There used to be a place, about 30 years ago, that used to be very good for ... not so much 'cruising' as for just 'getting down to it'. It was an adult book store about a mile from where I lived. Yes, I am aware of the hazards of such places, but it was a good place to hunt, and to get what I needed when I wasn't getting it anywhere else. Some nights there were good, and some bad, but one in particular was very memorable.
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It was a Friday night, and it had been a hell of a week. Work had been a total pain, and there were a couple of women in the office who were absolutely gorgeous, but also absolutely not interested, so I was beyond horny. Any my roommate/sister and her son (who was, and is, one of the high points of my life) were out of town, so I would not be able to sublimate it down to background noise. I had little choice but to go out and see what trouble I could get in.
There were a few places in the area that were very good for getting in trouble, but I don't drink, and I don't smoke, and that ruled out the various bars and hangouts popular with most people. I also dislike heavy metal and just about any music that is nothing but a beat, or that sounds like someone attacking a cat with a chainsaw, so that ruled out most of the other places. So I just said "
fuck it
" and went to the adult book store down the street.
The store was one of a chain of stores that started out selling 'sexy' lingerie and toys for the sex trades and people who wanted to appear adventurous. They learned early on that people who were after that kind of thing also wanted other things, so the one near me started dealing in magazines and VHS tapes, and then converted a back storeroom to a collection of video booths.
The booths were arrayed along the outer walls of the room, with more in the center of the room, back to back, so you could walk in a circle around the booths until you found the one you wanted. Those of us who'd been there before knew that the second and third booths in the center section on the left had a glory hole drilled between them, and a lot of people who were regulars tended to wait for those booths to be open. And the door to one of those booths had a little bit of a gap between door and frame that you could occasionally get a glimpse though. Yes - the whole thing had been thrown up pretty rapidly and sloppily, but some of us found this very arousing.
I admit it - I find watching, and being watched, at least as erotic as doing. At least a part of that is because I can watch and be watched for a long time, but as far as performance goes, an hour or so and I'm spent.
Anyway, I parked a block or so from the store and walked there, always watching who was on the street, and wondering what they were up to, and what they'd do if they knew what
I
was up to. I wore baggy jeans without underwear, and got occasional looks, as I always ended up partially aroused by the time I got to the bookstore, and while I did not have a tent in my jeans, I had a bulge that was obvious if you looked, and enough people looked to give me a little bit of a rush.
I went in, and found a few people in the front of the store, browsing the tape selections and magazines, and bought my required $5 worth of tokens from the counter guy. I could already tell which of the customers in the front were going to try to sneak into the back later, but were hiding what they were doing even from themselves, and which were actually shopping for something to take home. I didn't care much who saw me there and knew what I was up to - I am who I am, and am as comfortable with it as I can be without advertising it.
And then I went through the curtain into the back room. One circuit of the place showed me that about half of the booths had the 'occupied' lights on over the doors, including the two booths with a glory hole between them, and about a half dozen guys walking or standing in the aisle. Some of them I'd seen before, and some I hadn't, and only one of them was actually bad looking, though none of them were really
