I was bored at home on a Wednesday night, with zero luck on dating apps. I was desperate for cock, and I wanted to suck someone off. When dating apps aren't working, my next step is typically a trip to the Adult bookstore. I wasn't looking to bring someone back to my place; I just wanted to get a dick in my mouth, take a load, and get it out of my system.
There are several Adult bookstores where I live, each with its own pros and cons. I didn't want to be competing for cock on a Wednesday, and that factored into which one to hit up. The one I chose was in a busy part of town, but smaller than the others. It had viewing booths with glory holes, a small retail area, but the main attraction was its video selection. Can you believe people still rent porn on DVD?. One could always count on the place never being too busy, and if I got lucky, I could find the right dick right away and get on with my night.
It was about 10 pm when I arrived at the bookstore. The parking lot had only a few cars, which was about what I expected for a Wednesday night. The entrance to the bookstore was in the rear (fitting), which gave a very false sense of discretion. I walked in, was greeted by the clerk, and headed towards the viewing booths. I had to pass through a pair of saloon-style doors to get into the viewing booth area, but once you've stepped through, everyone knew you were coming, and new meat would soon be available. The saloon-style doors were in serious need of a WD40 treatment and made very loud squeaking sounds when anyone entered or exited. I like to believe it was designed that way as a warning. Once you've heard the familiar sound, you should probably stop whatever illegal, public sex act you are participating in, put your dick away, and pull up your pants. Better to be safe than arrested.
All eyes were on me as I walked through the doors, and off me once it was determined I wasn't a threat. Police sometimes patrol Adult bookstores, so everyone usually has their guard up. I strolled past the 8 or 9 booths, checking who was around, and didn't see anyone who flipped my switch. I was hit on a few times, but it was still relatively early, and I was willing to wait for someone more interesting. "Good things cum to those who wait." .. Isn't that the cliché?
I parked myself inside one of the video booths, fed the video machine a few dollars, and decided to wait it out. This particular video arcade still had doors on the booths, which allowed for some privacy if you wanted to share a booth with someone and get it on. All the booths had gloryholes large enough to see through and large enough to accommodate even the most enormous cock. I had only been in the arcade about 10 minutes when the swinging doors alerted those in attendance to a new arrival. I poked my head out to look, and what I saw made me a little nervous.
The man who entered the viewing area was someone I knew from High School. I could never forget that face. This guy was classically handsome for sure, but the body wasn't what I remembered. The guy I remember from High School was lean, lanky, and bookish. The face remained the same, but the body had developed in all the right places. He looked imposing, strong, and handsome.
I had run around with mostly jocks and guys from the various sports I played back in school, but this guy was all academics, and we definitely hadn’t shared the same circle of friends. I recalled having maybe 3 classes with him over 4 years of high school. We were friendly and even sat at lunch together from time to time, but calling us friends would be a stretch. The uncomfortableness of it all had nothing to do with who he was, or our High School History. It did, though, have everything to do with what he was. A cop. It's all he ever talked about in High School. My friends and I even joked about it when we got together a few years back. I remember a friend saying, "Dan Miller followed his yearbook prediction and joined the police force." None of us was shocked by it.
Dan wasn't dressed in a cop's uniform, so I had to assume he was undercover. I closed the door to my booth and knew I had to ditch my plans for the night. No one needs a run-in with the police when all you're looking to do is get off. I sat back to plan my escape. I put in a few more dollars to keep the videos going, but I was really just buying time. I knew he would recognize me if we ran into one another, and I didn't want to have any interaction with him at all. It's one thing to run into someone you know at the grocery, but an adult bookstore is just awkward. I kept peeking out the door of my booth to see if he was still lingering. I saw and heard a few guys leaving, but "Danny the cop" was still wandering up and down the hallway. My plans for sucking a dick would have to wait. I really just wanted to get the hell out of there and get home.
There had to be at least 4 men still in the video arcade, but it was hard to tell from the booth I was in. No one had entered the booth next to mine the entire time I was there, and the swinging doors were absolutely quiet. About another 15 minutes passed, and I didn't want to feed the video machine any more dollar bills. I decided to leave as fast as I could. Maybe I would run into him, perhaps I wouldn't. I was ready to take a chance. As I was getting ready to make my exit, someone entered the booth next to mine. All sorts of things ran through my head. What if it's "Danny the cop? Is this how the cops get you? They pretend to be looking for sex, you stick your dick through the glory hole, and the next thing you know, you're being cited for public indecency or worse?
I wasn't doing anything but watching the video. My cock was in my pants, and I wasn't touching myself. I was simply a patron of the adult bookstore's video arcade. I might have been overthinking it, but I could lose my job with a sex offense charge. This wasn't a risk I wanted to take.
