Sean's Perspective
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The events of the past half-hour played through Sean's mind like a dream, and as though viewing it from afar...
"Well...at least I feel a lot better." Sean thought to himself as he hurriedly stuffed his deflating cock into his pants. His wife, Emily, was four months pregnant and going through bouts of hormone-induced moodiness. She loved him a great deal, and would willingly do anything for her husband, but sometimes she just couldn't help but be in a funk. It had been nearly two weeks since he last got-off, and his right hand was becoming a boring partner. Out of frustration, and nothing else better to do, Sean decided to visit the local strip joint for a little inspiration. "No harm, no foul." He thought to himself...besides Emily was not the kind of girl who'd object to her man staring at some bouncing boobies...she wasn't that insecure. The last hour or so spent in the bar seemed pointless...the girls weren't that good looking, and the clientele seemed rougher and louder than he was comfortable with. Still, he needed to bust a nut, and the video booths at the bookstore next door seemed the best alternative available.
Sean didn't care much for these kinds of places, but he wasn't above recognizing they could serve a purpose. Grabbing some tokens, he head for the viewing booths in back. He took the first one that was empty and didn't seem like a complete garbage pit. Sean noticed the glory hole on the side wall, but didn't really care...it was closed-off anyway. Sean was no homophobe, and could care less if some troll wanted to watch...as long as it didn't involve anything from his end. The videos were nothing terrific...mostly grainy, and the color from the old monitor was pretty bad. He settled on one that would do, and started rubbing his needy crotch. The opening on the side wall opened...Sean was hoping it would stay closed...but revealed what seemed to be a well-built older guy stroking a nice-sized cock.
"If I'm going to have an audience, at least it isn't some old fat guy." Sean thought to himself. He had done the usual circle-jerk thing with buddies in junior-high, and got used to the stares in public showers...letting some anonymous dude watch him jerk wasn't any big deal...in fact, being watched added a little to his arousal. Mildly curious, he leaned forward to get a better view...finding his neighbor to be a decent looking guy. Sean wasn't into dudes, but he had ideas of what made a guy look good. The man was maybe late forties, muscled without being bulky, and judging from his arms and legs...hairy without being gross about it...probably kept things trimmed.
The scene on the video had actually become pretty hot, and Sean's erection grew uncomfortably in his pants. Not having witnessed another guy jerking-off since puberty, Sean couldn't keep his gaze from going back to the man next door. He had to admit, watching the other guy was at least a mild turn-on, but he wasn't sure about adding to the show. "Fuck it...I'm here to get off...if the other dude gets his nut looking at my shit...I could care less." Sean said with his inner-voice. He stood up, nervously dropped his pants, and sat down again to stroke his swollen tool. Sean was better equipped than most men, and he knew it. Certainly nothing to make him a porn star, but enough to draw admiring looks from men and women. His wife loved his size, and was one of the few women he met that didn't seem intimidated by it. Emily was a true cock-lover, and it made their marriage exciting...even though bedroom fun had cooled for now.
The man in the next booth seemed to appreciate what he saw, jerking himself with new enthusiasm as Sean's eyes darted from the TV and back to his neighbor. "I'm bigger...but not by much." Sean thought, looking at the other man and wondering why the idea had even occurred to him. After a few moments of mindless jerking, Sean noticed the man's finger tracing along the bottom of the opening. He knew what it meant, but decided that letting the guy watch was more than enough. The more Sean tried to focus on the video, the more he found himself staring at the guy in the next booth. He'd never really been in this situation before, and was surprised to find himself fascinated and excited by watching this guy beat his meat. "Damn, I need to get off." Sean's own voice reverberated in his head. But the distraction next door was making it hard to concentrate. "Ah shit...what the fuck." Sean said aloud in a hushed tone, rising from his chair and pressing his body against the plywood wall.
