That One Strange Day

by Anonymous on Aug 3, 2022 at 6:01 PM

I remember sharing a video booth for the first time in my twenties. I didn’t know the etiquette, and once I paid for my roll of tokens and entered the hallway where the booths were, I was surprised to see a row of about twenty booths on either side of the hallway, with a guy standing in the doorway of each of them. Nobody was talking, and nobody was in their booth watching porn, just standing there looking at me like they were waiting for a bus or something.
I went to the only empty booth and stood there waiting as well, but nothing happened, so I decided to go in and close the door to beat off to some porn. To my surprise, the selector dial had eight channels of porn, but all of it was gay porn. Thinking there might be straight porn in another booth, I went across the hall, past the guy standing in the doorway of his booth, and shut the door to watch porn. Only problem was, the same eight channels were in that booth too. So I decided I might as well watch gay porn till my tokens ran out. At this point, the guy I had walked past stuck his head in the door and asked if he could join me, so I let him in and closed the door again. The doors only came down to about knee level, so people could still see our feet. He sat down on the bench, but I remained standing while watching a video of a group of young guys naked in the woods fucking one guy with a dildo while he sucked another guy’s cock.
I was getting turned on by my first look at gay porn when the guy in my booth started to rub my butt and then my cock through my pants.
At first I was a little nervous, and even asked him if he was a cop. He just laughed and said “It doesn’t work like that.”
Then I asked what he was waiting for and unzipped my fly, and he reached for my belt and slipped my pants and underwear down to my knees and started playing with my stiffening cock.
At this point I noticed some of the guys from the hallway had gathered around the door to the booth, and were watching the shadows of our activity on the floor, but I was too turned on to by then.
My new friend was easily twice my age, and he had a magic technique for giving a handjob by holding my cock at the base and extending his middle finger between my balls and along the root of my cock near the prostate. He used long, slow, firm strokes to masturbate me nearly ti climax, then would pause so I could calm down a little. He edged me like this for about fifteen minutes until I begged him not to stop so I could cum.
When my orgasm did hit, I blasted nine thick ropes of cum across the booth, splattering high up on the video monitor we were watching. The guys outside the booth made a lot of comments when they saw all my cum dripping down the wall, and I grabbed some tissues from my pocket to try to mop up the mess.
Post-nut clarity filled me with regret and embarrassment at what had just happened, and I panicked and left the booth without returning the favor, an omission I have regretted ever since. I’ve jacked off to that memory for nearly forty years now, and I’m grateful to that stranger for my introduction to anonymous sex.