Until a few years ago, I'd never had a man to man encounter, but plenty of fantasies. I finally tried it, getting together with men I'd met in online chat rooms. I'm married, and have been for nearly fifteen years, with no intention of getting a divorce. So, beyond just fulfilling my sexual desires, I needed any meeting to be discreet, safe, and for my partner to have a place for it to happen.
The experiences I did have were limited to three men, with none of the short relationships overlapping. Sex was simple and straight-forward, with the major thrill coming from the taboo of being with another male. The way things worked out, the other man always became the dominate partner. Of course, I was instrumental in making that happen. My big fantasy from the start was being a bottom for a hot top.
After it became reality, I found it enjoyable being used by another man for his pleasure. I insisted, however, a condom and lubricant always be used for anal penetration to avoid disease and pain.
My last relationship ended in January. Like the two liaisons before, our meetings seemed to dwindle until they just ceased altogether. A big reason for it happening I realized was me. The newness in each of the relationships had worn off and sex seemed mechanical.
Driving by an adult video store this summer on a hot Thursday afternoon, I decided on a whim to check it out. I thought it might be interesting. My previous visit to one was long ago in a different city.
My expectation, however, was not much had changed in a triple-X shop since then and now, other than DVD's replacing video tapes. Pulling into the parking lot, I noticed there were quite a few parked cars.
As I stepped through the door, a white patron standing in front of a nearby rack of adult magazines looked my way to check me out. I'm less than six feet tall, slender, with nice legs, a well-rounded butt, and very little body hair. I have blonde hair, cut slightly long. Dressed for the heat, I had on a tee-shirt, cut-off jean shorts, and sandals. I wasn't wearing underwear.
The man giving me the once-over with his eyes was in great physical shape, his tee-shirt stretched across his broad chest, highlighting his muscular build. He had on long jeans and boots. Good looking with a tan, I guessed him to be in his mid-thirties and an outdoor construction worker.
A grubby little dark-skinned man working behind the store's counter was evaluating me, too. He had scraggly dark hair, needed a shave, and had a protruding belly paunch. He had a hairy look. I figured him to be middle-Eastern and close to fifty years old.
Approaching the counter I asked, "Do I get tokens here or inside the movie viewing area?"
"You buy a minimum dollar amount here. Once inside, you can put money in the booth machines." I noticed after giving him money I would be getting some coupons rather than tokens. That was something new since my last video store foray. While he was ringing up the cash register, I looked down at an open magazine on the counter top he'd been reading when I came in. The pages had the naked pictures of two male hunks, each with their pubic hair shaved off. One was on his knees, sucking the other guy's hard cock.
"Enjoy," the counter man said with a leer, handing over my change and the coupons.
Heading to the movie viewing area, I knew both men were watching me walk away. I took my time, making sure they got a good look at the moving cheeks of my rounded ass. In a perverse thought, I hoped it had the grubby middle-Eastern counter man drooling.
Going from the main portion of the adult video store into the movie section was an immediate transition from light to dark. A dim-lit corridor ran between booths laid out in a maze. A red light glowed on one of the front booths with the door shut, indicating it was occupied. The sound of moans from a film playing inside the closed booth was clearly audible.
Mid-way into the movie section, the corridor became a square juncture, branching off in two directions to split twice more in opposite ways on either side. Within the juncture, three shadowy white men were clumped together, chatting while eyeing me sauntering toward them.
Two of the men were older than me, the other younger. I judged him to be in his early twenties. They had different body types, but all had average builds. As I came close, they gave me a nod in greeting. The younger also smiled, saying, "Hi." I returned his greeting while nodding back at the others. The three of them had a hand to their crotch, rubbing a bulge from their cock beneath the pants material. With the tenting of his baggy shorts, it was clear the twenty-something man had a huge hard-on.
Being curious, however, I passed them by, moving into the darkened corridor on my right. There was a booth to the left, door closed, with the red light on to show it was occupied. Making an inverted L to the right, I came to a viewing booth isolated by the corridor's lay-out. The red light was on, but instead of being closed, the booth door stood open.
Peering into the cubicle illuminated by the flickering light of a wall-mounted television, a skinny white man was sitting on a wall bench with his pants undone, watching a fuck movie, and jacking off. He looked at me and smiled, inviting me to join him with a gesture of his free hand.
