Driving out of the city on Highway 61, you'd almost be forgiven for missing the town of Garfield entirely - maybe even if you knew to look for it. Not too far past the congestion of the city airport, Garfield is almost nothing other than a few buildings and dirt roads alongside a highway used to get anywhere else. Without even a stop light or cross street to mark its location, the one notable feature of Garfield was a high neon sign next to the highway - "Adult Video". That sign marked a store in a corregated metal building, set in a dirt parking lot next to a dive bar. This story takes place in that store, in the 80's, when I was in school in the city.
A somewhat gangly and insecure 19 year old kid, I hadn't had much sexual experience at all at the time of this story Increasingly creative masturbation since I was 13 and the occasional glimpse of nudity in Playboy or in a movie was about the extent of my experience. I did occasionally have internet access through an older friend, but in those days, online sexual content was mostly limited to erotic fiction. I've forgotten most of what I read back then, but one of the stories stands out. It was a straight sex story involving a man with a motorcycle and some leather pants. In one scene on the bike, the woman is caressing him from behind, and his cock engorges and swells down the leg of his leather pants. She looks down over his shoulder and sees his cock straining against the leather, and sliding her hand over the bulge, she brings him to an orgasm. There on the bike, motor running, this man is convulsing with pleasure as his hard cock squirts its cum down his leg. Thinking about that man and his cock and his cum... I started out reading that story for the girl, but by the time I was done, it was the first time I started thinking I might be interested in men
It was later, while I was sitting in class, when it occurred to me that I was actually old enough to go into a store like the one in Garfield and that my access to porn could take a huge step up. While I didn't exactly know what I might find inside that store, I did know that whatever it was would be better than what I had. So sitting in that class, like the man on the bike, my own cock started slowly getting harder down my leg.... pushing at my pants. While other people were busy taking notes, I was thinking about what might lie in store, and planning to make it happen.
It finally did happen the next Friday afternoon, while heading out of town to visit family. 30 minutes of driving and I was pulling into that dusty parking lot and into a spot in the back of the store. Lost in thoughts and nerves, I drove past the place the first time, and had to loop back around through two u-turns across the highway. Even pulling into the parking spot, I wasn't sure I wanted to follow through. As much as I wanted what was inside, it was also something I couldn't undo. Did I really want to be that kind of person? A few seconds of thought, and of course I decided that I did.
The biggest feature on the back of the building was a door with a bright red sign, "No minors. 18 and up". I was smiling to myself about that sign when I opened the door and was blown over by the smell of antiseptic. Walking over a brass threshold onto the red linoleum flooring, I pulled the door shut behind me and walked into a room with row after row of wire shelving. This shelving was like any other shelving I'd seen, except that it was covered with videos, magazines, and toys. Everywhere I looked, there were exposed breasts and crotches. Nothing coyly hidden, like a normal video store might have done with an R-rated movie, it was all out for show.
Walking toward the front of the store, there were a couple other noticable parts of the store... of too the left was a red bead curtain in front of some kind of passageway. On the left and toward the very front was the cashier, sitting behind glass display cases. A larger women in her late fourties, she was too old to have the natural beauty of youth, but old enough to know how to accentuate the beauty she did have. She was also old enough to knowingly smirk a bit as she noticed how dazed and overwhelmed I was. Being near a college town, I am sure I wasn't the first naive kid she'd seen walk through her doorway.
While I was trying to decide what to do, my cock had already taken the lead. Pushing down at my undershorts, it painfully tried to break lose as I turned the corner and waddled down an aisle. Of course, this aisle was different - it was the aisle for the gay videos. The naked breasts on the other aisle were replaced by naked, and erect, cocks. Standing proudly on display, these were the first erections I'd ever seen, other than my own. Everything I'd fantasized about was instantly here. Giving into the the inevitable, I reached down and swung my cock upward in my pants. Much more obvious, but much less painful. Hopefully, whoever else was in the store would either be oblivious or understanding.
