This was a very rare day off, when all my chores were done. No yard to rake, car to wash, laundry to do or any other mundane task to keep my hands busy. In other words, it was starting off to be a very boring day. I began passing the time by surfing a bit of porn, which in actuality, just made things worse. I was bored out of my mind. Having a little jingle in my pocket, I thought to myself, "what the heck, why not go to the boats" (the boats being gambling casinos). They're located about an hours drive away, which is a very good thing. If they were any closer, I'd go there a lot more frequently, which could be a very expensive hobby. So I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't lose more than $100, and off I went.
An hours drive can provide a lot of time for the mind to wander, especially when the familiar radio stations begin to fade to static with distance. Like two different colored crayons melted together to make a totally different 3rd color, the excitement and anticipation of the lights and sounds of the casinos, coupled with the stimulation of the prior porn, had somehow manifested itself into pure horniness. I came to a stoplight near the casinos, and googled "porn near me" in hopes of finding a strip club, or something similar. Google quickly replied, telling me that I was only 1.5 miles away from an adult bookstore and video arcade. I pressed the tab "directions", and off I went.
When I pulled into the parking lot, the place didn't look bad. Most of the parking was off to the side, and not too visible from the street. Even though I'm about 80 miles from home, I couldn't help but to be nervous about someone recognizing me or my car. I walked in, and found it a bit odd that, even though there were about 8 cars in the parking lot, there was only one other person in the bookstore, an older guy behind the counter. What with all the porn I could possibly view at home on my computer, I really wasn't the slightest bit interested in a magazine, so I asked the guy "where can I watch videos?" He replied with a smirk "back there", and pointed towards a door. I asked him for a roll of quarters, but he told me that it costs ten bucks to get in, and you can watch as much as you would like. I quickly gave him $10, and off I went.
The room was dark, illuminated only by a large tv in the common area, with about 3 black lights, strategically scattered down a horseshoe shaped hallway maze, bordered by doors on both sides. A harmony of moans resonated from the assortment of videos playing on contiguous loops from the many different booths. My eyes hadn't adjusted from the brightly lit room I had just walked out of, so all I could see was the silhouettes of a handful of people, which explained the mystery of where the drivers of all the cars parked outside where at.
My heart was about to jump out of my chest. I was nervous as hell, and needed a place to hide for a moment or two, to get my wits together, and allow my eyes get adjusted to the dimness. I went to the first booth I came to, turned the knob, and it was locked (occupied). I went to the next door, only to find the same scenario. The 3rd door was ajar, so I went in and quickly locked it behind me. Alone in a booth with nothing but a folding metal chair, a small waste can, and a 1970's style porn video with the quality of an old VCR tape. It was only ten bucks, but I was hoping to get more for my money than this. After a few moments of Ron Jeremy doing his dance to the familiar porn-style music, I thought I'd walk around, and see if all the booths where playing the same type of bullshit budget porn.
My eyes had adjusted to the dark, so I opened the door, to walk around a bit, and see what there was to see. There were no girls in the arcade, only guys meandering around in a zombie like pace. It could have just been my nervousness, but I couldn't help but feeling like I was being checked out. I have to admit, it wasn't a bad feeling. Most of the guys were much older than me, or much larger than me, but the one thing we all had in common was, we were all horny as hell. I chuckled under my breath a bit, when I realized that I too, was meandering around the place, in a zombie like manner, checking everyone out!
When I got to the end of the horseshoe shaped hallway of booths, I turned around and went the opposite direction. When I again got to the common area where the big screen tv was playing, a guy about my age rounded the corner heading the opposite direction, and almost bumped into me. We did an awkward dance where we both accidently went to the same direction trying to avoid each other, only to still be standing in each other's way. The awkwardness continued, as we both repeated zigging to the other direction. We said our "pardon me's", and passed each other. I continued my meandering, until I got to the other leg of the horseshoe, and like a bear in a shooting gallery, turned around, and headed in the other directions. I didn't get far.
Apparently the guy I bumped into had turned around and followed me down the hallway. He had a door to a booth opened, and as he was about to walk into it, and nodded his head downward towards the booth next to it. It was obvious that he wanted me to go into that booth, so without giving it any thought, I did. The first and immediate thing I did was to lock the door behind me. Last thing I wanted was to be robbed, or attacked in a video arcade, so I wasn't taking any chances. This video was much better than the first one, more contempered and DVD quality. As I unfolded my chair, I quickly realized that the quality of the video, wasn't the reason he wanted me to occupy this booth. Surprised doesn't even begin to describe my reaction when I noticed that the that the excess light I was seeing, was coming through the football sized hole, that was separating our two booths.
I was about have a heart attack, my heart was pounding a mile a minute. Is he a cop? He might be a cop! How would I know whether he's a cop or not? Then, in an instant, it became blatantly obvious, he wasn't a cop. The sound of his pants unzipping, and his belt hitting the floor, made it clear that if he was a cop. Surely, no cop would be the first to drop his pants in an obvious case of entrapment.
I didn't know exactly what to do, but what I did know was that I knew I was as hard as I've ever been. I glanced thru the hole, and sure enough, his pants were on the floor. I figured that if I didn't do something, he would re-dress, and be gone, so I followed suit, and slowly began to take my pants off. Even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was bent over and watching. "Maybe he's wanting to make sure I'M not a cop" I thought to myself. To eliminate any doubt, I pulled my cock out, and started stroking it, with hopes he was watching - and he was. As he increased the intensity that he was stroking his cock, it assured me that this must have been exactly what he wanted to see. I positioned my chair facing the hole, because I wanted to watch him stroking his cock. I've watched guys stroking their cocks on porn videos before, but never in real life. In fact, I've never seen a cock in person before. That was quickly about to change.
