I found myself there more by accident than on purpose. Or so I tell myself anyway. The fact of the matter is that I was yearning for this new experience for quite some time. There was just something enticing about man to me even though I was (and still am) quite the ladies man. For years I was "curious". My first true step was to buy a Bi video. The sight I found, repulsive the first time though. Seeing a man penetrating another man nauseated me. I put the video away. In time enough I cam back to it and watched it all the way through. Then again, and again until I was desensitized to the new reality of man on man sex. Soon I found my distaste replaced with a dark, forbidden arousal.
Before long I was purchasing gay mags and dildos. I would ride the dildos as I masturbated to the videos and magazine images. Soon my passive curiosity started moving to the next level and began to wonder how to turn my fantasy into reality.
The online world opened up to me and soon I was chatting with would be partners and surfing sites containing information on cruising spots. Before I knew it I was cruising the local hook up spots - not so much to pick some one up or be picked up, but to see who was picking up who and how it was done. Adult bookstores proved my favorite. Indoors, better lighted and safer feeling. Loitering in the magazine section I would make eye contact with guys how would then immediately try to lead me to the back but my courage failed me each time. I grew to love the booths. The smells men left behind, sometimes the spray marks and dripping semen on the walls aroused me in a very visceral way. I quickly took to a favorite bookstore investigating in at different hours on different days wanking off to gay porn on each visit leaving my evidence for the patron behind me.
One Saturday morning I stopped in on a whim and found in much brighter and busier than usual. Several guys were standing by the entrance to the video booths as if on a scheduled rotation. The thought crossed my mind but I immediately dismissed walking straight to the back making no eye contact.
The booths in the back were surprisingly empty given the amount of activity in the front of the store. Usually I would walk to the back getting lost in the dark maze of halls and doors but this time I stopped midway down the main corridor and took a booth. As always I would lock the door behind me. Inserted a 5 dollar bill and skipped through the channels until I found two hot guys sucking each others cocks. Immediately began to stiffen and took a seat as I was dropping my pants. Then I saw it. My first gloryhole was sitting just left of the waist level monitor that showed the envious picture of a guy with a rock hard dick sliding in and out of him mouth. I was shocked. Everything I had read and fantasized about was right there in front of me on this unsuspecting cool Saturday morning. My excitement turn to fright; almost terror when the thought of some one entering the booth next to me raced through mind. I didn't know what to do.
I contemplated leaving and taking another booth when a tongue flicked up and down through the hole. "What the hell?! I never heard anyone enter! What do I do?" Momentarily paralyzed I stood there staring not knowing what to do. In an instant, the tongue was back flicking up and down followed by an eye peering up at me. I found my self moving for the hole and sliding my semi-hard cock through it. I felt vulnerable and not in control, the fear and terror were back in full force but I felt equally committed. In a sobering instant a warm mouth took hold of my cock and my dread was replaced with the pleasures that only a man can bring to another man. I leaned further and further into the wall trying my best to feed him every inch of cock I had to offer. I did not want any millimeter of me dick to miss out on what was finally happening to me.