It was in the late 70's when Adult shops began springing up all over. Curious, feeling ashamed of the lust level I was contending with, I entered a store for the first time. I was so aroused, so entranced with the sights of all those mags for sale so cheaply, going so much farther than I'd seen in the usual news stand array, I immediately became erect and expertly hid my manhood and exited the store, my heart beating furiously. Some hold it had on me!
It was only two days later when I couldn't stand the stress any more. I was married, but the inerest in sex coming from my wife was dwindling. I was a walking hormone. I spotted the 'viewing booth' area and entered, shaking, half-erect already from the thrill of it.
I entered a booth and dropped a quarter into the unit on the wall. The 8mm film produced an image not much bigger than the average television on the inside of the booth door. I watched and became totally erect as the man displayed his huge shaft and the busty woman lusted for it. I felt my cock through my pants and knowing that I couldn't be seen, unzipped and began to masturbate. I guessed that I was doing what was expected and I sorely needed relief. In a few minutes I shot a load that left me wanting more.
Curious of my newfound hobby I then looked about and saw a hole in the wall of the booth and thought that it was cheap of the builders to use damaged plywood. As I left the store, I walked swiftly past the teller, exited to my car and got out quick. Then it hit me. The hole must have been put there by previous inhabitants of the booth and I was totally thrilled and became erect again knowing that I might have been seen, knowing that I might be able to watch knowing that the hole in the wall must lead directly to the next booth where someone else was doing exactly the same thing! More, - much more later.