This was my second visit to the ABS. My first one had gone off the rails. I got very drunk to get the courage and ended up in the scuzzy part of downtown at "Kitty Cat Video." I stumbled down the dark hallway very wasted and this Asian guy coaxed me into his booth and asked me bum fuck him.
At 21, this was my first visit to an adult book store and I was in over my head. I followed him into "his," booth (there were no glory holes at this ABS, which is what I wanted) and he blew me for a short minute and then stood up, facing me. Being so drunk, I was an easy target. He began tongue kissing me and suckling on my neck after he fished out my cock and held it like a garden hose. Oddly, he reeked of cheap perfume and he was wearing back panties and stockings which wasn't my scene so to speak. He rubbed the heads of our cocks together while I leaned on his shoulder holding myself steady. We both watched him manipulate the heads of our cocks in unison. It all happened so fast, I just kind of went with it. If I was sober I never would have had the nerve to end up with him naked.
He turned his back to me and put his left leg up on the bench. He held my head from behind and kissed me deep and aggressively. I wanted to spit up, I had never wanted to kiss a man and here I was making out with the guy like we were girlfriend and boyfriend. I felt like the drunk girl at the party even though he smelled like a cheap French whore. I ended being the one that dipped my cock into his brown rose.
As he leaned back on my cock, I did him a solid and gave him a reach around. I clutched his shaved, semi hard cock. He was small but it was the first cock I had ever touched and that's all I had really wanted. Being so drunk, I'm sure I wasn't delicate with him but I recall touching his tiny nut sack and being thrilled I had finally done what I came for.
He angled his ass at me and he managed to clumsily get my cock inside him and I went off. I fucked his ass for about 45 seconds before I filled the condom with my big jism shot. I pulled out and he ripped the rubber off my cock, and, no word of a lie, he sucked my cum out of the plastic sheath. I was grossed out at the time, the condom had just been in his tight, dirty bum chute. I fantasize about that today. I've never had someone do that since.
He stuffed his phone number in my pocket, groping my cock one last time. As soon as I got out of there, I tossed the number and went home feeling guilty and cheap. I had one wicked hangover on Monday morning. I was embarrassed that I only lasted such a short time and I didn't get the leisure of what the ABS and glory holes had to offer. It was almost too intense for what I wanted to experience.
I was wanting to explore orally and maybe get groped, maybe do some groping and here I had ass fucked some random guy. It felt used. He only wanted my fuck stick and then tossed me aside for the next young buck that he set his eyes on. Having said this, I couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities and the smut. That experience had me jacking off for months, wondering?
Several months later, I mustered up the courage and drove to the store simply called "Adult Video Rental" on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I parked out back and made my entrance through the "backdoor," as one would do at an adult book store.
I didn't waste any time browsing, I got my tokens and entered the area behind the curtain. It reeked like bleach, covering the discarded smell of sex, I imagined. It made it all the more hot and filthy.
I fumbled around in the darkness. There a were a few men, of all shapes and sizes. Homely looking men, sharply dressed, clean cut, old, young and everything in between. All lurking in the shadows. One of the pervs winked at me, licking his lips and touching his crotch at the same time, he was not my type. Another sized me up and then passed by, I guess I wasn't his type?
Out of the shadows a husky guy with a burly beard stepped forward, blocking my way behind me. I almost panicked, until I noticed this guy had his cock and out of his zipper and was molesting himself slowly. I had a good long look at his meaty cock, we made eye contact and just like that, he was gone, back into the shadows of the dark hallway.
I found the third booth on the left. I stepped inside and tried to lock the door but the latch was broken, "fuck!" It must have been why it was empty. I wasn't about to go out there again. I closed the door and leaned against it to keep it shut. I was too shy to go back and lurk. It's hilarious now that I think about it. Everyone goes there for the same reason, yet no one talks and there is this weird vibe where no one seems to be there for anything? Except they are, man sex or man head, some givers, some receivers, I was there to be a giver on that day.
The silence in my booth was deafening and I was afraid to make a sound. It was almost total darkness inside except for the flashes of light coming through the holes on either side of the walls. The holes! That's what I had come for!
I likely wouldn't have even noticed the holes if it hadn't been for the light flickering from the adjacent booth. I peered into the booth next to me and saw an eye ball staring back at me. I stepped back, I was not expecting to see someone. As I stepped away from the door, it opened, slightly and I decided I'd have to live with the door open a crack.
I placed five dollars' worth of tokens into the slot, each token making a definitive sound as I inserted it and screen popped on. Suddenly, there was an egregiously loud sound from my booth. It was so fucking loud. No more silence. Just porn, the unmistakable sound of loud porn, the soundtrack of people fucking. Screaming and panting and hollering from the TV in my booth.
I had no idea how to turn the volume down so the porn just played, some white trashy slut screaming out a fake orgasm, with the volume on 10. I was so embarrassed, it was obviously my first time, or almost first time but it was no longer a lazy Sunday. I was so tense.
Once I got my bearings on the knobs, I frantically turned the volume down. There were two green arrow buttons, one read up, the other down. As I caught my breath and began to relax a little in the safety of my four walls, I flipped through a dozen channels, most of them gay porno.
I flipped by tranny porn, straight porn and eventually landed on a MMF scene which I recognized as an old bisexual porn series called "Switch Hitters." I was familiar with this feature film. The light from my screen allowed my eyes to adjust.
Inside the booth was a small bench with a red vinyl cover that was torn and tattered. A screen of course and a small garbage can full of used white tissues. My shoes stuck to the floor and there was a dollop of cum and sperm droplets near the wall. I found myself enamored with the fresh cum shot, knowing that some anonymous man just blew his wad minutes before I entered. I wondered if it would still be warm. My shoes stuck to the floor again as I made myself more comfortable.
Settling in, I unzipped my pants and my already rock hard cock sprung loose. I had gone commando today, feeling it was appropriate for the situation.
As the screen lit up the dark booth, two fingers appeared in the hole, delicately dancing along the rim. I wasn't 100% sure what that meant but I figured it must have been some kind of signal. I wasn't up to speed on glory hole etiquette, so I did nothing.
After a few seconds, the fingers were replaced by a hard cock. I froze, I just stared at it. I didn't know what to do? The first ABS I went to had the viewing booths but nothing like this, no holes. I'd heard of the "glory hole" but never imagine they were a real thing. The cock bobbed for a moment or two and then went straight. I was taken by the brazen move my neighbor had made showing me his meat, without invitation. He had shown me the way to glory. The cock disappeared as fast as it arrived.
I glanced back at the screen as I moved closer to the hole. His manly hand appeared through it into my side. He motioned me towards the hole but I remained a foot away. It was as if there was there was cock magnet on the other side pulling me towards the unknown. I moved just inches from the hole in the wall and the white hand clutched my cock. Like stick shift, he began moving my cock, moving me into gear.
