I do certainly miss adult bookstores. Sure there a few left around but nothing like the 80s and 90s. They are gone for a lot of reasons but alas they are gone. Walking into the store you were immediately visually assailed by the array of lingerie, toys, and videos. Initially they were expensive VHS tapes but then they transitioned to DVDs and the price came down. Walking deeper into the store you saw a door that led to the peep booths, preview booths, arcade, or whatever name that particularly business used. Behind that door lay the real allure of the location, an opportunity for anonymous male on male sex. Speaking of "Behind the Door, does anyone remember Marilyn Chambers in "Behind the Green Door"? What a movie!
Paying your fee, you walked through the door into a darkness that hid all kinds of adventure. I truly do miss that. Many fond memories were created behind that door. Here is the story of one afternoon.
It was right at lunch hour, and I had a couple of free hours before my next meeting, so I drove to a nice little store that I had frequented on several trips into this city. Ignoring the merchandise, I went straight to the video section. At that store you selected a VHS video that you wanted to see, took it to the counter and paid a rental fee. The attendant selected a booth and plugged your video into a machine connected to that booth. You were then buzzed through the door and went to your booth to watch the movie. I selected something with men on men and paid my fee. I was assigned booth 11, halfway down on the left. I walked through the door and exactly what I was hoping for. Nearly every booth was rented. Several doors were closed and probably occupied by shy young married men. A few more doors were open with the occupant watching the movie while he masturbated, inviting an audience. The last few booths were occupied by men standing in or just outside the door, most groping their crotches as I walked by. Some looked interesting while a couple were the usual trolls. The hallway was surprisingly well lit considering but it did mean you could see and be seen.
I entered booth 11 just as the television flickered to life. I closed my door and quickly stripped naked. Neatly folding my clothes on the chair. The top of each booth was wire fencing so sounds carried easily. The tv was behind a plexiglass wall to prevent vandalism.
As my movie started the sound was extremely loud, but I had no way to address it. I was annoyed but stuck, so I begin to gently massage my penis, working for an erection. I have a thick, circumcised 7-inch-long penis with a large head and a slight downward curve at full staff. I'm six foot tall, 190 pounds and exercise daily so I'm in good shape. It was only a minute or so and someone was pounding on my door. I ignored it until he announced he was the manager. At that I opened the door to see the Black counter attendant standing there with a remote to turn the volume down. I noticed behind him that several men were trying to peer over his shoulder to see what they could see. Showtime started then.
I stepped aside as the attendant grinned and lowered the volume. I never stopped stroking my swelling cock as I looked out in the hallway. He told me to have fun and turned and left. I stepped into the doorway and leaned against the frame, making eye contact with everyone in the room, one man at a time. I was fishing now. When naked in a store I never leave the immediate area of the booth door, as it would be of considerable inconvenience if someone chose to steal my clothes. If I'm in a cinema, I carry a small tote bag and fold them inside, which I then kneel on while pleasing others.
It was only a few minutes before a man in his late 40s, dressed in business slacks and shirt, stepped up to me and motioned inside the booth. I stepped in in front of him and closed the door behind us, He didn't want an audience. Slightly disappointed I faced him and knew what he desired. I dropped to my knees on the sticky floor and quickly undid his belt, button, and zipper. Tugging his khakis down I kissed the swelling member in his jockey shorts. Sensing he wasn't interested in long slow fun; I hooked my thumbs in his waistband and pulled the shorts down also. Where I was shaved (rare in those days and instantly giving me away as a sissy faggot) he had a thick patch of tangled black public hair.
Wrapping my fingers around his shaft I slowly started stroking while flicking my tongue back and forth across my head. He responded with a groan, and I proceeded with my ministrations. Keeping this up for just a minute or so, I closed my lips around the head and massaged the head. His moans let me know that he was probably as erect as he was going to get. I stopped with the lip massage and dragged my tongue up and down the bottom of the shaft from the tip to the balls. And then back bathing his shaft with my tongue. On my third trip down his shaft, I took his balls into my mouth and swirled them around. At that he grabbed my head and pulled on my hair.
