The Times I've Had

As you've probably figured, I love taboo sexual shit. One hundred percent heterosexual male with a bigger brain in my dick than my skull.

Up till around 1985 my adventures were fueled by my sexual imagination. Fuck, I was mid to late into my twenties with out of control hormones and a wife constantly working as a travel nurse. She and I called her a nurse mercenary because she got sent to struggling nursing facilities to put them on the right track with her strong commitment to elderly care and professional demeanor. Our sex life took a back seat to her profession.

Now, a younger married guy like myself NEEDED sexual relief pretty often. I went down many roads to get my sex fix.

Exhibitionism/voyeurism at first while risky allowed me some stimulation without actually cheating on my wife. Of course, the inevitable happened and opportunities would come up and luckily I'd get some strange and discreet pussy, a hand job or even a blow job from females. It happened a bit more often than ever I hoped it might.

It was in the mid eighties while I was still apprenticing and my on the job training sent me to different cities to practice my trade. In my first big city I discovered an adult bookstore with all the porn one could ask for and quarter video booths. At first I would just go in one and check out all the items from toys to extreme hardcore magazines that lined the shelves and walls. After a couple of visits I eventually got the nerve up to check out the video booths.

Being a heterosexual male I'd only view the m/f videos. I paid little attention to the all male clientele feeling those men were like me in a way, just going to a kinky arena with visual stimulation.

Going into a booth, watching a hardcore video, ( I had never seen truly HARDCORE porn before) I got instantly hard and being in the private booth I jacked off. I only used four quarters before I shot my load into a wad of paper towels the ABS kept stacked on the corner of the little bench for us perves.

Eventually one of these ABS's opened in the small town neighboring my town only nine miles away. It had an alley entrance so people that wanted to sneak inside without being easily discovered could sneak in.. This ABS wasn't as up to date as the established ones in the larger city. It was more of a quickly thrown together venue to beat the upcoming council vote that was coming to prevent such a business from getting a foothold selling adult materials. Established businesses wouldn't be affected.

The shelves and booths were all built with cheap OSB board and painted very dark brown throughput. Eight mm videos projected through a opening in the back wall of the booths onto a white sheet of poster paper stapled to the door. A stool was provided to sit on similar to a bar stool before they finally built benches.

I visited this ABS at least once a week and only rarely encountered a familiar face. I did see couples from time to time browsing the "Toys" that were on display but I didn't recognize any of these couples.

I don't know how many visits I had made or quarters I had spent before I noticed movement in the projector enclosure behind me. Shit, the only other person in the place as far as I could tell was the guy working the counter. I didn't cum that day and left pretty soon after that discovery because the thought of being spied by a fag didn't appeal to me. It was weeks before I decided to go back and there was going to have to be some other patrons there for me to stay.

There were several people there and to my surprise a chunky lady was working the counter. I exchanged a few ones for some quarters and proceeded to the video booth area where the videos by room number were on display. I decided on one that was titled " Celebrity Beginnings " and had pictures of popular actresses and actors in grainy black and white images on the cover.

Now being on eight mm film at the time it was a bit of a risk of a quarter or two if the movie was at the end and all that credit shit was rolling when you dropped in your quarter. That was the case with this particular video. I sat in the dark room waiting for the credits to finish and noticed a hole in the wall light up. I leaned down to look through it and saw a guy steadily jerking his cock. When my video finally started it lit my booth up so I sat straight up staring at my screen. I hadn't released my cock from my jeans but I was rubbing the hell out of it. His room would go dark for a short bit before I'd hear him insert another quarter and illuminate his booth. Mine would stop for insertion of another quarter and from the darkness I would steal a peek through the opening and see the man now jerking with his pants around his feet.

If he didn't care I didn't care so when my video lit up my room the next time my cock was in my hand getting worked over. These dark to light events went on repeating until one time I glanced down and fingers appeared through the hole. I zipped the fuck up and rolled the hell out of there.

I didn't know shit about gay practices and had never actually met an openly gay man as far as that goes. It was a few weeks before I went back to the bookstore. I had read some articles that enlightened me to some of the things gay men did. I learned the holes were referred to as "glory holes" and provided closeted fags some anonymity to play with or even suck a cock. The more open queers would even talk through the hole to you.

I was better prepared mentally when I made my next visit. I was comfortably seated, pumping my dick in a booth when fingers started circling the perimeter of the hole. When my side went dark I snuck a peek and a gentleman in a suit was sitting straight up watching his video. I dropped a quarter and almost immediately a hand came through the hole. "Ok, he wants to help." I thought so I slid over closer and his hand gently began sliding up and down my hard cock. His hand was extremely soft and warm and felt incredible on my cock. His room went dark and his hand withdrew, I figured he was going to drop another quarter and he did and his room lit back up. My room went dark and when my quarter dropped lighting my room up I expected to see his hand but was shocked as fuck when about seven thick inches of hard cock was sticking through the hole.

"Goddamn" I mumbled low, I was thinking, "That's about seven inches, through a three inch thick wall." This motherfucker was packing at least ten inches. I was mesmerized looking at it. "Fuck, he wants me to lend a hand now." I was thinking. All I could do was look at it. He pulled it back through and disappeared.

I took a deep breath and changed rooms. A few of the "occupied" lights were on so I stepped into one between two other occupied rooms. "There were no holes in these walls but I hadn't checked the video board so when I dropped my quarter I was looking at a man deepthroating a big cock on the video screen. I watched as they appeared to both be really enjoying themselves. I was glued to the screen. Now out of quarters I walked out but the events filled my thoughts and fueled my imagination.

I managed to get my wife to give me a blow job through the use of a mixed drink and a few bong hits that weekend but I was now wondering if a man could do it better. Anne gives good head when she's high so I rewarded her by licking her to her own orgasm.

With the thought of being sucked off by a guy in my head the next time I visited the ABS I started getting hard. While I was checking the patrons in the store wondering which one might suck me through the hole I paid special attention to their shoes so I could possibly put a face to the mouth when the time came because you could look down through the hole and see their feet. Black business suit shoes, joggers, canvas tennis, work boots. A variety for sure. To the booth I knew had a gloryhole but not really caring which video was playing.

I had my pants at my knees and my hard cock in my hand when a hand came through the hole. I stood this time and pointed my cock at the hole. The hand grasped it and pulled me toward the hole and released it and I heard a low voice say, "Put it through."

I pushed my cock through the hole until my gut was firmly against the wall. I was repaid by the warmth and moisture of a welcoming and hungry mouth. That motherfucker was growling, slurping, licking and sucking my cock like he hadn't eaten in days. He nibbled my foresking and inserted his tongue inside of it licking my piss slit. I whispered a warning, "I'm gonna cum."

When he heard that he started sucking vigorously and the cum erupted. He gulped and swallowed not missing a drop. "Thank you" he said as he left. I wasn't far behind and out the door I went. I forgot about the shoes.

I got a lot of anonymous blow jobs through those holes and even a couple from women and at least one couple before they closed their doors forever. "Now what?" lingered in my head. I now looked at gays with a different perspective on their choices.