Allen walked slowly down the aisle, occasionally pausing to take a closer look at one of the DVD gem cases.
The store reminded him forcibly of a Block Busters from twenty years ago, if only Block Busters would have had bared, heaving breasts and exposed vaginas on almost every VHS and DVD cover sleeve. He couldn't deny the arousal he felt, pausing to look at a DVD case that showed several petite Asian women dressed in white button up blouses and black and white checkered skirts. The camera angle was from close to the ground looking up with several of the skirts just high enough to show the swell of their butt cheeks from behind with inner lips visible between luscious thigh gaps.
He focused on the sight of those inner lips, the tip of his tongue running lightly over his lips while thinking about what those women would smell like... what they would taste like. He could feel his dick that had started to swell the moment he stepped into the store, but without ever getting hard, his hand occasionally reaching down to stroke himself through the cloth of his slacks.
But there was also his stomach tied in a knot, the queasiness he felt with the occasional surreptitious glance around to see the handful of other men browsing the selections of naked tits and shaved pussies.
Allen gritted his teeth, the tears threatening to come before he angrily forced them away and moved further down the aisle. The titles changed from an Asian theme to step siblings to anonymous encounters, Allen stopping and staring at the dozens of DVD's stacked six shelves high.
Dogging and gangbangs, theaters and gloryholes.
He chanced a quick glance towards the back of the store, a series of green or red lights over a half dozen doors just visible over the shelves, the two doors on the far right with 'Gloryhole' emblazed in gold lettering.
His attention returned to a tape that showed a man's dick thrust through a hole in the wall, a woman in a leather skirt pulled up high enough for her to finger herself while squatting down with the head of the man's dick in her mouth.
It had been years... decades since he had received a blowjob, his eyes flickering up towards the red and green lights over those doors. He stared at the woman squatting on the floor and imagined her waiting, her mouth so warm and wet and inviting behind a hole inside one of those rooms.
Except for the fact that he had yet to see a single woman in the store.
He reached down and rubbed the swell beneath his slacks and stared at the woman on the DVD, her lips wrapped around the head of an anonymous dick, the man beyond that wall unable to see the woman's face, only feel her wet, warm mouth suckling his glans.
Allen felt the muscles of his stomach clench painfully and moved on. If there had only been just one woman in the entire store, then...
Then what? Allen asked himself.
It had indeed been decades since his last blowjob, twenty two years to be precise, since the day of his wedding. He fought back the feeling of loneliness, hopelessness and despair again, the feeling of slowly losing his sanity.
Twenty two years made the nine months since the last time he and his wife had been intimate seem... trivial, but even the trivial could drive someone to the breaking point. He no longer thought of himself as having a wife, only a roommate that could barely stand to be in the same room with him. He honestly couldn't remember the last time his wife had said I love you, the last time she had initiated a hug or a kiss, and it had certainly been years since he had stopped making the effort, of trying even to pretend.
It was certainly true that people grew apart, but he wasn't so sure if it was simply a matter of slowly revealing who they truly had been all along.
Allen blinked, realizing he had been staring at a DVD without actually seeing it for a minute or two, the glossy image picturing two women with their heads between each other's legs while two blokes were positioned behind each fucking them. Allen could actually see one of the men's shafts penetrating the woman on top, the girl beneath leaning up with her tongue pressed against a pair cream covered labia and hard shaft.
Allen glanced up when one of the green lights changed to red, watched from the corner of his eye when a man walked up to the door next to the one that had just been occupied and stepped inside.
Allen moved down the isle, the DVD's on display identical in that they each had a single woman, usually on her knees, surrounded by groups of men, a little farther down the isle, a little closer to the doors along the back wall, and the DVD's featured women with their faces covered in semen, women on their backs in pools of cum surrounded by men waiting to add a little more.
The door on the back wall opened, the man he had seen step inside walk out while he adjusted his pants, another man quickly slipping in to close the door behind him.
Allen had missed seeing who had entered the first door. He pictured the woman in the leather skirt kneeling while she reached between her legs with one hand, waiting for a hard dick to be shoved through the hole in the wall.
