Things had now changed for me a bit. My mind had started to wander. It had been a few weeks since the night I had made out with two different, aggressive, hairy, older bears, sucked their cocks and swallowed their cum - in a bathroom stall of a gay bar. Now, I kept thinking that I wanted to have another sexual encounter with a guy.
There was something very gratifying about knowing I was giving someone pleasure. Hearing a man moan. Being encouraged. Making myself available so that a guy could get what he wanted.
I was too nervous to get back on the train and travel into the city to go back to that gay bar. Too afraid that someone I knew would see me and give me endless shit. Or worse. So I started spending way too much time looking on-line for ways to discretely find a guy to hook up with.
Looked at some gay/bi sites and personal ad sites and noticed a lot of guys posting times they would be at the ABS. There were a couple of adult bookstores within a few miles but had never checked them out. Started thinking that maybe this would be easier than answering an ad and this also avoided having to decide to invite a guy over or trust to go to another guy's place.
Each time I thought about it gave me a little more courage. Whenever I needed to run out for something I went out of my way to drive by one of the ABS and look at how many cars were in the parking lot. Wanted to figure out a good time to go because if it was real crowded I'd probably chicken out. Lunch time weekdays seemed the best. Always 5-6 cars but never much more. Plus, I had days were I could work from home.
I picked a day and stared at the clock until it was 12 noon and jumped in the car. Pulled into the lot, took a deep breath and started the walk from the parking lot.
As I got to the front door it suddenly swung open and I moved aside as a guy walked out. My eyes were looking straight down at my feet to avoid eye contact but I could see he was in work clothes, wasn't that much taller than me and had a pretty decent size beer belly. Nice. Hope there was a guy like that inside that wanted me to suck his cock.
Walked in. There was a counter with a sign saying tokens were needed for the viewing booths. Smiled and handed the guy at the counter a ten and asked for tokens. Tokens in hand I stepped through plastic curtains to the booths.
It was dark and smelled like an old locker room. There were 2 rows each with about 8 booths per side with shower curtains instead of doors. The first aisle was empty as I walked slowly to the end, hearing snippets from porn movies playing from a few of the booths. Only a few of the curtains were closed