I heard the video start in the next booth and wanted to make sure it wasn't the cop. I peeked through the gloryhole, and damn it all to hell! It's Danny fucking Miller, the kid from High School who's a fucking cop. I sat back in the chair and thought of my next move. This could actually be the perfect opportunity to escape, but I hesitated. For some reason, I wanted to see if "Danny the cop" was doing anything in the booth. Maybe he'll take his dick out. I don't have to interact with him, right? But now I'm curious. I added another dollar bill to the video machine.
If you're not familiar with the Gloryhole protocol, here's how it works. Someone is usually looking to suck, and someone is usually looking to get sucked. If you're looking to suck, you stick your fingers in the hole to signal the other person to stick their dick through. If both of you stick your fingers through the hole, then you have to make a decision: Suck, get sucked, or find another Gloryhole. I peeked through the hole again, and "Danny the cop" had his dick out. I'm thinking.. "What kind of entrapment game is this"?
I kept telling myself I needed to leave, but I've never seen Danny’s cock before, and I’d seen a lot of cocks in High School. I'm obviously curious. Maybe too curious. "Look. Just don't touch, I told myself repeatedly. I peeked through again, and Danny is standing in front of the gloryhole cock out, and he's fully hard. I don't make any moves and definitely don't put my finger through the hole. Suddenly, “Danny, the cops' huge and fully erect cock comes shooting through the hole. I jumped back a little in surprise, but instinct and desire took over. I did what any other cock hungry gay man would have done in that situation. I grabbed his stiff cock, stroked it, spit on it, then wrapped my mouth around it and started sucking.
I was literally going to town on "Danny the Cop '' and super turned on. “Danny” from High School just shoved his big fat cock through a gloryhole and doesn't know who's sucking him off. I'm convinced there is no way he could know it was me. We didn’t make eye contact when he walked in, and I was quick to disappear into a booth.
Danny is good and hard, moaning and thrusting his cock through the hole. I'm manhandling his balls, really giving them a workover and tugging hard on them, taking his cock as deeply as I can down my throat. He's fucking my mouth aggressively, and I know right away this isn't his first time gloryhole suck. He increases the pace of his face fucking and is slamming his dick into my mouth harder and faster. He's telling me in a low whisper that he's getting close, and my grip on his cock tightened. Danny was ready to blow his load, and I was prepared for it. My plan was to let him cum in my mouth, get every last drop, then get the hell out of there. If I'm fast enough, maybe I'll be able to leave the video booth, exit the store, and drive away without encountering him outside the arcade.
Danny gave me a fair bit of warning, then dumped his hot load down my throat. I couldn't believe how hungry I was for it. It wasn't too much to take. It was a modest load that had a sweeter-than-salty flavor. As much as I wanted to savor it and give his cock the “After Nut” attention he probably expected, there just wasn’t enough time. I had to get the hell out of there. His swollen cock and empty balls were still hanging through the glory hole when I opened the door and bolted. I made it out of the store, through the squeaky doors, and into my car in minutes. I sped out of the parking lot and headed home.
This little encounter had me all riled up, though, and there was no way I could keep it to myself. I just had to tell someone. Once I was a reasonable distance away from the bookstore, I immediately called Terry, my best friend from High School. "Terry! You're not gonna believe what just happened". Do you remember Danny Miller from High School? I asked. "The nerd who was hell-bent on being a cop?" Terry replied. "Yep. The one and only,” I said. “ I just sucked him off."
I gave Terry the play-by-play, and we had a perfect laugh about it. I asked him to keep it on the down low, but I didn't really have to say anything like that to Terry. Terry and I have a long history, and we share almost everything. I knew he would keep it to himself.
When I got home, I immediately went into stalker mode. I didn’t even rinse or brush my teeth as I usually would. I didn’t want the taste of Danny to go away. I got online and found Danny on Instagram, but his profile was set to private. I pulled up Facebook, where he had a public profile, but it was pretty basic and obvious that he didn't spend much time there. He appeared to be married, no kids mentioned, and his pics were mostly of him in different uniforms and only a few with his wife. Turns out, Danny had joined the Marines out of High School. I couldn't find much more than that, but he was definitely a cop now. The taste of him was still lingering in my mouth, and I made no effort to change that. I was very intrigued. I would call a few friends in the morning, see what I could find out.
