Where it happened: Adult Video Store
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I knew I had feelings for men since I was 12 or so. I would often sneak an empty pop bottle into my bed at night and, when I was sure my father was sound asleep in the next room, push it as deep into my pliable ass as I could. I didn’t know why I did it, and I didn’t make any sexual connection with the act.
I just knew it felt good.
Though I most certainly enjoyed girls, thoughts about boys never left me. They would almost attack me, swooping down from the ether of my own mindlessness, causing a raging erection at the most inopportune times.
By the time I was 15, I masturbated not the thoughts of nubile cheerleaders but rather envisioned men, slim with a little muscle, hairless and tanned, handsome and kind. As I would come close to orgasm, I would cup my hand under by dick and catch the hot cum as it shot out of my cock.
Still panting, I would rub the cum on my face, and then onto my tongue, swirling it in my mouth, mixing it with my spit before swallowing it. It would stick to the back of my throat, and the wonderful taste would remain in my mouth for hours.
A friend came over one afternoon, and he was always horny, or so he said. I finally got up the courage to offer to blow him, but he said no and quickly left, and our relationship was never the same.
Hopes for a real-life encounter faded with the loss of my friend, and so the only feel of a man’s touch on my dick for the next three years was my own.
Just days after my high school graduation, the first adult video store opened up in my town. I would spend hours there late at night, spending a large portion of my weekly paycheck—quarters at a time—in the movie booths in the back.
In the old days, you could not sit in a single booth and turn a selector to fit your preferences. Each booth had a single, looping 15 minute movie. The straight movies were in the front, and the gay and lesbian booths were in the far back by the bathroom. In other words, everyone knew what you were after.
I would move from booth to booth, pull the dark blue curtain across the opening for privacy, and enjoy the movies. I would watch the movies until my hardon demanded relief, and would then slip into the bathroom and masturbate.
I was not the only one to do this, and there was more often than not cum of others who had earlier come before me. More than once, while beating off, I would bend down and lick the cum off of the sink, or toilet seat. Sometimes, I would grab a glob on two fingers and shove into my ass, keeping it there for hours, sometimes days, releasing it only when nature forced it.
And yes, this was in the days before HIV.
One evening, I was in the back watching a gay movie, and had forgotten to close the curtain. A man walked by and stopped, peered in at the movie, all the while rubbing his dick. This would normally have scared the hell out of me, but this one time, it didn’t. I continued to watch the movie and began to rub my cock through my pants, mimicking his movements.
He was 15 years older than me, tall, fairly athletic and had a head full of blonde curly hair. He wore glasses and had a pointy nose.
Cute, nice and attractive.
After watching me rub myself for a few moments, he put one foot into my cubicle and reached down to touch me. He got to within an inch when the movie projector thunked to a halt. I looked feverishly for change in my pockets but came up empty. He too had none.
The owner would come through the video booths every few minutes and make sure no one was just beating off in his booths without paying for the privilege, and I sure didn’t want to be found in some embarrassing state and be forced to leave.
He nodded for me to follow him and I did. As I exited the booth, I noticed for the first time the three or four other men watching what we were doing. Had I not been so turned on, I would have been embarrassed.
But the voyeurs seemed to make it all even more delightful.
We went out into the parking lot and he asked if we could go to my place. That wouldn’t work. I asked him about going to his place, and he made some joke about his wife not appreciating us fucking in their bed.
That was the first time that I realized that—for sure—I was going to have sex with another man.
So he motioned for me to follow him again, and I did. He walked back past the gay booths and headed for the bathroom. A man in the booth next to mine gave me a little “thumbs up” as I walked by.
He walked in first, and I followed suit. I turned to lock the door and before I had turned back around he shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. It was a kiss like I’d never experienced and we continued for several minutes before he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.
He reached for my hand while still kissing me and placed it on his throbbing cock.
It was simply beautiful. He was perhaps 8”, circumcised, and fairly thick. I dropped to my knees and began to blow him softly. He had a musky, sweaty scent that turned me on beyond belief. I was surprised at the rubbery feel that a man’s dick had, and how easy it was to move my mouth up and down the shaft.
And all those years practicing on my dildo had paid off; I was able to deep throat him with little problem. Actually, it was easier, as a real dick bends a little inside a mouth.
After a few minutes, I tasted his precum, and it was as delicious as mine own. He began to moan and placed his hands behind my head and began to pump harder and then even harder.
Suddenly, he let go of my head and began to pull away. I stopped him. “No, I’m cumming” he said. I placed my hand around the base of his balls and cock and began to again deep throat him. I put my other hand on his ass to keep him from moving.
Realizing that I was one man not afraid of swallowing, he groaned and began to pump again.
For the first time, I felt the contraction of a man’s dick before he comes. I felt a rigidity, and then a slight jerking sensation, and then his cum flowed into my mouth.
It didn’t shoot like I had seen in the movies, it just poured out in one long stream.
He came much more than I ever had, and was surprised by the volume. I slurped and swallowed and sucked but I ended up getting a lot of his cum on my face.
I still suckled his dick long after he came, licking and cleaning off every vestige remaining.
I stood up and faced him, and he saw for the first time the cum that covered me. He started to moan again, and licked his jizz off my face, and then tongued me deeply, taking back all that he could.
He zipped himself back up, washed his face, kissed me on the lips, and asked, “First time?” I could only nod.
With that, my first lover was out the bathroom door. He never touched me, and that was alright, for I realized then that with men, I loved to give but not receive. I pulled out my dick and squirted before I was able to even begin to beat off.
I didn’t clean it up; I left it as a present for the next man in the bathroom.
It took me several minutes to get myself together, and I walked out of the bathroom and past the movie booths trying to look as though nothing happened.
I may have walked into the shop that evening a boy, but I left a man.
Processing your request, Please wait....
