Sometimes when I am really horny I drive about 25 miles north of my hometown to a Video Store with booths in the back. I usually do this every two months or so if I get bored with Craigslist posting or I am especially stressed out. I see this as a release of tensions that is so much more than masturbation, you run into other guys flesh to flesh and just never know what is out there.
This true story happened one particular night there. I arrived and as usual there were a group of older, rounded gentlemen some would call trolls waiting in the entry to the booth area. You wade through these and then enter a booth, put your money in the machine, find a channel and then masturbate by hand. They have chairs to sit in. If you are looking for sex you leave the door unlocked.
This place doesn't really have any glory holes. So the guys open the doors and either stand there leering at you or come on in and lock the door. If they just stand outside you pull the door shut without them inside. If they come inside and whip open their zipper and start bending a hard on you know it will be a good night.
This night a younger guy came in. He seemed in a word-- fluid. He asked too soon if I would like to have anal sex with him. This chopped through the usual furtive seduction. Sensing this was different I watched with my jaw open as he removed his pants and skivvies and began moaning and using some kind of juice from a bottle he had to lube his dick and grease up his willing hole. In the town we were doing this in that kind of behavior would get you and arrest and your name in the paper if found by the cops.
I couldn't help myself, he was jerking and twitching, moaning "do me" and I was hard as a rock. I couldn't figure out how to stick it into him at chair height so I slid my finger into his well lubed man hole and he leaned over and blew my cock to the point where the endorphins in my head were popping and crackling in my head like a house afire. A voice of reason in my head spoke to me and said, "Get out of here if you're going to do this" so I said "we need to go someplace safe and do it in my car." He was still engaged in his passion fit, so I said "come on outside if you will" and popped the door open and left. Out in the cold night air I was kind of hoping it wasn't going to happen and my head was filled with afterthoughts of remorse, excitement and fear .
I had mixed feelings when he came outside and hopped into my car. He told me he didn't have a car but that he really wanted a guy to do him. So I drove to a place where it was the three D's, Dark outside, Definitely safe and easy to avoid Discovery if somebody were to come. I have learned to be careful--once had my dick in a guy's ass sitting on my lap behind the steering wheel in my truck and had to start, drive, push clutch, throttle and shift gears with me still inside the guy to get away when I was almost discovered. Too intense for these days!
So I'm in the car with the moaner and he's got his pants off again over in the passenger seat. He's working his manhole with his fingers and getting freaked out again and I slide the seat all the way back and drop the seat back. I push him way back because I have a small car and now I'm waddling on the floor and on him to get my pants around my ankles. I mount him and it's hot, he's passionate, I'm sliding in and out and it's a short ride from happiness. There are complications though; the pants I'm wearing are dragging on my ankles and he wants more lube. So I'm squeezing more lube juice from his container and it just hits me, this is good but not really good enough because I think this guy is a hop head. So I can't find a place to land with my climax. After about ten minutes he's really getting worn out from the in and out thing. So we stop and I get back behind the wheel. I'm having second thoughts and I decide to drive some more. I offer to buy him a burger at a drive through. He agrees and seems kind of distracted. In the light of the burger place he looks to be around 25; attractive though too thin.
He hasn't got his clothes back on so I'm looking at his dick area and my hands; they look an odd orange color, almost red. I think "Oh man, it is blood" but there is no river of blood, just the bottle of love juice he's been using so much of. I look at the label and read with horror, Sunless tan in a bottle, this freaky guy has been using instant tan as a lubricant and now the stuff has not only done the job on his dick, his balls, his anus and his leg area; no, it's even done my dick and fingers! I'm in a panic, still in the drive up, we get the food and we go up the street. I want to be free of him so I can go wash up but how to do it. We pass a gas station and he says he knows somebody in there, will I pull in? I agree.
Sitting there in the car I can see him engaging with the people at the counter, they're having a spirited conversation; what to do. It dawns on me that my responsibility to him is nil, it's easiest to put the car in reverse and drive away. This dude is so kind of out of it that he doesn't even notice me leave.
Later I wonder if he will ever remember this episode; now years later I discovered that he may not remember but I cannot forget—the guy with the orange spray tan dick and anus.