That was around the time I turned around and saw the sign above the bead curtain: "Preview Booths. 0.25/Token". It was as soon as I read the sign that I knew I had to try it. Not only I need to see one of these videos, I knew there wasn't a way I was getting out of the store without somehow getting myself off. While I might be able to walk around a porno shop with an erection, but across the parking lot? I don't think so - the path out was the path through. After a couple minutes of trying to will my cock back to its flacid state (hah!), I sucked it up and walked my erection over to the register to buy my tokens. The cashier slyly grinned at my tented pants and made sure to lean down when she handed my my $10 worth of tokens. Her cleavage obvious through the neck of her tank top, she winked, saying, "Have fun, now.", as she nodded in the direction of the red beaded curtain.
Pushing through that curtain brought me into a small little alcove that opened off to a darkened hallway on the left. Directly in front was a small display case with a bunch of numbered video boxes behind glass. In retrospect, I guess a 'discerning customer' would've used the display to see what was playing in the previews, but even then, I couldn't imagine really giving a shit. Walking into the darkness on the left, the antiseptic smell grew a bit stronger, as I started hearing tinny, metalic moans. Under the cover of the darkness, and the obvious intent of where I was, I pushed on the outline of my erect cock through my pants.
My eyes adjusting to the darkness, it looked like the hallway was straight ahead of me. A few open doors on either side were obvious from the blue glowing the screen within. A few other places looked like they had closed doors, but these had small red lights glowing above - occupied. I'd seen a few cars in the parking lot, but hadn't seen anybody in the store aside from the cashier. Now I knew where they were. The men that drove those cars here were behind those doors, watching naked people do things to each other on screen. I was sure they were naked themselves, pants around their knees... stroking their erections.
Quickly stepping down the hall I jumped into what turned out to be the second to last booth on the left. Shutting the door behind me, it locked with a slide bolt lock, of the kind you might find on a small fence. The booth itself was big enough for a chair, a bit of a place to stand, and a screen in the wall. A coin slot, a couple red buttons, and a dial to the right of the screen made it obvious how it was all supposed to work.
Dropping a token, the blue text on the screen gave way to a dancing nude blond and the buttons lit up. I hit the button and the screen changed to a chubby hispanic woman spreading her lips for the camera. A couple more button presses, and the screen changed to a closeup of a hard and moist cock sliding in and out of a pussy. Watching the length of the shaft, the veins bulging, was almost too much to handle. I wanted to pull myself out of my pants and expose my own cock to that little booth, but hadn't quite worked up the nerve. A few seconds later, the cock on the screen pulled out of the hole, and it was visible to the reddish mushroom head. The "actor's" hand stroked it a few times, and it started convulsing, shooting out thick ropes of white sperm. Between the first spurt and the last on screen, i managed to unbuckle my belt and drop my pants.
There, in the blue light of the screen, was my own 6 inches, standing erect and glistening at the tip. I slid my left hand up my chest, and caressed myself, pinching my nipples. My right hand gripped the shaft of my cock, wrapping around tightly... but just the shaft since I didn't have any lube. Sliding it back and forth, the skin slid along the shaft, picking up thin coatings of precum as it reached the tip and drew back. Wanting to be more naked, I pulled my shirt off and dropped it in the chair. If you'd walked into that booth, I'd have looked totally naked at first.... my exposed back down the curve of the small and to my bare ass and legs. I didn't even know what I was doing, but I briefly reached around with both hands and grabbed both ass cheeks. Pulling them apart, I exposed my virgin asshole to that profane little room in Garfield. Knowing what was next, I spit on my hand and brought it down to my waiting cock. This time, with the spit as lube, it smoothly slid over the shaft, glistening now more than ever.
