Like most of us, my journey began on the pages of Playboy, discovering what a woman’s body looked like. My friend’s dad had a healthy stash of magazines that we found. There were also a few harder magazines like Hustler that showed us quite a bit more. While not attracted to the men in these pictures, I remember being entranced and fascinated by their cocks. Hard, veiny, thick and in need of release. The women in these pictures knelt, eager with desire, their mouths open, ready to quench the need of these cocks. Keep in mind this is 1980. These magazines were all we had
My first taste of cum was my own, and found it neither delicious nor repulsive, it simply was what it was. I reasoned that the look of joy on these women’s faces must have come from the act of giving such pleasure to another. (I know, I was young and naive)
Fast forward to the beginning of my junior year in clllege. I was 20 years old in 1988 and was attending college in Tampa. There was a XXX theater on the corner of Fletcher and Nebraska. (Still there today but not what it was back then) it was the first time I had been in that type of establishment, and I was shocked to find a dimly lit room full of booths, most of which had holes in the walls. I watched, fascinated as a man would enter a booth, then quickly another man would enter the booth next to him Sometimes there would be the illuminating light of a movie starting, but not always. I wasn’t the world’s most savvy young man, but I could figure out what was happening fairly quickly. This location was also very close to campus, and close to apartments where I and some of my fellow students lived. I quickly left, my cock bulging in my pants, and returned to my apartment.
The next morning I started my search with a full tank of gas and a cock that kept getting hard and leaking into my pants. I eventually wound up at the corner of South 50th st and Denver St., where the sign outside of the building advertised XXX movies and private booths I pulled into a parking lot with a half dozen or so cars in it. I sat in my car, my heart pounding, my hands trembling and wondering if I had lost my mind. A voice in my head was telling me that if you didn’t try it at least once, you would never know, and would always be curious. I finally summoned the courage, went in, paid my $5.00 and received 5 tokens to operate the machines.
I entered the theater area which had a variety of folding chairs and a few tv’s showing straight porn. There was also a second smaller room with a couple of sofas and a larger tv. Men sat in the chairs in the main area where there were 6 booths marked either Gay or Straight. The men tried to look casual as the watched every movement in the room. Occasionally they would change seats or go look inside a booth, only to return to their seat. After a bit I went to a booth marked GAY and went inside closing and locking the door behind me. A pedestal held a small tv with a coin slot. I put a token in the slot and the tv came to life showing a video of two men fucking. The tv provided the only illumination in the booth which had a stool to sit on and a large portion of the wall cut away to the booth next to it. My first thought as I stood there, was what if no one came in? What if I just stood there feeling like a fool with a hard on?
it didnt take long before I heard the door open to the booth next to mine. I could see the outline of someone in the illumination of my booth’s tv. The outline grew more defined as it approached the wall. A cock slid through the opening, and a hand started to stroke it slowly. It was maybe 1/4 erect, and the message was clear. I can remember it vividly, its pale color, its helmet shaped head, and the hand patiently stroking it. I’m not sure if I summoned my courage, or just took leave of my sanity but I went over and reached out and started stroking him. I marveled at the texture and the heat coming off of it. He felt so good in my hand, and my mind drifted back to those women and looks of joy they had as they took men into their mouths. I wanted to experience that too! I had received blowjobs from a previous girlfriend. I knew exactly how good they felt, and I was excited to try giving that to another.
i knelt and slowly took him into my mouth. Gently I slid him in and out of my mouth. I remember thinking, what if I’m going it wrong? What if he exits in disgust a few seconds from now and leaves me in here humiliated and embarrassed? My fears vanished as I felt him begin to thicken and grow harder. With each trip down his cock he was filling more of my mouth, and I relaxed into a slow steady rhythm as he became fully erect. My nerves calmed, as I focused solely on the cock before me. I marveled at the soft text despite how rock hard it was. I loved the scent and the taste, and I fell into a sort of trance as I slowly but steadily worked up and down this beautiful cock. A sudden fear entered my mind. What if he cums a ton and I gag on it? What if tastes horrible and it makes me puke? All of that flowed in and out of my head as I lovingly attended to his pleasure. His hips began to move in time with my mouth, gently pushing forward as I went down. We moved in perfect synchrony, like a lazy piston slowly pushing forward then retreating only to come back and push forward again. As he pushed deep, I could feel my mouth begin to fill. I was thrilled! I had made him cum! He pushed into me again and more of his cum flooded into me. The next thrust triggered my reflex and I swallowed a mouthful of cum only to have it replaced as his cock continued to empty itself. When the cum stopped I held him in my mouth until he started to go soft. I didn’t want to release him, I didn’t want it to end. He eventually pulled out and left the booth. I went and sat on the stool and put another token in the slot to start the movie up again. I sat thinking about how right it felt, how perfect it felt. I had no idea what to expect, but I had not expected such a feeling of contentment. I felt so at ease even with my cock straining against my jeans. I was so lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t hear the booth next to me open, close and latch shut. I didn’t come back to my surroundings until another cock slid through the opening. My mind raced. I had done what I came here to do. I should leave now, process what had just happened, what I had just done. I stood thinking to exit the booth, but found my steps not taking me to the door, but to the waiting cock, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I remember thinking to myself “oh my, is this what you are?” as I knelt and took a second cock into my mouth. It was the same feeling of euphoria, of losing myself in the act of providing such intimate pleasure, of giving so completely without wanting anything in return except for his release letting me know I had done my job properly.
