Ever since that first time, the time I tasted my first cock, I had thought about doing it again. How would I do it without jeopardizing a friendship or worrying about what other people would think of me? After all, I wasn't really gay or anything; I just really liked the way it made me feel to suck cock. What a weird paradox!
I had driven by an ABS - Cupids - on my way home from college often. I've entered the parking lot, but never had the courage to get out of my car. I had heard about the things that went on there in an anthropology class. Imagine that - an anthropologist actually studied the people who visited adult book stores in an attempt to learn about the subculture. Working up the balls to actually enter was the hardest part for me. What if I ran in to someone I knew? What if someone found out?
Once I worked up the nerve - after being out drinking one night - I decided it was the time for me to pay my first visit.
I went into the store feeling a bit conspicuous. Everyone in there knew what I was there for that night. I walked around the store and pretended to be interested in the DVDs on the shelves. Eventually, I came to the swinging double-doors which led to the booths area. I went in, sat on a stool, and played a game on one of their video machines.
I noticed that there were about eight other guys in the long dark hallway. Most of them were leaning against the walls while a few others were going in and out of booths in an odd version of musical chairs. For the most part, they were older guys. I was probably only 21 or 22 at the time - most of them could be my father. Some of them seemed very shady to say the least. How could I possibly go down on one of these guys!