Spitting a couple more times into the palm of my hand, I bought myself to the edge of orgasm... and then past that edge. A thin, watery initial squirt of the last precum shot into the booth. Buckling in the knees as the rest started to hit, I caught myself against the wall of the booth, as the next squirt shot out of my cock. Thick, ropy white cum flew threw the air, silhouetted by the light of the screen and arching onto the floor at my feet. Jerking my slippery cock, posessed by the dirty lust of it all, my next squirt shot to the other side of the booth and splattered against the wall, dribbling down like wet paint between two dried stains of splattered semen. Knowing I was losing range, I pointed myself upward to keep from splattering on my pants. The last few squirts shot up from my uncut head, oozing down the tip and puddling between my hand and my throbbing cock, glistening slick with white in the light of the screen. Regripping my penis, the cum leaked down around my shaft, slickening it as the shaft was coated with my seed, and the salty smell briefly overcame the antiseptic smell. There in the booth, two people fucking on the screen, I slowly milked and massaged my cock.... each squeeze bringing me a little back to my orgasmic pleasure.
A few minutes after I came, the timer on the screen counted down to zero and everything clicked back to the blue light of before. Taking stock of the situation, I was briefly hit with a wave of shame, standing there as I was, naked, in a strange booth, my cock and the booth covered in my cum. What would my friends and family think of this? That lasted about 10 seconds, until I realized that I was an adult, and had made my own very adult decision... and I didn't regret it. Dropping a few more tokens into the machine, to keep the occupied light on and the store paid, I started paging through the videos, my 19 year old cock still glistening and still mostly hard in the light of the screen. My hand slid across my body, caressing my nipples, my stomach, my ass, before inevitably heading back to my dick. Paging through the videos, I looked at the variety, lingering longer on the men, and wondering exactly what I was seeing what looked like a woman, but with an erection better than my own.
That was when I heard a noise, and caught a glimpse of a flicker of light around waist level in the booth. Looking more closely, there turned out to be a hole in the wall I hadn't noticed before. I immediately knew what it was for.... I had fantasized about stuff like this.... but I had no idea this kind of thing really existed. Staring at the hole, I jerked with a start and almost fell into the side of the booth (again) when an eye showed up at the hole, and I heard a hoarse voice whisper, "Thanks for the show." In the words of today, I noped the fuck out of there, throwing on my clothes and essentially running through the store back out to the car. Sitting in the car in the evening heat, my clothes still smelled like antiseptic and smoke, and my hand was coated with the remnanents of dried semen and spit. It was with my heart pounding that I pulled out of the lot, turned on some music, and started making my way down highway 61.
That weekend, with my cousin and his family, my mind was continually drifting back to that booth and that hole in the wall. Even that night, when I got to his apartment, I took a shower to clean up, and jerked off into the water of the shower head, thinking about what it would be like to stick my penis through that hole and have another man wrap his lips around its shaft. Squirting what I'm sure was almost nothing into the water of the shower, I came into that flow fantasizing about having lips around my shaft and having my cock and balls in a place where so many had been before. I fantasized even about pushing my crotch against a hole, feeling the hard wood of the booth, maybe slick with another man's spilt semen dampening my own body. The risks were obvious, but the call was intense. It was then in that shower, that I decided I would actually do the thing on Sunday, and I commited to not jack off between now and then, in order to have more cum for whoever was to receive it. (More difficult a committment than it seems for a guy that was jerking off three or four times a day...)
The weekend itself was a blur of both family fun and a mind muddled by thoughts of upcoming sex. The drive was even more of the latter. Unlike Friday, I had a four hour drive ahead of me rather than just thirty minutes. That was four hours to think and fantasize and second guess. Three hours in, driving along at 70 with my cock straining at my zipper, I pulled it out in the moonlight. It occurred to me to stroke myself to completion right then and there... turn down the horniness with splattered cum and just drive past the store with its hole in the wall, leaving it for another day, or maybe never. But I wanted it. I knew this was something I wanted to try, and so I pushed myself back into my pants and drove onward.
