The Adult Store on 6th Street

The 6th Street Adult Store

Everything about me shouted straight boy. Surfer T-shirt that barely met my baggy, ripped up jeans. When I bent over, you could see my plaid boxers, the straight male’s staple. Of course, I knew I had a nice ass but didn’t realize how good it looked in a pair of briefs or jock strap until later on. My straight guy’s uniform was completed with a backwards baseball cap and pair of flip flops.

I’d been in that adult store several times before. It was in an odd location, right in the middle of town on 6th street. I’d have thought it would have been on the outskirts. I still remember how taboo it felt the first time I went. Of course, that was several months ago. Since then, I figured out that most of the guys there, like me, were married. I’m sure that they, like me, were unhappy in their marriages, not getting sex, just looking for a way to get off. I’d later learn that a lot of them were looking for a little something extra their wives wouldn’t or couldn’t give.

That was my deal was. My wife didn’t have a lot of things. She was my college sweetheart but prudish as all get out, she wouldn’t ever think about doing anything kinky; she tried to blow me once and gagged. Hell, she’d only have sex in the missionary position. It was ok when I could get it, but that was rare with weeks or months of dry spells. Also, she didn’t have a cock.

I couldn’t admit that I was gay or bi or whatever shit labels you want to give it. But it started when I was in college. I went to a conservative school with lots of rules and restrictions. When I was a freshman, I started looking at pictures of guys online, just hard jockish guys stripping down and showing their cocks. Of course, being a young idiot, I let whoever use my computer and didn’t have password protection. Some prick snooped around on my and found them in my browser history. I pinned it on my roommate, who didn’t have a computer. Of course, he ended up having a meeting with the dean and I locked down my computer and learned about regularly erasing my browser history.

After a couple years in marriage hell and only looking at guys on my computer, I decided that I was through not getting any satisfaction and started looking for chances to get off. I went to the adult store on 6th and would browse the videos, checking out the guys that went there. Most were older than me and there were a few trolls, but there were a few hot, married, working class guys in their 30s. I was too nervous to notice that these hot guys were also checking me out. A 20s something straight boy walking around the adult store apparently was a huge turn on.

I was there to suck a cock for the first time.

It wasn’t my first time with a guy. That had happened a few weeks before. It was a craigslist hookup. I knew it was shady af but I was horny and desperate and really wanted to know what getting head felt like. I went over to his place. He ended up being some college kid, maybe 19 or 20. He was a cute Hispanic guy, short hair and clean face and nervous as hell. I tried not to act nervous myself, but I’m sure I couldn’t hide the fact that I had very little experience. There were no words, just head nods. He led me back to his room. He undid my belt and pulled down my pants. Just being there, about to get my first blow job, got me hard and my boxers were tented in the front. My cock slipped out the fly and the guy just stared at it, licking his lips. He got on his knees and pulled my shorts down. I couldn’t believe what I had been missing all those years. His lips were warm on the head of my cock and I let out a soft moan just from that first touch. He started going down on me and moaning himself. I couldn’t help but unbutton my shirt and rub my nipples with one hand, the other running my fingers through his hair as it bobbed up and down my shaft. He started to moan, rubbing his own cock as it got hard. That sent me over the edge and I told him I was going to cum. He held still as I shot my load in his mouth and then spit out the cum into a pair of crusty boxer briefs. He stood up and I guessed that was the end of our hookup. As I left he said, “If you see me outside of here, we don’t know each other.”

At the adult store, I wasn’t trying the cruise the guys. It was another craigslist arrangement. I posted the ad myself, basically saying that I was looking to learn how to suck cock. I had gotten quite a few responses of course. But the selection was easy after this guy responded with pictures of an amazing body and thick 8 inch cock. We didn’t show each other our faces, instead we worked out a how we would signal each other at the store.

The store wasn’t anything crazy. In the front at least. Just rows and rows of porn. Straight stuff in the front, getting gayer and kinkier as you went further back. In the back of the shop was the entrance to the arcade. The arcade had a bunch of viewing booths. A few were basic, chair and tv and room for one person to comfortably jack off. Some had windows with blinds so you could watch other guys. There were a few bigger ones for groups. And of course, there were plenty with glory holes. I had gone in the arcade plenty of times, exploring each of the booths, spying on guys through the windows and glory holes, but never getting gutsy enough to try anything more than jerking off. I was supposed to meet the guy in the gay video section. We’d meet eyes and he’d say something about the craigslist ad then we’d go get a booth together.