I shook my head no. I still wanted to explore the place. I retraced my steps half-way back down the corridor to take a split-off I'd bypassed earlier.
Again, I came to an occupied booth with the door open. Inside, an older white Daddy-type sat on a wall bench having his stiff cock sucked by a young white man down on his knees. Unable to see it in the murky light, I could only imagine how filthy the floor had to be. Looking up at me, the older white man getting a blow job grinned, giving me a wink. I stood in place, planning to watch for a few minutes. I was a turn-on, seeing the cocksucker's head bobbing up and down, leaving a glistening sheen of saliva on the bench-sitter's cock. Suddenly, without warning, I felt someone touching me from behind in the near-dark, rubbing and squeezing my ass with one hand, while craning to look past me into the booth.
At first, I stiffened from the surprise contact, but relaxed as I got into the hot sight and slurping sounds of the man-to-man action. In back of me, the man quit playing with my butt and I could hear the sound of a zipper being opened. Almost immediately afterward, he pressed into me and I could feel the thick length of his hard cock grinding against my jean-covered butt. "Want to caress that nasty cock, baby," he whispered. "Reach back."
I slid an arm behind me and down, touching the smooth bulbous head of his cock with my fingertips. It was slick with pre-cum seeping from the piss slit. I wiggled my butt back into him, a feeling of lust surging through me.
"Oh, yeah, that's good," he said, before backing off slightly, creating space for me to completely grasp his cock in my hand. "Do it, baby. Fondle my meat while you keep watching that whore gobble cock."
I stroked his prick. He was not only thick, but long. When I skimmed the flesh of his hard rod with my fingers, he groaned in ecstasy, dipping his head to kiss the side of my neck. I was hot with desire; turned-on with unexpected pleasure.
But, I had to stop. Hooking-up with a total stranger in a grimy video store was too risky; the whole thing too sleazy. "I can't," I said, releasing his cock and pulling away. Turning, I squeezed past the man, leaving him to be a voyeur alone.
In getting by him, I had my first full glimpse of the man whose cock I'd been handling. He was middle-aged, balding, white man with a heavy-set body. His face had a look of surprise at my abrupt flight.
The end of the darkened corridor turned in an upside-down L leading to another dead-end booth. Like the booth I'd fled from, the occupancy light was glowing red while the door to the movie-lit cubicle was left ajar. Within, a squat, extremely hairy white man stood eyeing a gay fuck film, completely naked, idly fingering his big semi-hard cock.
The biggest thing to have changed since my last visit to a video store was the open sexual activity. Visible nudity, which was also a new wrinkle, was almost a bland happening in comparison. I was amazed by it all, although to be honest, I liked the change. Although I'd never be so bold to expose myself, I didn't have the nerve to do it in public.
Looking out at me, the hairy man waggled his cock in his hand, saying, "You want to suck me hard?" I shook my head no, still staring at his big cock. Although not fully erect, I could tell it well beyond normal size. His hairy ball sac was larger than most men's, too. With a bushy tangle of wiry pubic hair, his pelvic area had a nasty hot appeal. Without forethought, I reached out and took his fat prick into my hand.
At first, it felt warm and fleshy soft to the touch, but quickly grew into a rock-hard shaft. "Suck it," the man told me. "You know you want to."
"Do it, baby," a voice whispered in my ear. It was the man I'd left at the last booth. Pressing his body tight to mine, he reached around my waist to grope my cock through my shorts. "You left in too much of a hurry. You missed seeing the cocksucker's mouth getting flooded with cum. The whore couldn't gulp it fast enough. It was oozing out past his lips and running down his chin. Damn, it got me hot, making me want to fuck you." Still holding the hairy man's big cock in my hand, I said over my shoulder, "I don't intend on doing anything here. So, don't get the idea it's going to happen."
"Then maybe you should let go of the guy's cock," he replied, unsnapping the waist button of my jeans. Unzipping them, he shoved a hand inside my pants to grasp my cock, causing me to get hard. For me, it heightened an internal struggle between lust and reason. I wanted to let go, submitting to desire; but there were a lot of factors against doing it, including not having a condom. I had no expectation the man carried one. "No underwear, good," the man said upon discovering I wasn't wearing any. "It makes things easy."
