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Adult Arcade Adventures
Chapter 3
A reader who wrote to me recently, asked me if I ever ran into anyone I knew when I visited porn shops. The answer is yes - actually, many times over the years I've run into people I knew. Some of them I've had sex with, and others I haven't. Honestly, it seems that when I run into someone I know, if we do recognize each other right away, we don't end up having sex. It's the guys I think look familiar, who I have sex with, and later figure out who it was, that I do have sex with. I'm not sure why that is. But that is how it is.
Also, some guys acknowledge knowing me, and vice versa, while others ignore me on purpose, and walk quickly away, as if they're embarrassed. A few guys I've run into multiple times, and each time, we ignore one another, and never have we mentioned it to each other when we saw each other "in real life". It's really kind of strange. Honestly, a couple of those guys I wouldn't mind getting together with.... I'm not sure though exactly what they're looking for, so maybe it would work, and maybe not. But, those guys will never acknowledge our meeting, and neither will I. Strange - eh?
So, one of the more memorable hooks ups I had with a guy I knew, was with an old high school friend named Roger. At the time, I thought I recognized him, but it didn't hit me until later, who he was. And, I don't believe he realized it was me either, because he never said anything, and I've changed a lot since we last spoke.
This actually happened a few years ago. I went to the same place I mentioned in chapter 1. I cruised around the aisles and there was one big booth in the middle, that was occupied, and the door was latched. I went around the back aisle, and noticed the booth on the other side of the occupied one was open. So, I stepped in, and opened the door over the buddy window, and the door on the other side was open, and I could see into the booth. There stood a good looking guy, with his pants down - he was tall, and lanky, with a nice dick, and dishwater blond pubic hair. Looking up at him, I saw he had light blond hair, and looked to be a bit younger than me. He grinned and jerked his cock a moment, then motioned me over. I quickly closed the buddy window's door, and dashed out of the booth and back around to the other side. I tapped on the door, and he unlatched it. I went in and latched it again, as he closed the buddy window door. Looking at the guy while I opened and dropped my pants, I realized he was older than I thought - actually right about my age. It was the blond hair that made him look younger at first glance.
His cock was beautiful, and I couldn't help myself. I dropped into a squat in front of him, and sucked his cock into my mouth, and was able to get all of it down to his pubes in my mouth. I sucked up and down on it a little. It was about 6-7" long and the girth was nicely proportionate. He was cut. He had a nice handful of nut sack with a couple nice-sized nuts in it. I fondled his balls with one hand, and caressed his tiny tight little ass, as I sucked on him. He reached down and ran his hands through my hair appreciatively
After a minute or so, I stopped and stood up, hoping he'd go down on me. Just then, the video, which was playing behind me stopped. I turned around and bent over to get a token out of my pocket to restart it. As I fumbled for a couple tokens in my pocket, my ass was sticking out behind me, right toward the guy. He must've taken that as an invitation, which actually, it was. The next thing I knew, he was feeling my cheeks. I wiggled my ass a little, and his finger found my hole and he began rubbing my pucker. I stood up and turned to face him, and he stepped around side of me and continued rubbing my ass. Quickly I bent over and leaned on the bench in the back corner, offering myself to him. He lost no time quickly reaching in his pocket for a condom and some lube. It only took just a few seconds for him to sheath up and lube up, and then he stepped into place behind me. First though, he squatted, and squirted a little lube on his finger. Then he spent several seconds fingering my hole, and finger fucking me. I loved the feeling of his fingers probing inside me, and his hot breath on my ass. All too soon, he stopped, and straightened up and got right up behind me, centered his cock on my hole, and gently slid through my opening, pushing forward until he was all the way inside me. He paused a moment, then began withdrawing, and for a few strokes, he slowly long dicked me. Finally then, he began to properly fuck me!
As he started moving in an out of my hole at a regular pace, he placed his hands on my hips, but then, as his excitement rose, and so did mine, he bent over me and laid his back over mine, and hugged me, as he began rutting away, thrusting swiftly in and out of me. It took less than a minute then, before he gasped softly, and stopped moving for a split second when he was all the way inside me. I knew he was cumming. Quickly he resumed fucking me, as he spasmed and grunted softly a few more times. Unfortunately, he hadn't gotten me quite to the point where I was ready to blow yet - almost, but not quite. He on the other hand had finished, so he unwrapped his arms from around me, straightened up and pulled out of me. I straightened up and turned to face him, as he was pulling the condom off his cock. His face was pink yet from his exertions, but he was smiling. He tossed the condom on the floor, and quickly wiped his cock dry with a tissue, then re-dressed, thanked me, and left.
I was so close to cumming when he stopped, that I decided rather than wait for another encounter with someone, I'd rather just lock myself in the booth and finish myself off with a hand job, which I did, blowing a nice load against the wall, as I replayed in my mind the feeling of his stiff cock sliding in and out of me. I felt much better after I'd finished. When I was done, I cleaned the tip of my dick off with a paper towel, and wiped my ass, dropping the soiled towel in the corner. Then I pulled my pants up and got ready to go. As I bent to get my pants, I got a good look at the guy's used condom - he'd blown a decent load into it!
I got myself fully dressed, and left then. As I drove away, I replayed the entire few minutes in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that the guy looked rather familiar. Finally, a few minutes later, as I was sitting at a red light - it hit me! He was a guy I'd gone to school with! One of my better friends in fact - a guy named Roger, who all during school was on the short side. And he was skinny, and pale. He looked a lot younger than he really was. All that had changed though after we graduated! I ran into him about a year later at the mall, and I was shocked. He'd grown several inches taller. His shoulders were broader. And he had some facial hair. It was almost as if he hadn't hit puberty until after we graduated! Anyway, suddenly recalling what he looked like when I met him that time, I realized, this guy looked just like him. And the more I thought about it - the more sure I was that I'd just been fucked by my old friend Roger!
All I could think about for several days afterward, was how much I wished I would run into Roger again. In fact I stopped by the porn shop each day around the same time, hoping to run into him. But he was never there again. I also thought back to our high school days, and I wished that I'd realized then that Roger was gay, because I'd really have liked to have fooled around with him back then. Back then I often fantasized about messing around with him. But I thought he was straight, so never made any moves on him. Anyway, I sure wouldn't mind fooling around with him again now either! Unfortunately, as I said, I haven't run into him since then, and don't really know where he's living. Who knows? Maybe he'll read this, and realize I'm talking about him, and he'll reach out! That'd be great! C'mon Rog! Give me a holler. Tell me what your nick name in high school was, and I'll tell you mine, and maybe we can hook up again!
So, that's just one of my encounters with someone I knew... I'll relate more such encounters as I write more chapters.
The next chapter in this series will be published as soon as possible...
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