Congress Book & Video

PORTLAND, MAINE -- I went in town Portland like usual to pick up my mail, usually sometime in the afternoon. I’d take care of any business rather quickly like mailing letters, opening letters, buying what I needed for supplies and making ATM deposits. Of course, I’d mosey on up to CBV, Congress Book & Video to check out the action and then split very quickly and ride home on my bike because there wasn’t any nice man to be had. Today felt different. The energy was there. I was feeling horny and almost left, but I stayed anyway. You never know what you might get if you hang around long enough for the right kind of man to come along. 

As usual, I talked to Bob, the Video Clerk, asked him if he wanted anything @ Joe’s Smoke Shop or a nearby restaurant. I was already there a minute or two ago opening porn mags and reading them secretly. Tons of FFUN. Especially when straight guys read straight porno. Let them feel nervous about a tall 6’2: red headed guy with a beautiful face and body looking at dick in a magazine. 

Well, anyways, no action at Joe's, hence CBV. Bob wanted nothing. A walk across the street did help change the scenery and lighten up things because the clientele changes like clockwork moving from booth to booth or going in taking care of business and leaving and of course other new men walking in the store. Too bad women don’t do this more often, too! It would be more fun and a riot suck and fuckfest ’93 in Portland, Maine! If felt lucky but I didn’t see what I wanted yet. So, I followed a weird guy to a booth next to his. 

He walked out and somebody else walked in. The other guy had a nice wanger but he was too weird for me. This new guy seemed better. He put money in the machine and I watched him pull his purple shorts down through the glory hole, large enough to fit your dick through. I watched my video and him at the same time and him playing with his penis. Lots of fun. I motioned with my index finger through the glory hole. 

He conceded and put his dick through the hole. I played with the good sized dick and quickly got a rubber and slapped it on his dick & started sucking. He pulled out after a while and motioned for me to do what he was doing. So, I got out another rubber, slapped it on my rather large dick and stuck it through the glory hole. He played with it and started sucking. This went on for a while. Back and forth. We both needed a breather. I stopped, put my face to the hole and he said, “Why don’t you come over.” So I did. 

After walking out of my booth and into his, all the queens (there were 6) all got mad, but they cheered and jeered me on because they knew I had landed another large, nice friendly catch. I should be so lucky. And, I am. You snooze, you loose. They lost. They were mad. I was glad and this scene would have made a great movie. The team cheers & jeers me on and I get my day in a booth. Time to start thinking of 8mm flicks and my twin-sisters camcorder from KODAK. Could get very interesting indeed. So, we’re in the booth, exploring each other’s bodies and the queens are trying to get to us. 

We have to cover the glory hole w/ a paper towel and my hands. Someone is trying to poke their hand through. Assholes. They are all assholes. This guy is a gorgeous weight lifter. Nice personality, lovely pecs, nice ass, nice legs. Nice everything. Me? I have a dancer’s body and beautiful face and voice except for a broken nose which will be fixed sometime in 1993. We like each other and we are having a fun experience exploring each other, fondling, groping, licking and sucking, etc. It feels good. Meanwhile, the Queens are banging on the door, getting antsy like rowdy, cranky, sleeping children and generally talking about us. 

We are saying things back like, “But you’re not in here, huh?” or, “You should be so lucky.” Etc. etc. Totally funny. Eventually, the cashier wants to empty the booths of money. Someone says, “You’d better start putting money in the machine.” We say, “You wish, you wish.” I can’t stand the pressure anymore. I say, “Let’s split and go somewhere to have fun, where we won’t be bothered.” I leave the booth first. It’s like, everyone is ripped and I’m mad because they have no respect for what we’re doing. I walk out and say to one queen, “Stop blocking the door.” He quips back, “I was not blocking the door.” I say, “I said blocking, not locking. Are you listening?” Being laid is great. You can see clearly once again and you feel so good. 

I guess I need to be laid 24 hours a day or something like that. Then I’d feel great all the time. So, Doug, I and his friend leave CBV with one other guy. A mass exodus. Doug, the friend and I walk to the parking lot across the street. I already know where they are from. I’m sensitive. Besides, the moon is out full tonight. That’s the best time to go out. Doug says, “Isn’t there another store up the street? Let’s go there.” So, we and his friend do. It is there that we go into a booth and finish our business by exploring each other more. 

We discuss HIV. Neither one of us is positive. I suck him, he sucks me. A little ass play. Too cramped, hot and muggy in those booths. I give him my card. He plays with my balls. He comes. I jerk off and splat a load all over the wall. Best orgasm yet. We satisfied each other. We both feel relieved. He says he’d’ like to call me and I say, “Okay.” I say to myself “Maybe he will, maybe he won’t.” He is nice. He likes me. He thinks I am kind. Besides, I like him and would like to get to know him in the future. Maybe we will. Maybe we won’t. It was the experience that counted. We satisfied each other temporarily and that’ that.

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