I nervously walk around outside the entrance, an overwhelming longing to just do this consuming me. I think about it almost every day. Certainly every time I masturbate. It ranks number one on my fantasy list. I have watched every video online that I can find. Have read all the stories. I need it. I crave it. I HAVE to do it!
I open the door, ID in hand. Smiling uncertainly at the lady behind the counter, I watch as she glances at my ID then back at me. In a bored voice she says, "Let me know if I can help you find anything."
I reply, "Will do," and saunter off. I browse the aisles, looking at the covers of more porn movies than any one person could ever watch. I love the ones with the pretty blonde girls on their knees, looking up, a cock prominently pointing straight towards their mouth.
I feel my cock stirring to life, that first wiggle that lets me know the blood is flowing. I brush my hand over it, a light rub. I glance around and see the store is mostly empty, just a few other guys browsing the porn aisles. A quick look towards the back of the store shows no one around.
I find movies to look at as I ease towards the prize I have been seeking for so long. Just the thought of being this close to attaining that prized goal has my cock hardening into an uncomfortable rod. I reach down and adjust myself .
Finally I'm there. Decision time is at hand. Do I have the courage to do this? Will I chicken out and always wonder? No, I will do it! And I will do it today.
I see the booth where you pay to enter the private back room, a sign listing prices posted. I quickly get the appropriate amount of cash out and hand it to the person behind the counter. He doesn't even glance up from the book he is reading as he takes it and gestures me towards the closed door.
Snatching the door open I hurry through, anxious to begin this journey I have dreamed of for so long. I see a hallway of doors, all closed. I walk to the second on the left, always my favorite stall in the restroom.
I try it but it's locked. I stand for a second, uncertain. Then I move down a couple doors and try another. It opens and I enter. It is dark, the walls painted an unrelieved black, with a single red bulb glowing overhead. A bench lining one wall. The smell of sex is strong in the air.
And there before me, I see it. The thing that has possessed my thoughts, consumed my masturbating hours. The glory hole! It was about five inches tall and five inches wide. Lined with soft black velvet.
I touch the velvet, feel the slight stickiness left over from those brave souls that came before me. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, seeing how this will play out in my mind. My cock sliding along the velvet and being enveloped by a different kind of velvet, a warm, wet mouth.
Now, I tell myself. I'm here and it's time. I slowly slide my zipper down, enjoying the anticipation of what is to come. My button pops free and my pants slither down my legs, pooling around my ankles.