About a month has passed since my trip to the adult arcade, where I gave my first blowjob, and received my first...mind blowing, body spasming...blowjob, and I haven't had the nerve to even consider going back. It was a terrifying enough experience leading up to my first visit, and when I finally got up the nerve to go, what happens? I run into Jon McSwiggin, the man who owns a coffee shop in my small hometown.
I've been to his coffee shop a million times, all of my friends back in high school used to hang out there because it was the "coolest" place our town had. It was a natural attraction for small town kids who wanted to put on airs of being cool and worldly to congregate. We'd sip our mocha frappe lattes and hang out or do homework and stuff like that. Jon wasn't much older than us, having bought the coffee shop with inheritance money or something of the like, I don't really know the details; but I think the fact that he could still relate to us and a need for somewhere to hang out, he never had a problem with so many kids gathering in the evenings, he always said he was glad we had a place to be and we weren't out making trouble; and the fact that he was pretty good looking did wonders for the dreamy eyes girls...and a few guys as well; well, me for one, I'm not sure about any others. He was older than us, not what you'd call a daddy figure, more like an older cousin I guess you could say, and I definitely had a crush on him back then.
There were several times after the arcade visit that I drove by the coffee shop and considered going in, just to gauge his reaction and see if maybe he actually did recognize me from the arcade, but I chickened out every time.
The fact still remains that someone who knows my parents had not only seen me in the arcade, but had known I sucked a dick through a gloryhole and then had sucked my dick in front of several other men. I still had his number saved in my phone as "Mr Peters" like he told me too, even though I doubt I will ever use it. I don't even know why I listened to him and saved it just because he told me to. I don't know whether he recognized me in the badly lit room, but I didn't see any chances of me using it to give him a ring. Could you imagine?
"Hey, Jon...I mean Mr Peters, you gave me a really awesome blowjob and I thought I'd pop by the coffee shop and get another!"
Yeah, as if.
So aside from a few jack off sessions imagining having done just that, I put "Mr Peters" and his phone number out of my mind.
It was another few weeks after contemplating going to the coffee shop before I got my nerve up for a return trip to the arcade. I'd spend many nights dreaming about it and waking up with a raging dick and I knew it wouldn't be long before I ventured back there.
I wasn't as nervous as I drove into the parking lot this time. I was more filled with a thrill of doing something dirty than a fear of being caught, but then I realized that the fear of getting caught was also playing into the thrill I was feeling. Whatever the reason was, I only knew I needed to have another dick in my mouth. Or two. And now images of guys lined up and me sucking every dick in the place started flowing through my hormonal mind and my dick was fully hard when I reached the front door.
I still rushed in, avoiding the lights over the door as quickly as I could. I still had all the tokens I had bought the last time, so after the same spiel from the attendant (a different one this time) I told him I would get tokens from the machine inside. I got a reminder about no loitering and went on through the curtain into the dark back room.
There weren't as many men leaning on the walls this time, just two that I could see, and it looked like one was squeezed into the dark corner where my blowjob took place. There also wasn't anyone fucking in the back aisle...I checked...so I just walked around the booths scoping out who all was there and went into a booth on one end where I noticed right away that there wasn't a hole in the wall of this one. That was okay with me, the guys in the hallway weren't appealing, so I fed the machine a few tokens and the screen came on.
There wasn't a big tittied lady getting fucked this time, instead there were two guys on the screen; one kneeling doggy style while the other was behind him with his face in his ass crack, then the scene zoomed in and I could see the guy was licking his asshole. The thrill of seeing this made my dick twinge. I didn't know a lot about gay sex; blowjobs and fucking, sure, but anything else was completely new to me. I'd never even watched gay porn on my laptop because I was terrified my parents would find it in the browser history. Watching the guy getting licked and seeing the look on his face, it was obvious it felt good. I wondered what it would be like to have someone lick my asshole like that, and images of Jon's face buried in my ass started filtering through my head.
