This is a true story....
I couldn't get my trip to the video booths out of my head. I jacked off so many times thinking about my cock in that guy's mouth. The guy I never saw--he could have been any color, any age. Shit, he could have been my neighbor! Not too long after going home, I regretted being too chicken to return the guy's favor by blowing him. I was just too freaked. I got so hot and hard thinking about the possibilities.
I imagined being on the other end, taking care of cocks, not having to worry about being in some park, exchanging phone numbers and all of the other madness married guys have to go through to get the urge satisfied. Still, I was also freaked about the other possibilities: Were those places safe? Don't the cops know what's going on? If I can't see the guy, how would I know if he was clean? What if he had sores all over him except for the part in my mouth? All good reasons to stay away! I didn't.
Within a short time of getting my first blow job, I was back at the booths. I had tokens left over, brought my coupon for extra tokens, and dropped another $5 spot. I had in my hands big, gold coins that would have lasted over an hour. I was on my way.
I did the "who's here" kind of thing. I quickly learned to just stand long enough not to commit to a booth, but short enough for the cashier not to yell something from the counter. I was so impressed with how fast I picked this stuff up (so kidding!)
A nice looking guy was there. He looked young--in his young 20's. He walked the aisle twice. We made eye contact and that was enough for me. I dove into a booth. I moved the chair so I could stand, and placed a gold token in. I quickly went through channels like a kid with ADHD. I found a great tranny video. I love those. They make me feel less guilty--a woman with a cock. My two favorites. Nobody went into the next booth. I was bummed.