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11 Booths of Glory - Booth #1

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by Mathew S Three years ago when I moved to the Central Coast of California, I had no idea that I was capable of sexual excitement with another male. The idea of touching another guys rod was the farthest thing from my mind when I engaged in sex. I always considered myself as heterosexual as they come (no pun intended). I married my girlfriend right out of grad school, moved to Denver Colorado and took a job working for my father's engineering firm in preparation to take over the family business. I lived the typical nuclear family lifestyle with two kids, a wife, three cars, a house, a dog, a cat and fish in a tank. Until one fatal day when my wife announced that she was taking the kids, her half of our savings, one of the cars and moved to New York where she wanted to "find herself". My entire life life went to shit. I was 30 years old and wallowing my sorrows away in a bottle of scotch. It took me two years to finally wised up. I realized I had my whole life ahead of me, so in a mad attempt to "find myself" I accepted a job at an Airbase on the Central Coast of California. Living in a small town has been great. It was as natural to me as pancakes for Sunday breakfast. My only complaint is the night life. it leaves a lot to be desired. l'm by no means a party animal, but getting laid in a small town takes far too much energy. One day while playing basketball with a buddy of mine, he mentioned an adult bookstore that rented adult movies. So on a very lonely and extremely horny state of mind, I took to the streets and found the bookstore in question. I don't know why, but I was a little nervous about going in. I parked in the back and hoped that nobody I worked with would be in the store. As I walked through the back door, I was surprised to find it was a very nice place. Clean, friendly, inviting and lots and lots of movies. As I looked around, my interest was peaked when I saw they had a section of movie booths in the front of the store. They displayed over sixty channels and a fantastic variety videos to choose from. I popped a woody looking at the covers in the display case. Looking around once more to make sure nobody was checking me out, I reached for my wallet and walked into the first booth I saw. Booth number one. Little did I know this booth would change my life forever. I walked into a dimly lit booth, clean and smelling of air freshener. I noticed a box of tissues over he TV monitor, and a waste basket at my feet. After inserting a dollar bill in the machine, the screen came to life with two naked women licking each other's pussies. My bone was thick in my slacks and I could feel the wetness at the tip of my dick slit that always welled up there when I get really horny. I realized that i might leak pre-cum and get a wet spot in the front of my tan Dockers, so I adjusted my wood so that it was laying straight up to the waist band. It was a tight fit but I felt better about oozing any excitement while watching this hot flick. Adjusting my hard on felt good, and I'll admit I continued rubbing it through my pants as I sat back to watch the video. I let my leg stretch out beyond the border of the booth as I kept massaging my boner and watching these two incredibly fine women licking each other's wet clits and finger fucking their cunts. Just as the blonde inserted a dildo into her cunt, some numbers appeared on the screen, and it took me a second to realize the machine was telling me I only had I0 seconds to put another dollar in before the screen went blank. In my excitement reaching for more cash I dropped my wallet and it landed at the threshold of the booth. Standing up to get my wallet, I noticed a guy standing at the movie display case that was in front of booth number one. He was a husky looking Mexican kid, and I assumed he was a local based on his style of clothing. He had that "gangster wanna-be" look. He was dressed in a brown plaid button down pendleton and baggy oversized jeans and those large thick soled sneekers. He looked to be about 24 years old. He had a mildly dark complexion, with really smooth skin and a small goatee. He stood about 5'II" with dark brown curly hair under a ball cap that read "Raiders". Normally I wouldn't have thought twice about him standing there, except that he was staring right at me. Well, actually, he was staring at the bulge in my pants, which by this time was really huge and you'd have to be blind to let it go unnoticed. He broke the stand off with a crooked little smile as he cocked his head a bit to signify I should follow him. I'll admit I was caught by surprise, and in a panic I jumped back and hit the chair in the booth with a loud thud. Sweat was running down my collar and I could feel my dick swell harder in my shorts. I wasn't sure what to think. I sat there collecting my thoughts, and very slowly looked out of the booth to see if he was still there. To my relief he was gone. I wondered why he would want me to follow him. Eventually, I resigned to the idea that he was just making fun of the hard on I was busted with. Panic subsiding, I