Straight Male / 49
Many years ago, a few years after my divorce, I was working out of town on a long assignment that lasted many years. I was horny in those days and viewed a lot of porn on the internet. My viewing habits changed drastically, the hornier I got, I found myself watch categories I would never of dreamed of. Although I considered myself straight, there was something about the naughtiness and taboo aspect of men having sex that excited me.
Wanting to find better (or different) porn, I visited an adult bookstore that was a few miles out of town and had video booths in the back. I was rather shy my first visit and did not know what to expect. There were about a dozen booths and some occupied with a crack in the door, where the guys would watch you walk by, not sure why. I entered one of the empty booths, turned on the video and watched an assortment of straight porn channels. The booth was nasty, cum all over the place, so I tried not to touch anything. Getting horny, I pulled out my cock and started stroking. Then I noticed that on each side of the booth were small peep holes, that patrons had carved over time. You could see the light from the video of the adjacent booth, and easily tell when someone was peeking. This embarrassed the hell out of me, so I finished my business and made a bee line out of the place.
For the next couple of weeks I could not get it out of my mind, that someone, I assume men, wanted to watch me jack off. The thought of it made me horny as hell. I mustered the courage to go back to bookstore and visit the booths. Surfing the videos, I came across the gay channels. My heart skipped a beat, the volume was high and the thought that others would know I was watching gay porn freaked me out. I turned it down, but kept watching the gay porn. Over time, I felt more comfortable. I even caught myself letting people have a better view of me through the peep holes. On my next few visits, I went with shorts, t-shirt and no underwear, so I could easily strip totally naked and jack off in the booth. I got lots of peeps, and many would test my door to see if it was unlocked.
On about the sixth or so visit, I left the door ajar and started to watch videos. The thinking was that someone would think the booth vacant and if they excused themselves, then no biggie. The first guy to enter was about 5 years younger than me, and instead of excusing himself, asked if he could watch with me. I obliged and asked what kind of videos he liked. He said he didn't care, so I switched through them and we stroked as we watched. When we got to the gay section, I asked if it bothered him and he said no. As we watched I extended my hand and wrapped it around his dick, he did the same to me. His dick was not very big, about 5 inches or so, but very hard. With the one guy sucking another in the video, and my partner watching intently, it was now or never. I got down on my knees, on that nasty cum filled floor and wrapped my lips around his stiff cock. My first. I stayed hard as a rock knowing that I was sucking the cock of a stranger, kneeling in cum and probably being watched through one or both of the peep holes. Not only did I know that I was a cocksucker, but others watched and saw it too. He wanted to reciprocate, but I told him no need, I was satisfied.
On my next visit, I not only left the door ajar, but watched the guys passing by, wanting them to know that I was there to use. An old man who had to be in mid 70's came in to the booth. He dropped his pants and forced me by my shoulder to my knees. His dick was a big ball of uncut soft flesh. It was hard to distinguish where it ended. He did not seem to care, he grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face into it and forced me to lick on everything. He never did get hard, but after some time did appear to get off.
I must have visited the bookstore a dozen or so more times that summer and serviced many guys. I once serviced and old black man in the common area with a group of people watching. The humiliation high I felt was overwhelming.
Those visits were fun, and it was exciting heading back to my hotel room in the city completely covered in cum.
Wanting to find better (or different) porn, I visited an adult bookstore that was a few miles out of town and had video booths in the back. I was rather shy my first visit and did not know what to expect. There were about a dozen booths and some occupied with a crack in the door, where the guys would watch you walk by, not sure why. I entered one of the empty booths, turned on the video and watched an assortment of straight porn channels. The booth was nasty, cum all over the place, so I tried not to touch anything. Getting horny, I pulled out my cock and started stroking. Then I noticed that on each side of the booth were small peep holes, that patrons had carved over time. You could see the light from the video of the adjacent booth, and easily tell when someone was peeking. This embarrassed the hell out of me, so I finished my business and made a bee line out of the place.
For the next couple of weeks I could not get it out of my mind, that someone, I assume men, wanted to watch me jack off. The thought of it made me horny as hell. I mustered the courage to go back to bookstore and visit the booths. Surfing the videos, I came across the gay channels. My heart skipped a beat, the volume was high and the thought that others would know I was watching gay porn freaked me out. I turned it down, but kept watching the gay porn. Over time, I felt more comfortable. I even caught myself letting people have a better view of me through the peep holes. On my next few visits, I went with shorts, t-shirt and no underwear, so I could easily strip totally naked and jack off in the booth. I got lots of peeps, and many would test my door to see if it was unlocked.
On about the sixth or so visit, I left the door ajar and started to watch videos. The thinking was that someone would think the booth vacant and if they excused themselves, then no biggie. The first guy to enter was about 5 years younger than me, and instead of excusing himself, asked if he could watch with me. I obliged and asked what kind of videos he liked. He said he didn't care, so I switched through them and we stroked as we watched. When we got to the gay section, I asked if it bothered him and he said no. As we watched I extended my hand and wrapped it around his dick, he did the same to me. His dick was not very big, about 5 inches or so, but very hard. With the one guy sucking another in the video, and my partner watching intently, it was now or never. I got down on my knees, on that nasty cum filled floor and wrapped my lips around his stiff cock. My first. I stayed hard as a rock knowing that I was sucking the cock of a stranger, kneeling in cum and probably being watched through one or both of the peep holes. Not only did I know that I was a cocksucker, but others watched and saw it too. He wanted to reciprocate, but I told him no need, I was satisfied.
On my next visit, I not only left the door ajar, but watched the guys passing by, wanting them to know that I was there to use. An old man who had to be in mid 70's came in to the booth. He dropped his pants and forced me by my shoulder to my knees. His dick was a big ball of uncut soft flesh. It was hard to distinguish where it ended. He did not seem to care, he grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face into it and forced me to lick on everything. He never did get hard, but after some time did appear to get off.
I must have visited the bookstore a dozen or so more times that summer and serviced many guys. I once serviced and old black man in the common area with a group of people watching. The humiliation high I felt was overwhelming.
Those visits were fun, and it was exciting heading back to my hotel room in the city completely covered in cum.
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