After finding more free time on a Wednesday, in part due to my wife having serious back pain, the opportunity to revisit a downtown porn booth/glory hole around lunchtime was impossible to resist.
I first spent an hour or so working in the forest, drinking a cold pint of beer, then drove downtown. I was wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and old down jacket from the mid-1980s, and hiking boots, pretty much what I have always worn when doing such work.
The park house next to the shop made for quick access to its brightly lit sales area. Now running low on condoms, particularly of the type from the last time I visited the public health office, shopping for more was necessary. Unfortunately, the selection wasn't that good, and the ones I have grown to favor when sucking a man off weren't on sale.
I still wanted to see a man getting off in a glory hole, and the three connected booths certainly offered the potential, even if it hadn't happened in a couple of visits. And since the place was a 'cinema,' there was an admission to pay, not coins or bills to deal with.
The viewing booth area was changed and enlarged. A fact which was apparent when looking for the toilet. While looking for it, I passed through the newly built sections. One was simply a large space, with a few stools strewn around, a large screen with a naked group, one woman and several men.
One good sized room had a sling seat in it with a couple of almost 2 foot high cubes Another room had a table hanging from chains from the ceiling, and in the corner what looked like shackles or restraints. There was also a dark room with a dim blue light (whose special purpose remains unknown to me).
After using the spotless and tasteful bathroom - obviously part of the rebuilding, which must have been very recent, I returned to the glory booth section, where one end booth was already occupied, leaving the center and other end free. I went into the center booth, and noticed that the opening had been considerably enlarged in a clover leaf pattern. The change was just a touch depressing, as one of the things that appealed about this place area had been its comfortably worn age. I went into the other end booth, which was playing some mildly erotic gay porn, and completed my normal preparations, then moved the chair so as to lean against it while standing in silhouette to the opening.
After a short period of stroking, I had started to get hard, but the middle booth remained empty. But the knowledge that I was likely teasing another man provided enough kinkiness to get me solidly hard, which led to deciding to stick my cock through the hole into the empty space after doing a hit of Rush. Though I do show off at times, it also tends to feel private in some way, and not something as explicit as putting my hard cock through a gloryhole for anyone to see. After breathing in, following a few last increasingly glorious strokes, I put my cock through, holding on to the root with my thumb and index finger, my fingers cupping my balls. Exhaling, thoughts of male sex filled my brain, and I started to move, imagining what it would be like to have a man on the other side.
Of course, there was a man on the other side, so to speak, and part of the enjoyment came from knowing he probably was watching. As the feeling subsided, I pulled my cock back, still hard. After a brief moment, a door opened, then the middle booth was filled by someone, who closed and locked the door. My excitement was still at a high pitch, and I put my fingers through, hoping to suck another man's cock. What followed was a quite small and flaccid cock, with some sort of ill fitting black rubber ring sitting at about the middle of the shaft. I really couldn't figure out whether he was wearing a half unrolled condom while playing with his cock.
I let saliva fall into my palm as I kept handling him, but he never really grew hard. After several minutes, and several applications of more spit, I finally decided that he wasn't wearing a condom, that he wouldn't get hard, and that this was becoming somewhat futile from my perspective. I stopped, put on my coat, and left the booth.
Walking around, still hoping that either the middle booth would be free soon or else some really hot porn would be playing, I noticed a man in the room with the sling, while the other spaces remained empty while briefly entering and exiting them. I watched the porn in the occupied room for a bit, showing a man being fucked, without really even glancing at the figure also watching the screen. A few of us had been wandering around without real purpose, at best just registering the other strangers in the spaces, in that somewhat furtive way of glancing as discretely as possible in the obscuring dimness, as if not looking at anyone except fleetingly was the same as not being noticed by them.
The door to the middle gloryhole remained closed, and after maybe 10 minutes of looking at the other porn movies in various booths, it was clear that it would remain occupied longer than I had any interest in waiting. Several men had already seemingly drawn the same conclusion, having drifted in and out of the two end booths.
This bookstore's porn has never been all that interesting (leading to the 10 year gap between first and second visit), and I was ready to admit that it seemed nothing would happen this time either. Not every glory hole visit ends in delight, and the change in the place's character was mildly disappointing.