Sean couldn't believe he had just done this. His cock felt vulnerable as several seconds passed without anything happening. "Did I freak this dude out...did I do something wrong?" he thought to himself. He was nearly ready to back away when a somewhat rough and shaky hand gripped his aching pole. The grip was firm and immediately knew where to go...squeezing along his length and spreading precum around the sensitive head. Sean had been jerked by a fair number of women in his life, but none of them...not even his wife...seemed to know where, or how much pressure, to apply like this guy did. He was horned as hell, and moaned in gratitude as the unknown neighbor skillfully stroked his cock.
The hand job felt incredible, and Sean was content to let the pervert take him all the way. Suddenly, the grip changed and the young man felt the unmistakable texture of a slick tongue flicking the bottom edge of his cock. The other man's progress seemed hesitant, and his oral skills somewhat lacking, but the masculine neighbor soon had at least half of Sean's thick meat down his throat. What the guy seemingly lacked in experience, he made up for with enthusiasm, and Sean reveled in the mildly unexpected sensation. Blowjobs were nothing new, but getting one from a guy...much less in a seedy bookstore...was strange and exciting. It was completely anonymous...no names, no faces...just getting off, and it felt damn good.
Without even thinking, Sean heard himself giving commands to mystery man sucking hungrily on his turgid member. "Ah...fuck man...lick my nuts" Sean said in a low and demanding tone that surprised even him. The man complied; gently tugging Sean's shaved sack through the make-shift opening. The feeling was incredible as the man lapped and sucked with knowing care around the delicate orbs. Pressing his body against the wall was becoming uncomfortable, and Sean knew his release was building quickly.
"Show me that mouth, cocksucker" Sean demanded, pulling slowly away from the wall and wanting to see the manly lips that hungered for his load. Sean paused for just a second...something seemed vaguely familiar about the half-face that appeared before him, but he just couldn't place it. He smacked the willing participant's chin with his hard cock, and the man opened wide to accept him. "You want it...then fuck...I'm going to give it to you." Sean thought privately, before pushing his steel-hard cock into the waiting mouth. The man choked, as though not accustomed to doing this kind of thing, which only excited Sean even more. Sean started to fuck the half-visible face in front of him as thought it were a soft, warm pussy...thinking of his wife's warm folds as the tongue snaked around his aching prick. "Relax, man. Shit...my wife can take it deeper than that." Sean said involuntarily, regretting the words the minute he said them. Regardless, his need was building and the man on the other side of the wall did his best to follow orders. Sean's balls started to tingle, and the end was coming fast. The young man's load blasted into the older guy's mouth, causing him to choke and gag, but still taking as much of Sean's seed as he could manage.
The relief felt good, even if it was another dude that did the deed. Sean's need was satisfied, and he had no intention of reciprocating. It occurred to him it might be rude to just split, but he also didn't want to face whoever it was in the other booth. Offering a short "thanks", he stuffed himself back into his pants, and left the other guy to do whatever he had to do.
Sean replayed those last few moments in his mind while walking to the car, hardly believing he actually did it...but now reality had caught up with him, and regret started to take hold as his mind came back to the present...
"Shit...what a dumbass thing to do." I said to myself as my sticky cock slowly deflated inside my pants. "Emily would have done that for me...as soon as her mood shifted...there was no reason to go looking for something else." I berated myself, realizing that I hadn't gone out looking for a blowjob, it just sort-of...happened.
I still didn't want to encounter my "helper" in the open, so I jumped in the car and took-off around the back of the lot, moving between the big trucks. Then, a lump built in my throat so forcefully, that I thought I couldn't breathe. Jake's truck...sitting in the back, between some big rigs...it was my father-in-law's truck. Shit...I know he wasn't in the bar...hell, I would have bought him a beer...he had to be in the bookstore. "Fuck...oh god, fuck...what I could see of that dude through the flickering light seemed familiar...oh shit, no...please, no." I kept mumbling to myself while pounding the steering wheel.
