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Early in my Career

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by Kurt Early in my career, I flew into Chicago's Midway airport on a business trip. I was young (28) and still excited by the idea of business travel and being out on my own in unfamiliar circumstances, and the possibilities that brought. I was also a straight-arrow young man who had married at age 23 and was wrestling 5 years later with an overwhelming curiosity of what it would be like to be with another man. I was just starting to realize that there might be a strong streak of bisexuality running through my blood (and elsewhere). I had recently been casually propositioned by several men in a streak that left me wondering if I had made the right choice back in college when I had been trying so hard to get laid by sorority girls that I ignored my other options. I had abruptly rejected each proposition, but each one had left me feeling a greater sense of curiosity and the sense that I was missing out on something. My wife traveled a great deal, and I rented a couple of gay videos to see what happened. They turned me on ... big time. The curiosity continued to grow, but I still could not imagine acting on it. I left the airport in a rental car, and made the wrong turn on the road out of the rental lot. I realized it quickly, and shot over into the left lane to make a U-turn at the stoplight. As I was turning, I saw that the building on the corner I was approaching was an adult bookstore. Almost without thinking, I whipped into the parking lot. I had time to kill. I was horny. Maybe I could get a good magazine to take back to the anonymous hotel room I was getting ready to check in to. (Yes, I have always been a porn-hound and chronic masturbator.) I parked the car and walked into the store, uneasy because I felt like I was doing something a respectable businessman on a business trip would never do. But I did it, since I was horny (and I figured "hell, nobody knows me here!") I went through the doors and saw the typical adult store, with the exception that there was a $1 "browsing" charge. OK. I started looking at all of the various movies and magazines for sale. Being a straight-arrow guy, I selected a "big boobs" video box and pondered its fine print while really looking over it at the Bi, Gay, and Shemale section to see if anything looked enticing. I quickly noticed that there was a great deal of the store behind the general merchandising area with a hallway where there was a lot of traffic of guys going and leaving. Curious to the core, I put down the box. I went to the counter and got a bunch of quarters, and I walked back there. I tried the first door. Locked. I noticed the position of the deadbolt and started looking for one that indicated that it was open. Down the hall, I found one that was unlocked and pulled the door open. Surprise. I opened it expecting to see an empty booth, only to see a guy dressed similarly to me casually turn around and look at me. The initial surprise turned to shock when I realized that he had his erect dick in his hand and was slowly stroking it, looking at me invitingly. Without thinking and in deep embarrassment, I slammed the door shut and turned to walk further down the hall. But I didn't fail to notice that I now had an erection that was straining in my tighty-whiteys against my straight-arrow business-traveling khakis and starting to leave a wet spot. Another unlocked booth, this time empty. (Was I somewhat disappointed?) I ducked in and quickly locked the door behind me. Black screen with a glowing quarter slot beside it. I started slotting quarters, putting everything in my pocket into the wall. A grainy video of a girl deep-throating a guy came into view. I watched for a minute, then started punching the channel button to cycle through the movies before my time ran out. My hardon was raging in my pants, but I was not about to take it out in public ... yet. I clicked through the channels of various bodies in various positions, then somehow (subconsciously?) stopped on a video that showed a very attractive man unzipping another man's jeans. My erection swelled in my pants. Enough is enough. Watching the movie, I unzipped my khakis, pulled the elastic of my underwear down underneath my balls, and began stroking one of the biggest hardons I'd ever had. I was in a dirty-book store doing something that I thought should never be done outside of the bedroom or bathroom. It felt good. I don't know how long I stood there enjoying the feeling, but I eventually heard a tapping sound down by my left hip that startled me. I looked down quickly and saw two fingers sticking through a hole in the wall tapping against the cheap fibreboard. The fingers tapped again, then made the international "come here" sign and started waving around the hole. Oh shit. A hole in the wall. Someone has been watching me while I did this embarrassing act, and they know I was watching gay porn to boot! What do I do? My initial response was to yank my pants up in shame. Wait a minute. If he's hanging out in the other booth looking through a hole in the wall to watch me beating my meat, it must be because he wants to see it (not because he wants to bust me). It was then that my cock just about burst through my pants. I kicked into full "what the hell" mode. The pants went down, and I decided to give the "eye in the hole" a show. I stroked my dick sensually, then spit on it and stroked it wet. I turned around and spread my cheeks to show my asshole, then turned back around and stroked some more. I got bold. I pushed my hardon down and rubbed it on the fingers. They responded and started drawing me into the hole. It felt so good, but I was so paranoid about all sorts of things that I pulled back before ramming my dick through the hole until my pubes hit the wall (which is what I wanted to do). The fingers in the hole tapped louder, then disappeared. Huh? A tongue came out of the hole, curling to say, "I want to lick something." I was torn. What now? I am far too careful of a person to take that chance, so I tapped the underside of my dick lightly on the tongue and then backed up to start stroking for the finish. The tongue quickly retreated and was replaced by an eye. It didn't take long. I was so turned on that I quickly started breathing heavily and bucking with an impending cumshot. The eye in the hole disappeared and was replaced by the tongue. I was all too happy to coat it from a distance with what he apparently wanted. I shuddered with the last spasm of an awesome orgasm, then spent the next couple of minutes making sure that I didn't look like I had just gone into a booth to jack off into another guy's mouth. I left the booth, walked down the hall and out of the store, and got in my rental car bound for the hotel. I felt guilty and dirty. But I had never felt more curious, and I still am.