Confessions of a Show-Off: Pt 3, Stroke Booth

So, after my first two adventures of jacking off for an audience, I was determined to find other who were interested.  Webcam and chat rooms were satisfying, but only to a point.  While the thrill of someone watching was there, it could be hit or miss and it never lived up to the excitement of the live interaction.  This was the days before Craigslist and other avenues became readily available.  So, I decided to try the adult bookstores in my area.

 The first I visited had a theater. But it was filled with pushy guys, older mostly, who were more interested in sucking cock than watching each other.  There were also arcade booths with glory holes.  I tried to put on a show in front of the glory hole, but again, most were interested in other things.  Then I tried another, larger place that billed itself as an adult ‘super center’. 

There was the sex shop area with toys and dvds, the Peep show area - with live dancers behind windows, the arcade - with two screens per booth, all open into the hallway, and private ‘preview’ rooms. 

I started with the peep shows.  Coins in the machine opened a curtain, and tips through a hole got the dancer to start the show.  The higher the tip, the better the show.  My first visit, I had tipped well and the cute dancer was using a dildo on herself just on the other side of the glass.  I opened my fly, pulled out my cock and started a slow stroke.  In my naivety, I assumed she couldn’t see me.  But when she mouthed “nice cock” and winked, I knew I had a new favorite lunch spot. 

As it turns out, not only could the dancer see me, but so could guys in the other booths.  Stroking for and with other guys to a woman in the middle was pretty hot and I spilled a lot of semen in those booths. 

One day, after a peep show session, I was not quite ready to leave, so I gave the arcade a try.  I walked into a booth, put coins in and started flipping thru videos. Shortly, another guys joins on the other side of the booth and does the same.  I settled on a vid and started rubbing thru my pants.  Each screen was separated by a partition, and my neighbor was hidden behind his.

 I eventually got hard and decided to jack off again.  I stood in my booth, just far enough out of the partition to let me shy booth mate know what I was doing.  He was still quiet and hidden from view.

 I was enjoying the porn and taking my time, and just when I thought about going back to the dancers, I caught a glimpse of him looking my way.  I positioned where he could see more and make it obvious that I didn’t mind him watching.  Suddenly he appeared, cock out, right next to me.  “Can I watch?” he asked.

 Absolutely. 

We were booth stroking, in similar styles and rhythms. We were close to the same length, 7 inches or so, though mine was thicker.  I wasn’t near to cumming again, I thought, until he shot a rope high into the air. Seeing that first-hand was all it took and I shot my 2nd load of the day, turning away just in time to not have to pay for his dry cleaning.

We talked for a bit after cleaning up and zipping up.  We had similar jobs, and other things in common.  We agreed to meet again for lunch there the same time next week.  That’s when he mentioned “this thing” he wanted to try….