Pulling into the store, there were a few cars in the lot that Sunday night. My hardness swelling in my pants, I entered the store and bought tokens from the same lady that had been there Friday. Her red mesh top gave a clear view of her breasts straining at a black bra, and the white skin of her torso. She was kind, but in retrospect, given that it was in Texas, my guess is she was prepared to use force if anybody tried to force her to do anything she didn't want. Handing me my tokens, she laughed, saying, "Back for more? I thought we lost you the other day..." She had quietly dropped a couple condoms and a pack of lube in with the tokens... maybe she knew more than she let on.
Walking across the store, through the bead curtain, and down the hall, I went straight to the booth from Friday. Dropping my tokens, I paged through the videos and found a gay video... A younger blonde man was sucking the cock of an older bear. Steeling up my courage, I started undressing myself in the booth. I took off my shirt, ropped my pants, and paused when I got to my boxers. The last time I did this, I didn't know I was giving a show.... this was a knowing choice. I knew I wanted a man to see me naked, and I wanted him to suck my cock. A deep breath, and I dropped my boxers to my pants... cock erect in the light of the men on the screen. These men that were doing what I wanted to be doing, right then, right there.
Looking at the hole, I waited a few minutes, idly watching the sucking on the screen... ultimately deciding to sit down on the chair in the booth. Sitting down, the hole was a lot more obvious.... I pushed my crotch out, showing it to an empty hole. Another token or two, and I heard the door in the next booth creak a little and softly bang closed. The latch and then the drop of tokens, and then the flicker of light in the hole. It was happening. A second later, an eye appeared at the hole. I subconcsiously pushed my cock out again into the booth... this time for a show. He was seeing me naked, and I wanted him to see. And then, contrary to what I expected, he whispered, "Can I come over?"
Swallowing hard, I whispered back, "Yes."
I pulled my boxers back up, as I heard the creak of his door, a couple footsteps, and then, his knock. Sitting in the chair, I reached up to the latch, slid it over, and pushed the it open. I didn't know what I looked like to him, sitting there, half naked in the darkness, but what I saw in his eyes was curiosity and lust. My new friend was in his late 30's, wearing a painter's t-shirt, work shorts, and boots. A little less than six feet tall, his muscled build revealed years of manual work, and his slight pudge revealed years of a fast-food diet. Silently reaching into my boxers, he became the first person to touch my cock as he softly wrapped his hand around my hidden shaft. His first words: "What do you like to do?" As I paused, he looked over his shoulder and whispered, "Nobody can see us."
I choked a bit on my response as I said, "Suck... please suck me?" He smiled gently, and I continued my assent by lifting myself from the chair, and dropping my boxers. As he brought his body into the booth, he dropped a few more tokens to keep the thing running. Kneeling down on the (I'm sure) slimy floor, he brought his face close to my genitals, and looked up, almost as if to ask a question. My response told him what he wanted to know, "I... I haven't done this before.... this is the first time." He grinned, as he nuzzled his stubble against the shaft of my erection, licked his lips and placed them at the tip of the shaft.
Right at that moment, something occurred to me, and I gasped, "Wait..." Puzzled, and I'm sure annoyed, he looked up again, and I quickly leaned down to kiss him quickly on the lips. I explained by saying, "I'm sorry... I wanted that first to be first...".
He responded, "Ok....", and put his lips back on my shaft... this time at the base, near the balls, and slid his lips up to the tip. He did it again with his tounge, licking up the shaft, and then started taking it in to his mouth. He had somewhat long hair, and I couldn't see... so I pulled his hair gently upwards, so I could see him suck my cock. Three slides up and down, deeper each time, and despite fighting, I went over the edge, gasping, "I'm sorry... I'm cumming. I didn't.... uggghhh." and thrust myself into him. Any concerns I had that he didn't want me to cum in his mouth were alleviated when he tightened his lips around my shaft and brought his hand around the base. Cupping my balls with his other hand, it was obvious he knew how to handle a man. Looking up outside the door, I saw another older guy furiously jerking off while he watched it from the hallway. He started shooting his own load while watching me finish shooting my load into my new friend's mouth.