The friends I was still close with from High School all remembered him, but none could claim to have ever been his friend. I tried to be discreet and told them I'd seen him at the mall, and was just wondering what he was up to these days. All the info I gathered, anyone could have found. I figured the best thing to do was to forget about him and chalk it up to a crazy night. I had gone to the bookstore to suck a cock, and that's precisely what I got. It just happened to be the big fat cock belonging to the one and only Danny Miller from High School. I had lots of work to do and some plans for the weekend. It was best to concentrate on that and forget about Danny.
The weekend came and went, and I just couldn't get "Danny the cop" out of my mind. Sucking off someone from my past, a kid I barely knew from high school, had me too riled up. I wanted to know more. Is Danny gay? Is he Bi? Does he only just like getting his dick sucked? I wanted some answers, and I was admittedly quite obsessed about it. Wednesday came around again, and I decided another trip to the bookstore was in order. I knew the odds were slim that I would run into him again, but maybe Wednesday nights are his gloryhole nights. It was worth a shot, and I had nothing to lose.
The bookstore parking lot was slightly busier than I remembered from the week before. I didn't have any trouble parking, but that probably meant there were more men in the video booths. I was worried I would walk in and run into Danny right away, and I wondered how I would handle it. I was totally getting off on the thought of sucking him off again, and him not knowing it was me.
The Video booth area was not as busy as I thought it might be with all the cars in the parking lot. The retail store and the video rental section were busier. People renting porn DVD’s. Don’t these people have the internet?
I was relieved and disappointed that I didn't run into Danny automatically. I looked at my watch, and it was about the same time I was here last week. I exchanged a $20 bill for singles with the on-duty clerk, then went into the same booth and waited. I put a few dollars into the video machine, found a gay porn that was most likely filmed in the 80’s, and got as comfortable as I could. The booths were obviously not designed for comfort, considering they were smaller than any closet in my house.
Every time I heard the squeaking swinging doors, I would open the door to see if "Danny the cop" was coming through. 20 minutes had gone by, and I accepted that the odds of a repeat at the same time and place were slim to none. I had almost given up when I heard the swinging doors once again. I peeked out, and there he was. "Danny the cop".
My heart was racing a bit, but I was ready and far less nervous this time. I wasn't worried at all about being arrested or cited. Danny was there for the same reason I was. The booth next to mine remained unoccupied, so I waited. It wasn't long before Danny took occupancy. I heard the video playing from his booth and peeked through the glory hole. Danny was rubbing his cock through his pants. I thought about putting my fingers through the glory hole, but I didn't have to do that because last time, he just shoved his cock in the hole, and I went to work. I decided to wait and see if he would push his cock through as he’d done last week. I waited and waited, and nothing happened. I was about to stick my finger through the hole when his fingers popped through the glory hole. Holy hell! Tonight, "he" wanted to suck some cock. My heart was racing again, and suddenly the thought of "Danny the cop" sucking me off got me hard like nobody's business. I stood up, pulled out my hard cock, and shoved it through the glory hole. Danny wasted no time and started to stroke my cock and tugged on my balls. It wasn’t long before Danny took my cock into his mouth like a pro. "Danny the cop" knew how to work a cock and was sucking me off with a skill that could only rival my own.
I was giving it to him, and he was taking it. I didn’t want it to end. Danny’s oral skills were just too good, and he was just as cock hungry as I was. I was doing everything I could to not cum. Danny was crazy skilled at sucking cock. Danny worked my cock every which way, and I was in heaven. There was no way I was going to last when Danny was sucking me off with absolute skill and determination. I tried, but I just couldn’t hold off another minute. When I was close to cumming, I whispered to let him know. Danny didn’t let up and started sucking my cock harder and faster. I tried harder, but I just couldn't hold back any longer and flooded his mouth with my load. Danny was hungrily sucking my cock so as not miss a drop of cum. He gave my cock the "post blow job" treatment I had denied him last week, licking my cock completely clean. There would be no evidence of even a drop of my seed. I took a deep breath, composed myself, zipped up my pants, and didn't know what to do next. If I walked out of the booth right that second, he would probably be waiting in the hallway. Did it matter at all? I sucked him off, he sucked me off. It is what it is. Fuck it!
I opened the door, and as I expected, Danny was waiting outside in the hallway. He saw me, immediately recognized me, and looked as if he had just seen a ghost. It was more of a shocked expression than anything. His mouth and eyes were definitely wide open with surprise. We both stood there for a moment, which felt like forever, until I slowly moved towards him. When we were face to face, I gently grabbed his cock through his pants, I pressed myself against him, and said. "Thanks for the blow, Danny, I can still taste you from last week!” Yum!!
Danny said nothing and continued to look at me with his eyes and mouth wide open as I walked past him, through the noisy swinging doors.
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