My desire for cock was insatiable. I would meet with guys whenever my now ex was at work. Sneaking blowjobs and getting fucked by guys whenever the opportunity presented itself. My relationship was already on the rocks as is was, me thinking about my next cock more than how to repair things with my girl wasn't helping the situation any. It finally came to a head and we ended things, not so amicably either. Buying her out of our place set me back, but it was money well spent in my opinion.
It also opened the door for me to freely meet with guys anytime I wanted. That first month of being single I spent on my knees, all fours or on my back. Taking all cummers as it were. I joined some gay dating sites and just went for it, meeting and dating another woman was the last thing on my mind. I had even started hitting the adult bookstores again. I found a great one about thirty to forty minutes from me, close enough so the drive wasn't bad, far enough away that I didn't have to worry about running into anyone I might know.
The shop was generally pretty busy, the the family who owned it well aware of what went on in the viewing area and were cool with it as long as money was spent. For an hourly "video rental" fee, I could spend as much time as the cash in my pocket allowed, with whomever was willing to feed or fuck me. If my online activities were a bust, as they apparently were today, the action at the store was always a guaranteed back up plan.
As stated, not much was going on in the chat rooms. Despite plenty of chat and intentions, it just wasn't working out for me. Usual excuses of distance, not being able to get out now but some other time, my wife is in the other room... I heard them all, I did manage to set up some time later in the week though. Even my regular couldn't get out, his son had his car for the day. A little bummed I had to leave the house, I logged out. It was still early, so I did my weekly chores around the house and got ready for an evening at the ABS.
Showered and ready for the day, the only thing I had to do was figure out what to wear. I guess I could be considered a twink, boyish looks, even in my mid 30's, 5'8" and a lean 130 lbs and topped off with a golden mop of blonde hair. Naturally smooth, my pubes close cut and neatly trimmed. While I am not a cross-dresser, I did dabble in some women's underwear, panties, pantyhose, anything nylon or spandex really. Lucky for me, a recently purchased pair of "exercise" shorts fit the bill.
The black nylon shorts, with a black solid spandex stripe down the sides, were nearly as transparent as my intentions for the evening. In the proper light, the front and back left nothing to the imagination, my cock neatly balled in front, the rear perfectly fitting the round globes of my ass. I did have to wear a pair of cargo shorts over them, no sense advertising to the general public. A tight t-shirt and some running shoes completed my outfit. I grabbed my wallet and keys, stuffed a bottle of lube in my shorts and I was out the door.
I pulled into the lot around 5:30 in the evening, pleased to see a good amount of cars there. Feeling confident in my odds I strode through the entrance way. The place a relatively busy, at least the busiest I had seen it in my times there. People were everywhere, down the aisles looking through the movies for sale, browsing through magazines and even couples checking out the lingerie and toys. A few guys were milling about, hovering between a wall of movies and the viewing area, a few of them casting sly glances at the entrance.
The girl behind the counter finished ringing out a customer as I walked up. She's cute, and also the daughter of the owners, as she smiles at me in recognition. We had some flirty exchanges the first few times I visited the shop. I might have had a chance with her at one point, but she was well aware of my reason for being here now.
"I have three stalls and the buddy booth open, the gay stuff is viewable on channels 8 through 12." She offered before I had to ask.
"Uh, I'll take the buddy booth please." I replied as I handed her my card. "Keep it open for me please."
She smiled again, nodding towards the viewing area. "Have fun, looks like you could have a busy night ahead of you."
"That's what I'm hoping for."
With a smile and a wink I made my way through the curtain into the short hallway that led to the viewing area, making eye contact with a particularly handsome older gentleman. I could almost feel his eyes on me as I rounded a corner and headed down the hall to my booth. I have had a weakness for older men ever since the first time I was with a man. When I was 18 I had, somewhat reluctantly, blown the owner of a bookstore in the town I lived in. While not a distinguished man, he left an impression. One that stuck through nearly all of my subsequent meetings. I did have fun with guys my age, but it was so much better with men of a certain age. They knew what they wanted and took it.
Between the curtain and the hall, the long hallway of the viewing booths were fairly private, almost like they were made for anonymous sex. I slipped my shorts off before heading down the booth hallway, a show in case anyone was looking. Seven stalls lined the right side of the hallway, with five on the left. The first and last booths on the left were buddy booths, luckily the last booth on the left was mine. The sounds of sex filled my ears as I walked down the hall, one stall was definitely not from the video playing. I envied whoever was on their knees, hoping to be in their position shortly.
