stood up and slid my cock through. He didn't even wait for me to get it completely through the hole before he started licking and sucking on the head. Like most arcade professionals, this guy was very good.
Since I had just arrived, I was in no hurry to get off and hoped to enjoy a little back and forth with this guy. The glimpse I had gotten of his cock let me know he was cut, (which I prefer), and probably about six inches plus when hard.
After a while I tried to pull back so I could signal him that I wanted to suck, but he was having none of that. When I attempted to pull away, he clamped down hard with his lips.
After what must have been about ten to fifteen minutes, which is an eternity in most of these situations, he let go with his mouth. I instantly tried to pull back, but he grabbed my cock with his hand and started stroking it. I know sometimes in a marathon sucking session my jaw will just get tired and need a break, so I thought that might be what was happening for him.
I could hear more rustling around, but he continued to stroke me. Then I felt something cool and wet on my cock while he stroked.
The next feeling was what I thought were his lips on the head. I still couldn't figure out the cool, wet feeling but at this point it didn't matter as long he went back to sucking.