When my sucker withdrew his mouth from my cock, he came up, smiled, and said, "You like to kiss?" and kissed me on the lips. I don't think it was at all intended to be malicious when he pushed his tounge at my lips, parting them, and revealing that he hadn't swallowed all of my semen, passing it back and forth between us. He pulled back, and said, "Thanks.... that was a fantasy of mine.", and started to get up to leave.
I stopped him, saying, "Hey... I don't... er... can I see yours?"
He cocked a bit of a smile, responding, "If I show it to you, you'll need to do more than look... are you okay with that?"
I responded, "Yes.", and he stood up. It was then that I saw the effect I'd had on him.... his erection tenting his sorts, and a dark spot the size of a silver dollar towards the tip. As he unbuckled his pants and dropped his shorts, I saw part of the reason why.... he was wearing shear lace panties under his work shorts. His cock struck erectly off to the side of the black trimmed lace, bare and mostly unrestrained. Puling up his shirt to give me a better look, he turned around... his ass, lightly covered with black hair was totally bare, with the underwear completely inside the crack. As he finished his spin, his cock and balls came back into view.
His tool was about the size of my own, if maybe a bit bigger in diameter. The dark shaft had a vein down the length and a angrily red head. It was rooted in bushy black pubes, and erect, it did not obstruct the view of his balls hanging down, sack lightly fuzzed. Dropping the panties, he then took my hand, and placed it on his shaft. Grasping, it felt solid like my own, with slippery skin sliding up and down. A couple strokes, and it was evident I had no idea what I was doing. So I decided to try my mouth... placing it on his head, and tasting the salty precum. Following his lead, I wet my lips and slowly slid it in. Filling my mouth with his warmth and flesh, I took it as far as I could.
The door creaked, and I could tell we were being watched, but I didn't care. I slid my mouth back off his cock, and then back down again, using my lips to keep my teeth from pressing against.
Taking my hand to his balls, I cupped them... feeling their weight as I lifted them in their sack. Pulling off his cock for a minute, I took my face down to his ballsack and to the creases of his legs. He smelled like sweat and work and sex. Getting back to his cock, I went more fiercly... not able to take him the whole length (he was better at it than I was), I used my hand on the shaft to keep him stimulated the whole length. He was more experienced than I was, so it took a few mintes before he started getting close to the edge. The salt stayed with me in my mouth as saliva formed to keep it all slick. I looked up into his smiling eyes.
As he got closer, he got more physical... thrashing around a bit, thrusting into me more than I was really ready for. His cock head brushed the back of my mouth, as I reached around to feel his ass cheeks under my hand... sliding across his crack while I bobbed on his tool. He quickly got there and pulled out, saying "Gonna cum.... I'm... shoot it on you." Jerking himself off to his orgasm, he spurted onto my face and chin, and then my chest. As he finished his orgasm, he straddled his legs, pushing his cock and balls into mine for his last squirt of semen.
He got up pretty quickly after that, and pulled his pants back up, still a bit tented. That's when I noticed the ring and understood, both his sheepishness and maybe where he'd gotten his underware. After he pulled his pants up, and to my never ending gratitude, he helped me wipe up a bit with a hankie he'd brought. Stepping out of the booth, he glanced back, saying "Take care..." and I never saw him again.
Pulling out of the parking lot, I reflected on the last few days and how much I'd been exposed to. While I'd had no idea what I was getting into on Friday, I didn't regret that I done what I did. Whatever path my sexual development was taking, this was now a part of it. I liked men, not only in fantasy, but in reality. I also now knew a way to find them, in reality and not just my fantasies. A sex life thathad been limited to just masturbation was now something physical with other people. Those two nights in that little nothing town on the side of the road were to be part of who I was for the rest of my life.