A rainy, fall afternoon I made my first trip to the Fantasy Boutique. It's an adult bookstore in the edge of Philadelphia with toys, DVDs, magazines, and also has private dances, private viewing booths, and a three room theater.
I walked in casually enough, and made my way straight back to where I realized they had girls giving private dances. On the opposite side of the hallway is the bill acceptor to allow access to the booths.
I gave my admission and found an empty booth. Many of them were unoccupied, and there were several men milling around in the common area. I entered booth number four. I put a few dollars in and browsed the selection of videos. They had everything. EVERYTHING!
I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my cock. I kept glancing at the hole that led to booth five, but had no offers.
After watching a handful of clips on the TV, I decided to make my way to the theater.
Back into the lobby and to the left. I pay admission, and in we go. It's so dark it takes a moment to collect your bearings.
The first room has a large projection screen showing a young girl getting double teamed by two well endowed men. There were about three rows of seats occupied sparsely by two men jerking off, and two older, black men, sleeping.
I continued on to the room showing gay porn. Two muscular jocks were pounding away at one another as the only man in there was asleep.
I moved further back, and went down a small hallway with a small monitor playing shemale porn. So, I sat, and discreetly stroked my cock on the bench. A few men would stop and look and comment on my cock.
