Bookstore Arcade Relief -- June 2020
Many of us know of places that provide guaranteed relief when we really need it. Usually arcades with gloryholes are involved - go there, stick it through, get off, go home. I live in a puritanical state where there are no places like this, but just over the border, there's a place that's well known. My horniness level has to reach an 8 or 9 for me to make the forty-minute one-way trip, but we've all been there, and quarantine hasn't been kind to my sex drive. I thought that the times would have shut it down, but no, it's open; once I found that out by calling them, I plotted what would be the right time.
The right time was yesterday, a beautiful sunny day. I left home in the middle of the afternoon. Because of the shutdown there was very little traffic, and I got to the bookstore quickly. In the front there are toys and magazines and DVD's (who watches THEM anymore?) and in the back there's a hallway with about twelve booths. Lights above the doors glow red if the booth is occupied or green if it's empty. I was disappointed to see only one red light, but went into an adjoining booth and put in one dollar to hedge my bets. I hauled out my cock and started jerking within sight of the hole in the wall, but nothing happened -- no finger to welcome me in, no cock poking through (still, for me, one of the hottest sights there are.) When my time ran out, I left the booth and just stood in the booth doorway to see if anyone would be entering. No such luck. After five minutes or so I decided to leave, and went out towards the exit. Just then, a guy passed me and went into the arcade hallway. He was short and cubby and about my age and moved with a real sense of purpose. I followed him and took an adjoining booth and put in another dollar. At first, I couldn't tell what was going on, but then I realized he was sticking his tongue through the gloryhole. Bingo!
I unzipped and stuck my cock through the hole and immediately was greeted by a warm, wet mouth. He was very gentle, but insistent, using his tongue and lips like a pro, and got me close to the edge soon (remember I was at 8 or 9 lol) and I had to pull out in order not to come right away. He was too good for it to be a quickie -- and he was clearly having a good time, moaning as he sucked, especially as a new drop of precum would meet his tongue. The second time I pulled out he hissed through the hole, `come over.' (This place doesn't mind two people in a booth as long as the movie keeps running.) My own movie time was just about up, so I pulled up my pants and went over to his booth.
He was still on his knees and swiveled around to meet me. I pulled my pants and shorts down so he could have full access - I love to have my balls played with while getting sucked. To say that this guy was cockhungry would be a major understatement. He went to town! First with the same gentle sucking, then he deepthroated me with lots of pressure, then very quick jerking of my shaft as he held the head in his mouth. I could tell he thought this would bring me off quickly, but the opposite is true -- too quick or intense too soon shuts me down. I was actually grateful for this, though, since it not only gave me more time to enjoy his treatment of my cock, but more, to enjoy HIS enjoyment of it. He must have noticed, because he slowed down and just held my cock in his mouth as he washed it with his tongue, which got me going again. He grabbed my asscheeks, he stroked my legs, he put his hand under my shirt to feel my hairy chest and pinch my nipples, he cradled my balls. He took off his t-shirt, and I reached down to tweak and pinch his nipple and he groaned some more. I don't know who was having the better time, him or me, but it didn't matter -- we were in perfect synch. After a while the inevitable rise towards orgasm got the better of me, and I tried to slow down the wave so I could ride it as long as possible. When I did come -- hard - I grunted and growled like the bear I am. Spurt after spurt of come washed into his mouth as he matched my cries with his own muffled moans.
And then it was over. I pulled up my pants, zipped up, and turned around. I didn't want to see his face, since he was not wearing a mask, so I just patted his shoulder and left the booth. The drive home was peaceful, and even now, a day later, there's a glow in my cock and balls that comes from first-class attention.
When will I go back? As soon as I can.