I had gotten there early and started browsing straight porn, even though it didn’t really arouse me. Closer to the time we were to meet up, I made my way to gay porn. There were a couple of guys there, one that was my type: tall, muscular, about ten years older than me with a kissable scruffy face. But he wouldn’t meet my eyes and eventually took a DVD and left. I figured this wasn’t my craigslist guy and kept browsing. The time for the meet up had come and gone. I waited fifteen minutes and figured that the guy had flaked on me. A DVD in the bargain bin caught my eye, the cover had a bunch of guys in suits with their dicks hanging out. I picked it up to buy. But before I stepped away, a guy came up close beside me and cleared his throat. Our eyes met and he asked if I had posted an ad on craiglist.

I almost said no. The guy was much older than I thought he would be, well into his fifties. He was handsome enough, but the age difference was obvious. This guy was somewhere between my dad and grandpa. Not having a lot of experience with this, the age thing almost got me until I glanced at the rest of him. He definitely didn’t lie about himself in the emails, I just never asked about his age or asked for a picture of his face. He was wearing a white tank top with a boating logo that clearly showed the toned physique I saw in the pictures. He was wearing short, mid-thigh shorts that had a sizable bulge. My thirst overcame my reservations and I nodded.

We went and got a nice sized booth. He could tell I was nervous and said, “Hey bud, how about I show you how it’s done first?”

He tugged on my jeans and my pants and boxers came down to my knees. I wasn’t hard yet, nerves being what they were. But it didn’t take long. He stood close, smiling as he looked in my eyes. I felt his hand on my hips. It went back to rub my ass and then the other hand grabbed my cock. I was hard almost instantly. He got down on his knees and went down on me. Honestly there wasn’t anything amazing that he had done that the first guy hadn’t. But it being only my second blow job, I wasn’t all that picky. I moaned and breathe heavily as he went up and down my shaft. One thing he did that really got me going was he kept pulling me into his face by grabbing my butt. His hands on my ass felt new and I didn’t want him to let go. As he kept pulling me in, I got closer to the edge of orgasm. He could tell that I would pass the point of no return and stopped sucking. He stood up and put his hands down his shorts.

“Now it’s your turn.”

He undid the button of his shorts. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and as he unzipped, a thick cock flopped out. He was already hard. I just stared. A cock like that is like a burger on a menu. It looks like one thing in a picture but when it’s actually served you just wonder how you’re supposed to fit your mouth around it.

The guy pushed me to my knees and said, “Sucking cock is easy bud. You just start by putting it in your mouth and let me do the work.”

Before I could say anything, he shoved his dick inside my already open mouth. He kept pushing it in, passed where I thought my mouth was full, to the back of my throat. He left it sit there for a moment and I started to panic because I couldn’t breathe. But then he pulled out a bit, I caught my breath.

“Now the secret is to just sit there and let me fuck that pretty little face.”

And then he shoved his cock back in. In and out. Over and over. At first the shock of this size of his cock, the fact that I couldn’t breathe at first, and the odd texture of a hard dick, I wasn’t sure what was going on or if I even liked it. I was still focused on how weird his dick felt before I noticed that he stopped fucking my face. Instead I was running my lips up and down his shaft, one hand around his cock, the other around my own. It was so thick and I liked the salty taste of his cum. The entire time my eyes were closed, so took a chance to look up. He was leaned against the wall of the booth, his tank pulled up and over the back of his head so I could see his built hairy chest. One arm was back behind his head and the other hand was pulling at his nipple. He smiled as he watched me go after his cock.

“Damn son, you sure you’ve never sucked cock before?”

He didn’t let me off to answer, but started to fuck me to the rhythm of my head going down on him. More and more he would pause at the back of my throat, pushing a little father each time and making me gag a little. His thrusts started to come quicker and quicker. Without warning, I felt something hot shoot against the back of my throat. He pulled out immediately and jizz shot all over my lips and chin. The cum kept spurting, shooting all over my face and shirt. After several shots, he pulled his dick back into his shorts and left me in the booth, on my knees, my hard cock in my hands. I wiped the cum from my face and used it to lube my dick. After a few seconds, I was shooting my own cum onto the floor. I pulled my pants back up and started watching whatever porn was on the screen, reliving what had just happened. It was crazy to me, the hottest sex I had ever had was a guy’s cock down my throat. I left the adult store on 6th street knowing I’d be back for more.

Authors note: This is based loosely around the first few times I had been with guys. I was young and married and hooked up with an older guy in an adult store. The place then became a regular cruising spot for me, even after I came out and got divorced. I haven't published any stories in a while but am thinking about publishing a few more of my exploits at the adult store. If that is something you'd like to read more of, drop me a comment. Any constructive criticism is appreciated as well.