"I don't know how he did it, every day in those white tights." I thought to myself, as I pulled a pair of tights up my legs. The semi opaque white spandex stretched around my hardening cock. How the actor who played Robin, in the '66 Batman tv show, wore those tights without walking around hard all day, I'd never know. A wet spot forming on my tights as I slipped into my jogging pants and finished putting my street clothes on. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.
I had joined a site that had lists of local cruising spots. I had only been to one ABS that had a gloryhole and had some fun with the owner, but that had been a long time ago and it had since shuttered it's doors. There were quite a few listing, a few of them close by. A little too close for my liking though. One listing I kept looking at was about a half hour away from me, it had a lot of promise. It was far enough away that I wouldn't be too at risk of running into anyone I knew and if the reviews written about it were to be believed, there would plenty of action. That was my destination for this evening.
I made good time getting there. I pulled into Variety Books, the parking lot had a few cars in it already. I sat for a couple minutes, getting the nerve up to go in, even though I was ready for cock, I was still nervous. I readied myself and went in.
The store was nice and clean, if a bit brighter than I expected, a couple of guys milling about between the rows of videos and toys. I spotted a guy at the counter give the clerk some money and head towards the back of the store and duck behind a curtained off wall. That's where the booths were, from what the site had said. Booth is a bit of a stretch though, according to the reviews, the "booths" were more or less curtained cubicles, no doors.
I sheepishly asked the man behind the counter how much it was to go behind the curtain.
"Five dollars for twenty minutes, ten dollars for an hour. We have movies loaded or you can pick from one of the open movies over there," he pointed to a shelf of movies against the wall to the right. "What would you like?"
I planned on spending some time here. "I'll take an hour." I said, handing him a twenty.
He gave me my change. "You're in number six, feel free to pick something out or just head on back. Have fun, and be courteous, clean up if you make a mess please." he said kindly.
I walked behind the curtain and looked down the hall. There were seven booths to my right and five on the left. I walked down the hall to my booth, three out of the seven booth on my side and two more on the other were in use. The faint glow of the video screen lighting shining out under the curtain clearance.
A guy looked out from behind his curtain as I approached mine, eyeing me up and down. He was an older guy, mid 50's, salt and pepper hair, decent looking. As I got closer he opened his curtain more. I was a bit nervous when he motioned me over to him.
This was it, what I came here for. I walked over to him, he opened his curtain more, his cock was in his hand. I put my hand to my own cock, feeling it harden in my loose pants, as I eyed his dick. He reached out and put his hand over mine guiding my hand up and down over the smooth material. I couldn't help let out a soft moan.
He took my hand away and pulled me into the booth. A guy on the screen was surrounded by six or seven cocks, one deep in his throat. The man in the booth began to feel my ass and cock. His hands moved to my sides and slowly pulled my pants down, exposing my white tights and hard cock. I let out a soft moan as he leaned in and licked the length of my 6" cock. I shivered with excitement as I felt his wet tongue through the soft material.
He pulled my tights down and quickly took my dick into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth had me leaking even more pre-cum, he went to work on my throbbing member. He worked wonders with his mouth, expertly working between sucking and licking, it was more than I could handle. I weakly told him slow down, I was ready to cum. I don't know if he heard me, or if he really wanted me to blow my load, but he went at it with more vigor. I was too far gone now, I grabbed his head as I bucked and shot rope after rope of my seed down his throat. He swallowed eagerly, and finished by milking me for every drop.
With that, he got up and left the booth. I pulled my tights and pants up and went over to my booth. Flush with having cum so quickly I barely noticed the video already playing on the screen. The guy behind the counter must have known what I was here for, on the screen was a guy sucking a fat cock through a homemade gloryhole, grunts and loud slurping noises filled my booth. I quickly regained my erection watching the scene play out.
As I watched the movie, I slipped off my pants and pulled off my sweat-shirt. I stood in my tights and a tight tank top. I thought how hot I looked, the only downfall, I kept my sneakers on, who knew what these floors had been through. I sat in my chair and started massaging myself, working my thighs, sliding up my sides to my hard nipples, back down to my cock and smooth balls.
"Nice view sissy," a voice from behind broke me out of my masturbatory haze, "You look like you need some of this."
