I told myself I'd never do it again. It's too dangerous, I'd said to myself. There are better, safer ways of getting off. Still, there I was, cruising up and down the street in the seedier part of town, looking for the adult video store, going back to the glory hole.
I hadn't been there in a while. I define myself as a straight man, and I've never actually been in bed with a man. All my lovers have been women, and all of my porn is either straight or lesbian. Thing is, though, if a man is between girlfriends and wants his cock sucked with no fuss and no questions asked, there's really only one place to go, and that's somewhere where men go to have casual sex with other men. Public restrooms are too risky, and there aren't any bathhouses near where I live, so that left the video store. I can still remember the first time I went there, and walking out afterwards, a little dazed, thinking, "Damn--wish I'd known about this earlier."
So, I'm driving up and down the street, looking for the familiar "XXX" sign, and about the third pass I see a small store about where I expected the video store to be; I'd ignored it the first couple of times I drove past it. It was painted in subtle colors, not the garish purple that the video store had been, and had one other difference: the small parking lot was almost full. The old store had usually had only a few cars at once, probably because the married and otherwise ostensibly straight men (like me) were afraid of running into someone that they knew there. I found a spot to park and walked around to the front door. The sign read "Erotic Toys and Media", which sure was different from the old store, but I was reassured that at least it was the same sort of business, more or less. I went inside.
If the outside was changed somewhat, the inside was completely transformed. The first thing that I noticed was the smell. The old place had smelled of bleach, most strongly inside the video arcade, where it was used to mop up cum from the floors. There was a slightly musky scent in the air, but otherwise the place just smelled clean. The store had obviously been remodeled, and even the merchandise seemed newer, as if their stock actually turned over once in a while, instead of being a front for the arcade. There were plenty of people in there too--singles of both sexes, and couples as well, both gay and straight, browsing the magazine racks and comparing sex toys. The biggest shock, though, was behind the sales counter. Instead of the drab, almost sexless people of indeterminate age that usually staff adult stores, there were two young women who looked like they'd be more at home in a regular bookstore or a coffee shop, and yet they were casual and relaxed as they chatted with customers and rang up their purchases of dildos, buttplugs, pocket pussies, and lubes of different flavors. Something about watching the short, slim Asian woman behind the counter handling a big silicone cock and smiling was very arousing, and yet at the same time I was very self-conscious about being in there. The place had gentrified, and I couldn't imagine that guys still went into the back room to suck and be sucked. Even though I'm clean and have a decent appearance, suddenly I felt like the stereotypical grubby pervert in the dirty trenchcoat.
Unfortunately, there was no other adult store that I knew of within reasonable driving distance, and I was horny as hell. There was still a VIDEO ARCADE sign on the door next to the counter, and I thought that I'd at least check out the situation; if it didn't look promising, I'd buy a DVD and some Astroglide and go home to beat off. I bided my time while the saleswomen dealt with other customers, browsing through some of the mature women magazines (I prefer older women) and noting some that I'd purchase on my way out, and when the sales counter was clear I casually walked up to the counter. One of the young women left, pulling her cell phone out as she went into the staff room, and I was left with the Asian woman.
"How can I help you?", she asked, and smiled. She was not only good looking, but also reasonably stylish, with a chin-length haircut and those sort of horn-rimmed glasses that the kids wear.
I sort of stuttered, "Three dollars' worth," and pointed toward the token dispenser. As I took the money out, she reached over to the dispenser without looking and pumped three times, then put them in my hand. Her fingers stroked my palm lightly as she handed the tokens to me, and I had a sudden flash of her pumping lube out of one of the big containers with the same motion, then wrapping those small fingers around my cock and stroking. I blushed a little and went into the arcade before I got a hardon in front of this woman who had to be ten years younger than I was.
As I walked into the arcade, again, I first noticed what was missing--that smell of disinfectant-over-semen that was the standard perfume of every other adult-store arcade that I'd ever been to. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, a man walked out, and actually stumbled into me. We turned toward each other at the same time, and I noticed that he was sweating a little and that his legs were trembling. He mumbled an apology, turned to go, and then turned back to me, running his hand through his hair, and said, "Man, that was..." He paused, as if searching for words, and then shook his head. "Absolutely unbelievable. Have fun," he said, and then walked out. I thought, well, maybe I hit paydirt after all.
I strolled around, glancing in the booths, and didn't see any glory holes in the booth walls. That's not unusual--the action usually happens in the back. I walked to the back, and immediately noticed the Occupied light on the booth that was farthest in the corner. Jackpot! I thought, and walked over to the booth next to it, closing and locking the door. Before dropping tokens in the slot next to the screen, I bent down and looked through the glory hole in the right side of the booth at the occupant of the booth next to me; I don't always like to do that, since I want to imagine that it's a woman sucking me off. On the other hand, sometimes they have someone in the booth with them, and I didn't want to wait too long.
