By the time I had reached my early thirties, I had to finally acknowledge my growing hunger for cock. I was happily married, but certainly bisexual and I had not been with a guy for going on ten years. I had sated my hunger with toys and magazines, since this was before the internet, but knew I wanted more.
The small town that I lived in at that time had a single adult bookstore. It was tucked away downtown, and if you weren't looking for it, you would certainly miss it. It had a clever title, "The Plain Brown Wrapper", and was mostly ignored by the general population. It had its share of browsers for regular straight porn, and most people adopted the attitude of "I didn't see you here, and you didn't see me here either" if they ran across someone they knew.
I had been in the store several times, purchasing some magazines and books, and the odd bisexual video or two. I also knew they had a movie arcade in the back, but I had never been there. Eventually, curiosity won out, and I had the clerk change five dollars into tokens so I could see for myself what lay behind the curtain.
The bookstore was very clean, and I didn't see anything in the hallways that would make me run the other way, so I made my way to a booth. In those days, the booths advertized what was playing in them, usually a choice of one or two films, and not the multi-channel booths you see today.
I selected a booth showing two decidedly gay films, figuring that if I was going to go this route, I might as well go all the way. I entered and shut the door, locking it behind me, as my eyes became adjusted to the darkness. I saw the coin slot and fed a dollar's worth into the machine, then sat down in the single chair.
The movie was a standard 1980s gay porn flick, impossibly tanned hard-bodied guys sucking and fucking each other. The sucking parts got me going, as that was and is my favorite bi activity, and I soon found my cock very stiff in my jeans. Just as I began to pull it out, I noticed something I had not seen before.
