I once heard a radio DJ say that if someone is awake at about 2:30 a.m. midweek, it's "stupid early" or "stupid late." I was up stupid late. I had gone out to dinner with the family of a friend of mine. Someone's birthday or graduation or new haircut; I don't remember why. Dinner lasted late, but I needed to go somewhere to unwind a bit afterwards. I went to a good coffee shop I knew of and had a few too many cups of legal speed. By the time I thought I should begin the long trek home, I was riding a strong caffeine high. If I had an IV of caffeine it would have been the same feeling.
My drive home would be about 6 boring hours. On drives like this, my mind really begins to wander. It didn't take me long to start thinking about this girl in my college psychology class. She has dark olive skin and a tendency to wear shirts that show very much cleavage and upper body skin. I started imagining her riding me, those dark legs wrapped around me. The thought of just taking my dick out of my pants and jerking off was appealing. It was late at night, on a dark stretch of highway. Who would notice? But I wasn't feeling that adventurous, so I just lightly rubbed myself through my shorts and enjoyed the feeling of a nice, hard dick.
After driving a while, my hands concentrating on gripping the wheel, I started thinking about taking a break. I knew the route I was taking would put me near a good sex store that was open 24 hours. I started thinking about how my magazine collection was getting a little old, so I thought I'd go get one or two. Even though this store was clean and respectable, I always got a little nervous about going in. What if I ran into someone I know? What if my hard-on gets too obvious? But the reward is worth the petty risks.
I walked in and noticed two or three other people milling around. I looked at some of the displays, thinking that a bottle of scented lotion would feel really good, or that a vibrating pussy might be a good investment. I wandered to the part of the store that held the private video rooms. The wall that held the boxes of the tapes didn't have anything that interesting, but then, how can anyone tell anything from a porno movie by the box? I went to the magazine section.
As I walked, I noticed this other guy. Now, I've never done anything sexual with another guy, but I have had a few fleeting thoughts about it. I even had cybersex with a guy one night...after a few drinks. This guy made me think twice about it. He must have been my age, about 22. He was wearing a tight tank top, an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, and loose shorts. He wasn't bulky muscular, but was still in damn good shape. I'm in good shape, but not quite like him. We just kind of glanced at each other, acknowledging each other's existence.
We both thumbed through some of the magazines. I usually look through quite a few before I decide on one or two to buy. A comic in one caught me a bit off-guard, and I laughed out loud at it.
"What tickled your fancy there?" the guy in the Hawaiian shirt asked.
"Just this cartoon," I replied, and showed him the page. He got a good chuckle out of it.
"Yeah, that's pretty funny. Some of the cartoons in these mags are better than the ones in the paper."
"That's true."
I put that one back and started thumbing through another one. He walked to the other side of the rack. I looked at his face, and he quickly took his eyes from me and grabbed a book from his rack. I grinned inside. I pretended to be deeply interested in the one in my hands, but I was really looking at him. I caught him stealing looks at me. I think HE caught ME, because he got a smirk on his face, and picked up a bi-guy's magazine, holding it in a way that I could see the whole cover. I was really turned on by this time; almost more than I care to admit. So turned on that I decided to go into a private video booth and get some relief.
I slowly walked into the dimly-lit room with the booths, and began looking for a booth. On the drive down, I had crossed a bridge, and got $18 worth of $1 dollar bills when I paid the toll with a $20, so I had plenty of singles to feed into the machine. I turned a corner and saw the same guy from the magazine rack. We smiled at each other for a moment, almost like we were waiting for the other to make the first move. He looked around, saw an unoccupied booth, then looked at me, motioned his head to the booth, and looked back at me. I just smiled and walked into the booth, with him following me. He latched the door locked behind him. I fed a few bucks in and let the machine process them.
"My name's Brian," he said quietly and held out his hand.
"Alexander." I shook his hand as he sat down.
We watched the videos for a minute or two, no talking or anything. I was barely paying attention to the videos, but my cock was really straining against my shorts. I felt good, but I was very excited to think about what would happen, how far I would let myself go.
Brian began lightly rubbing his cock through his shorts. I had to quickly take into account the situation: I was in a locked video room, with an extremely well-built guy rubbing himself, with some steamy pornos going on. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the situation. I let my hand slide down to my own hard dick. I looked over at Brian, and he smiled at me.
"Hey, I'm gettin' pretty horny here. You uh...would you mind if I...you know, took it out?" he asked tentatively.
My heart was ready to leap out of my chest. "If you don't mind if I do," I replied.
