It was six months after my eighteenth birthday when I went to an adult bookstore for the first time; I'd wanted to go after I turned eighteen, but had always been too nervous. Being shy and a bit of a loner all through high school -- even though I'd had a girlfriend -- I'd yet to have sex, and since I was getting bored with just my hand to get me off, the chance of seeing some real porn was a thought that really turned me on.
After parking in an area behind the bookstore and getting out of my car, I found my heart pounding with anticipation, but I was also scared to go inside, so I stood looking at the backdoor to the building -- there was a large sign on the door that read "Must be 18 to enter. We check ID." -- trying to get up the nerve
Finally I pushed the door open and walked inside. There were racks of magazines against the walls -- the covers showed women on their knees sucking cock or on their hands and knees getting fucked by a big dick. As I walked further into the store -- with my head down -- I saw the guy behind the counter look up.
"Hey, buddy." I was hoping he wasn't talking to me, "Hey, man." I looked up and saw that he was looking right at me as he spoke.
"Yeah." My voice was weak and my mouth dry.
"You have ID?" He asked.
I knew I didn't look eighteen -- people made comments all the time implying I was really young looking -- I even had someone tell me a few months earlier that I looked like I was fifteen. My ex-girlfriend would always tell me that I'd appreciate my young looks when I got older, but it was moments like this that made me wish I was bigger and older looking now.
I pulled out my wallet as I approached the counter -- too nervous to say anything else -- and took out my license and handed it to the guy behind the counter. He looked at the license and then back at me.
"Ok man," he said as he handed me back my license, "gay magazines are over there in the far corner and you can buy tokens from me if you want to jack off to some gay porn in one of our fine video booths." He smiled as he said it.
"I'm...I'm...not gay." I couldn't believe how nervous I was.
"Just fucking with ya man," he laughed, "but you look really young, so" he leaned over the counter and whispered, "be careful, these guys in here," he pointed to the other guys in the store, "will eat a young looking dude like you alive. But otherwise, have fun." He laughed again as I walked away from the counter.
The bookstore was full of older guys, but I didn't really understand what he was talking about when he said, "...eat a young looking dude like you alive." So I just walk around looking at different magazines keeping an eye on the other guys in the store.
It was as I walked around the store that I came across the gay section in the back -- just as the guy at the counter had said -- with shelves arranged in such a way that it was more of a private section all to itself. As I walked by looking at the straight magazines, I looked over and could make out covers with guys on their knees sucking other guys or on their hands and knees getting fucked; like the straight magazines, but with two guys.
I kept glancing over to the gay section and found myself wanting to look at the magazines -- I knew I was just curious, as I'd never found myself attracted to guys -- and looked around and saw that the guy at the counter was selling something to a customer, so I walked into the gay area.
My heart was beating hard -- I almost felt like I was doing something wrong -- when I saw a magazine called "Younger Male for Older Male" and had to pick it up and take a look at it. The cover had a young guy -- about my age -- on his knees in front of an older guy -- looked to be my dad's age -- and the older guy was holding his head with both hands as the young guy was sucking his dick.
My cock grew immediately -- which was really confusing -- and with my heart racing in my chest, I opened the magazine. Pictorials followed with the same young guy sucking the same older guy and then I turned to a page that showed several pictures of the older guy cumming as the younger guy -- still on his knees -- had his mouth open.
As I stood there trying to understand why this was turning me on, I realized that another guy entered the area and I froze with the magazine in my hand. The other guy browsed at some of the magazines and then moved behind me, I assumed to get past to where some other magazines and books were on the shelves to my right -- the shelves were spaced very close together and there wasn't a lot of room for two customers in the area --and as the guy moved past me, he touched my ass.
At first I figured he didn't have enough room to get past, but even then he kept his hand on my ass; even rubbing it gently. Not knowing exactly what to do, I stood there hoping he would stop, but then he moved his hand around to the front and was rubbing my hard dick through my pants. I moved a little to my left, but he followed and kept his hand on my dick, then leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"I'd love to see you in a similar position," he pointed to the magazine in my hand, "on your knees with my dick in your mouth." I felt my heart pounding in my chest as he spoke.
I wanted to run but felt trapped -- by my now throbbing dick in my pants, my own shyness and the fact that I was standing there holding a gay magazine -- and I didn't feel in control of the situation.
"Oh..." Was all I could manage to say.
"Follow me to the video booths in the back," he was still whispering in my ear, "and let me feed you something nasty." He laughed after he said it.
"I don't know," I said as he still rubbed my dick (this is insane, why won't he leave me alone), "I don't think I can."
"You say no, but what is your cock saying?" He was breathing heavy in my ear as he spoke and although I didn't want to do this, I did kind of like the attention of his hand.
