I was about thirty five, already married and happily so. But much to my sorrow, I'd been having these fantasies about having sex with another man. Then my high school class reunion came up and I drove to the party, only men, no wives or girlfriends with Wayne a high school buddy of mine.
For years I'd frequented adult bookstores. I would look around the shop a little pretending to be interested in buying something from the store. After what I felt was a sufficient amount of time browsing I would get tokens from the clerk, always hesitating to look directly at him so as not acknowledge what I was about to do.
Over the years I've visited many adult bookstores so I could enjoy the glory holes. Some were great, some were really horrid, but all satisfied my need for cock. For the most part, I would just give a blowjob or two and then leave, but on rare occasions I would get my cock sucked.
After a while the door to the next booth would open then close. Of course I would have my cock out stroking it. Looking at the hole and not knowing what a Glory Hole was at that time I would see a finger come through the hole and tap on the bottom of it.
. I don't really have any attraction to a man but show me a hard cock standing tall and it makes my mouth water! I'm a long time married guy that has fucked more women than I can count on all my digits. Eating pussy was my forte, but nothing has turned me on as much as sucking a cock to completion.
After a few drinks I would get up the nerve to go to a local adult bookstore that had video booths. On my first visit I noticed that there were holes about dick height in the walls between the booths and wondered what they were for?
He watched in amazement as women would go into a booth at a peep show or adult bookstore and an anonymous man would insert his cock through a hole in the wall. The woman would then rub it, lick it, suck it, deep throat it, rub their breasts on it and even put it in their pussies or assholes.
One Saturday night I was horny and in the mood to suck some cock so I went to my favorite adult XXX bookstore. I paid my three dollars for tokens and went upstairs to the gay video booths. I made a quick check and since it was a little early none of the booths were occupied so I decided to just wait it out.
A typical adult bookstore, the smell the disinfectant permeated the air and there was a counter up front for the cashier and then rows of adult movies and magazines in the middle arranged front to back.
Besides discovering the joys of sucking dicks I've reconnected with Linda and old girlfriend and briefly moved in with her in her mobile home in Kennedale. This had a double pay off. Besides living with Linda, it put me less than fifteen minutes from the adult bookstores with the viewing booths.
I've visited our local adult bookstore several times now, usually only when my wife Barbara is out of town. I'm not sure I could think up any excuse good enough to explain to her why I wanted to head out late in the evening, alone, and without needing anything at the store. Last Friday night happened to be one of those rare occasions.
Behind the beaded curtain was two hallways, each of which was lined with booths. There were ten booths in each row, totaling forty booths in all. It was very dark back there but as our eyes adjusted that soon faded into a dim light. We could see that above each booth was a little green light that indicated whether or not the booth was occupied. On the wall in front of them was a big glass display case that showed the box cover of the movie that ...
I have always enjoyed visiting adult bookstores from time to time. It seemed to be one of my dirty pleasures. I would scan the various selections but always found myself returning to gay or bi videos. I considered myself straight so this made my interest in such videos all the more curious to me. I started to imagine myself being seduced by a man who took my cock into his mouth, making me cum, playing with my ass, rimming me and eventually ...