For those who read my first story, "Giving it Up," this is the lead in. These events were my first excursion into the dark side of my sexuality. If you have read the previous story you will know that I was a virgin when it happened just a couple of years ago. What happens in this current story, over 20 years ago, is all true until the end. There is one point where fantasy takes over when reality ends. However, whenever I reach that point in reliving this event, that is what I wished had happened. The setup takes a little while, but I hope the ending is worth it. Ok, enough bullshit, get to the point.....
Finally the day had arrived. I had turned 18 and legal just a few days before. For years now, I had driven past a local adult bookstore and wondered what was on the inside. Today I could go in, today I was of legal age and I was determined to find out why such things seemed so taboo in this area. I remember parking so that no one could see my parent’s car from the street and walking across the parking lot. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up as I approached that door with the sign “Must be 18, legal proof of age required. Do not enter if sexually explicit material might offend you.” I laughed to myself, that was exactly what I was here for, sexually explicit material. I wanted to be offended.
I entered the store and was summarily asked for my ID. I know I was blushing furiously as I handed over my license, in the back of my mind I was sure I was going to arrested by the thought police at any moment! The man behind the counter handed it back with perhaps a little smirk as he read my naiveté instantly. I’m sure my mouth was hanging open and I probably drooled on myself as I looked around at things I had never even imagined. One wall was covered floor to ceiling in magazines depicting every sexual act imaginable. Another wall had dildos, vibes and sex toys. The cabinet at the register had lube, condoms and small bottles I would later learn were poppers. Then, something I hadn’t expected. Films. I had never thought about it, never imagined it, but there they were - in those days 8mm loops. A board on the wall had a small selection of boxes and a number above each.
“I want to see #8,” I said to the man behind the counter.
He simply looked at me and said, “ok.”
I repeated my request twice more before he understood that I had no idea of what I was doing - again, I’m sure my face must have been purple by this time! He did have pity on me and ask how many quarters I wanted and explained how to use the machines.
Finally he said, “Go down the hallway, #8 is the first booth on the left after you turn the corner.”
I nodded and walked down the hall. The first thing I noticed was the smell. In later years I would recognize it as a mixture of cigarettes, sweat, cum and piss. I made my way around to booth #8 only to find that it was occupied. I went back out and figured out which movies played in which rooms and made another selection. I spent about two hours that day dropping quarters and watching loops, cumming a couple of times on the floor - after I realized that was where everyone did it. Then I purchased a couple of magazines and went home. I’m sure the guys at the counter had a great laugh at my expense after I left.
A few days later, I went back hoping to repeat my previous experience. I made it to the booths without embarrassing myself this time and dropped some quarters and my pants. I had been stroking for a few minutes when I heard a voice, “Hey, let me do that for you.”
Up until that point I had not realized there were openings between the booths or at the very least I didn’t understand their purpose. I dropped some more quarters - they got fussy if you were in a booth and the movie wasn’t running - and then walked over to the opening in the wall.
Within moments I was moaning out loud as the first hand besides my own began to stroke my cock. I noticed he kept pulling me closer to the hole, so I inched closer until I was pressed against the wall and my cock was completely through the hole. Suddenly a hot wetness engulfed my cock. I had never experienced anything like it, so it took me several moments to understand that he was sucking me. His mouth was hot and wet and very strong. Almost as soon as I realized what was going on I felt the most amazing orgasm ever hit me and I flooded his mouth with my cum. The only thing that held me up was the wall. Then I realized the mouth had left my cock and my loop machine went off. I struggled to get my very hard cock back into my pants and pull myself together and get the hell out of there. I didn’t know what to expect when I had first visited this place, but this certainly wasn’t even in my imagination. I was struggling with my previous concepts of my own sexuality. I wasn’t attracted to men, but god, that was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me and I didn’t want it to be the last time.
A few weeks later, I finally got up enough courage to go back. I was also horny as hell and wanted to get sucked again. I sat in booth after booth - I soon learned that some were more popular than others for that sort of thing. At one point, I heard something in the booth next to me. I realized I could hear voices besides the film loop playing. I leaned down and looked through the hole to see a man on his knees giving a blowjob to another man standing in the middle of the booth. I watched that and my loop for a while, determined not to blow my load before I could get sucked too. At some point, I ran out of quarters and had to go back out front to get more. When I got back to my booth, I was shocked out of my skin to hear a voice inside the booth with me say, “There you are! I was afraid you had left.”
