I was 18 when I sucked my first cock. A trip to the local adult bookstore had ended with me blowing the owner. This was already told in a previous story, The Book and Video, if you're interested. After a rather shameful departure on my first visit I did manage to make it back for another round, with much better results.
After those first few visits, I really grew to love sucking cock there. I would try to make it down there whenever the opportunity arose. My parents traveled quite a bit, so I was often left on my own to do as I pleased.
The day started off as usual while my parents were away, me in a pair of pantyhose lifted from the laundry. I was addicted to wearing them, I absolutely loved the way they felt. I woke up excites as I knew I was heading to the ABS that morning, it was 7 am, they didn't open until 10, so I had a couple hours to kill. I had some breakfast and showered, while I was drying myself off I threw in a porno.
I had built up a small collection of VHS tapes from my previous visits to Charlton Book and Video, all compilation tapes, they were the cheapest ones, perfect for my limited budget. Two guys were fucking on the screen as I toweled off. I thought to myself I should try taking a cock in my ass sometime. I was definitely intrigued by the idea of getting fucked, but, for now I was happy to suck dick.
All dried off, I slipped back into my pantyhose and settled back in bed to watch the fuck scenes play out on the television. Scene after scene played out, my hand running over my hose covered cock. I wanted to jerk off so badly, but I knew the shame I felt after cumming would not be conducive to the plans I had for today.
I was getting antsy, the clock could not move fast enough for me, finally 9:30 rolled around. I got out of bed and threw on my street clothes, just a pair of jeans over my pantyhose and a t-shirt. A guy on the TV took a huge blast of cum to his face as I switched it off. That would be me, hopefully, in just a little while. I grabbed a handful of quarters form the change jar, locked everything up and headed out.
I made the short drive over, pulling into the lot and driving around to the back of the building. Even though my parents were out of town, I still knew people and they knew what I drove. I was always cautious of that, so I did my best to keep my car as hidden as possible. As I walked around to the front entrance, the neon "OPEN" sign lit up. I walked in, wondering who was behind the register today. The doorbell chimed softly as I entered.
"Great, gonna be one of those..." The owner started to say, as he turned to see me. "Hey kid. Parents out of town again?"
I wasn't a big fan of being called kid, I was 18! While we had chatted before, at least enough to know the reason I was down here as often as I was, our names had never been said. So "kid" was what it was.
