The Farmer
As I travel about the land I pass adult bookstores from time to time. If my schedule permits, I take a little while and enjoy the benefits of anonymous sex. Several years ago while traveling through South Carolina just such an opportunity presented itself. I was cruising along somewhere close to the posted speed limit when a billboard advertising adult novelties and DVDs caught my attention. Ten minutes later I was off the interstate and parking in front of what was once some type of convenience store.
Upon walking in there was the usual assortment of lingerie, magazines, dildos, toys and racks of DVDs. Located just beyond the sales counter was a door leading into a darkened hallway where the video booths were located. I paid the admission fee and walked into the rear. It was a maze of small booths each with a bench to sit on just long enough for one person to sit on with a channel controller on the wall and a tv monitor on the opposite wall. The wall opposite the door had a buddy booth window. I quickly stripped naked and neatly folded my clothes on one side of the bench. As is my custom I wrapped a leather and steel cockring around my penis and scooped some petroleum jelly from a small container and lubed up. I selected a bi video showing two cocks being directed by a buxom blonde. Spreading the lube, I began to gently edge my cock as it swelled in my hand. I have a very nice 7 inch, cut, thick headed cock. Although I had not heard anything next door, I opened the buddy window anyway in hopes of having some company soon. Sitting back, I spread my legs and enjoyed the naughtiness of being nude in a booth while watching the two guys give each other blowjobs and the blonde rubbing her clit furiously in the video.
After about ten minutes of enjoying masturbating and watching the video I heard someone enter the booth next door. The sound from the video started and shortly the window opened on the other side. Standing before me was a man about 50 years old dressed in work pants and shirt. He was probably 5 ft 10 and 200 pounds. He had his pants unzipped and was stroking a small cock, maybe 4 inches long. Kneeling on the bench, I faced the window and slowly stroked up and down my erect penis while looking straight into his face. When he didn't immediately close the window, I knew there was a chance. Massaging my cock slowly, squeezing from the base to the tip, I used my other hand to calmly wave him over in invitation to join me. He paused a few seconds and closed the window. My breath caught in anticipation. I made sure the door was unlocked and waited.
The door opened and he stood in the frame, looking at me. I was standing against the buddy window, one leg cocked up, my foot on the wall, my fingers lightly caressing my cock. As he stepped in, I straightened up and took the one step to close the distance between us and he closed and locked the door. I was just a little taller and probably thirty pounds lighter. This fit my submissive, sissy nature just fine.
"Hello", I said and smiled at him.
He reached down with a thick hand that sported a gold ring on the ring finger, and he wrapped his stubby fingers around my engorged cock. I inhaled sharply as he hefted my cock.
