Until a few years ago, I'd never had a man to man encounter, but plenty of fantasies. I finally tried it, getting together with men I'd met in online chat rooms. I'm married, and have been for nearly fifteen years, with no intention of getting a divorce. So, beyond just fulfilling my sexual desires, I needed any meeting to be discreet, safe, and for my partner to have a place for it to happen.
The experiences I did have were limited to three men, with none of the short relationships overlapping. Sex was simple and straight-forward, with the major thrill coming from the taboo of being with another male. The way things worked out, the other man always became the dominate partner. Of course, I was instrumental in making that happen. My big fantasy from the start was being a bottom for a hot top.
After it became reality, I found it enjoyable being used by another man for his pleasure. I insisted, however, a condom and lubricant always be used for anal penetration to avoid disease and pain.
My last relationship ended in January. Like the two liaisons before, our meetings seemed to dwindle until they just ceased altogether. A big reason for it happening I realized was me. The newness in each of the relationships had worn off and sex seemed mechanical.
Driving by an adult video store this summer on a hot Thursday afternoon, I decided on a whim to check it out. I thought it might be interesting. My previous visit to one was long ago in a different city.
My expectation, however, was not much had changed in a triple-X shop since then and now, other than DVD's replacing video tapes. Pulling into the parking lot, I noticed there were quite a few parked cars.
As I stepped through the door, a white patron standing in front of a nearby rack of adult magazines looked my way to check me out. I'm less than six feet tall, slender, with nice legs, a well-rounded butt, and very little body hair. I have blonde hair, cut slightly long. Dressed for the heat, I had on a tee-shirt, cut-off jean shorts, and sandals. I wasn't wearing underwear.
The man giving me the once-over with his eyes was in great physical shape, his tee-shirt stretched across his broad chest, highlighting his muscular build. He had on long jeans and boots. Good looking with a tan, I guessed him to be in his mid-thirties and an outdoor construction worker.
A grubby little dark-skinned man working behind the store's counter was evaluating me, too. He had scraggly dark hair, needed a shave, and had a protruding belly paunch. He had a hairy look. I figured him to be middle-Eastern and close to fifty years old.
Approaching the counter I asked, "Do I get tokens here or inside the movie viewing area?"
"You buy a minimum dollar amount here. Once inside, you can put money in the booth machines." I noticed after giving him money I would be getting some coupons rather than tokens. That was something new since my last video store foray. While he was ringing up the cash register, I looked down at an open magazine on the counter top he'd been reading when I came in. The pages had the naked pictures of two male hunks, each with their pubic hair shaved off. One was on his knees, sucking the other guy's hard cock.
"Enjoy," the counter man said with a leer, handing over my change and the coupons.
Heading to the movie viewing area, I knew both men were watching me walk away. I took my time, making sure they got a good look at the moving cheeks of my rounded ass. In a perverse thought, I hoped it had the grubby middle-Eastern counter man drooling.
Going from the main portion of the adult video store into the movie section was an immediate transition from light to dark. A dim-lit corridor ran between booths laid out in a maze. A red light glowed on one of the front booths with the door shut, indicating it was occupied. The sound of moans from a film playing inside the closed booth was clearly audible.
Mid-way into the movie section, the corridor became a square juncture, branching off in two directions to split twice more in opposite ways on either side. Within the juncture, three shadowy white men were clumped together, chatting while eyeing me sauntering toward them.
Two of the men were older than me, the other younger. I judged him to be in his early twenties. They had different body types, but all had average builds. As I came close, they gave me a nod in greeting. The younger also smiled, saying, "Hi." I returned his greeting while nodding back at the others. The three of them had a hand to their crotch, rubbing a bulge from their cock beneath the pants material. With the tenting of his baggy shorts, it was clear the twenty-something man had a huge hard-on.
Being curious, however, I passed them by, moving into the darkened corridor on my right. There was a booth to the left, door closed, with the red light on to show it was occupied. Making an inverted L to the right, I came to a viewing booth isolated by the corridor's lay-out. The red light was on, but instead of being closed, the booth door stood open.
Peering into the cubicle illuminated by the flickering light of a wall-mounted television, a skinny white man was sitting on a wall bench with his pants undone, watching a fuck movie, and jacking off. He looked at me and smiled, inviting me to join him with a gesture of his free hand.
I shook my head no. I still wanted to explore the place. I retraced my steps half-way back down the corridor to take a split-off I'd bypassed earlier.
Again, I came to an occupied booth with the door open. Inside, an older white Daddy-type sat on a wall bench having his stiff cock sucked by a young white man down on his knees. Unable to see it in the murky light, I could only imagine how filthy the floor had to be. Looking up at me, the older white man getting a blow job grinned, giving me a wink. I stood in place, planning to watch for a few minutes. I was a turn-on, seeing the cocksucker's head bobbing up and down, leaving a glistening sheen of saliva on the bench-sitter's cock. Suddenly, without warning, I felt someone touching me from behind in the near-dark, rubbing and squeezing my ass with one hand, while craning to look past me into the booth.
At first, I stiffened from the surprise contact, but relaxed as I got into the hot sight and slurping sounds of the man-to-man action. In back of me, the man quit playing with my butt and I could hear the sound of a zipper being opened. Almost immediately afterward, he pressed into me and I could feel the thick length of his hard cock grinding against my jean-covered butt. "Want to caress that nasty cock, baby," he whispered. "Reach back."