put another dollar in the machine, and the screen lit up once more. The lesbian scene was over, so I started to channel surf. With each press of the button, one hot sex scene after another appeared on the screen. My horny desires increased and the fire in my cock was heating up like a fucking furnace, as I groped it, kneading it between my fingers and stroking it through the lose pleats of my slacks. Settling on a movie that had one girl being gang banged by six guys. I kicked back in the booth and fantasized being one of those men fucking this beautiful woman. Imagining I was the guy deep up her firm butt cheeks, fucking her tight ass and feeling another hard dick up her wet pussy, rubbing against mine as we fuck her in synchronization. Her mouth full of hot dick from a guys standing over her, as she jacks off two more guys on each side of her. I was in horny man's heaven watching this flick and jerking my hard cock. Until... someone walked into my booth. It scared the shit out of me. I sat up to hide my rod, and saw it was the Mexican guy I had seen earlier, only now he was standing in my booth. "Howz it goin aye?" he whispered from the door. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but I nervously looked up and said, "Is there a problem ?" "No, no problem. Its cool." he said as he left my booth. The thought he might be a store security guard came to mind. Maybe he was making sure I didn't free Willy in the booth. Slowly and cautiously, I leaned out to peek from the booth to be certain he had gone. I was surprised to see him standing at the movie display case, smiling like he was the Cheshire Cat. Then the damnedest thing happened. Standing there, he slowly raised the shirt tail of his pendleton with his left hand and revealed the reason why he was smiling. This crazy fuck and his hard dick sticking out of his jeans and was stroking it in his right hand. Facing the display case, his back was to everyone in the store, but coming from out of the booth area a person would see this guy was jacking off his rod. It was beyond belief. l'd never seen anything like it. Pulling myself back into my booth my heart was pounding a mile a minute. I was scared to death, and for reasons beyond any explanation, I wanted to look again. More than anything else in the world I wanted to take one more look at this guys hard cock again. Now you gotta understand, I've seen a lot of dicks in my life. Not in a homosexual way. I mean, you know... I played every sport there is. I've been in locker rooms, I've skinny dipped with my buds, I've peed in the woods with the best of them...l've seen a lot of dicks! But this was the first time, any guy had ever purposely shown me his hard on for no other reason but to let me look at him jacking off. My own cock was throbbing thick and hard in my pants, as I mustered the courage to lean out too look again. He must have known I would peek again because this time he was looking right at me, as he deliberately pulled up his shirt once more and shamelessly caressed his thick piece of meat. Deliberately jacking off, and pushing his hips out to make his boner stand out long and thick, wanting me to watch him in this nasty act. And I watched. I couldn't take my eyes off of it as he caressed his giant cock lewdly. As he pulled the skin back, the head of his cock would stretch out shiny and wet, and as he pushed on it, the thick foreskin covered the head completely and a huge drop of pre-cum built up at the open fold. Back and forth, back and forth for what seemed forever. It was the most erotic thing l'd ever seen. For a second the thought of someone walking by and catching us at this perverse little game crossed my mind. But I didn't give a shit. I was so caught up in this horny display that the Pope and twelve FBI men could have busted in and I would still want to look at this guys cock. What ever fear I had, was gone for the moment and had transformed into a shutter of excitement and lust as I mindlessly stroked my rock hard dick in my pants. The pounding in my chest was so strong that I didn't realize how loud I was breathing, and before I knew it, words slipped from my lips in a hoarse whisper. Words I never would have equated with watching a guy jack off in front of me. "Oh fuck... oh yeah, stroke it..." I moaned, and with a wave of ecstasy, I felt my balls push fluids up my shaft and before I could stop, wad after wad of hot cum gushed in my pants. I kept watching this guy stroke his thick meat as wave after wave of hot lust pumped out of my body. I could feel the hot jizz as it spewed over the head of my thick shaft, hitting the inside of my boxers and oozing down the pubic bush of my sex. Hot and wet, I had never felt an orgasm as powerful as the one I felt that day, and I doubt I ever will. As I subsided, the guy lightly laughed, winked at me, lowered his shirt tails and walked into the back of the booth area. Suddenly the reality of what had just done sped through my brain and I quickly looked down and saw a huge wet spot in the front of my slacks. Not knowing what else to do, I pulled out tissue after tissue, (provided gratefully by the management) dropped my pants and started to dab up as much of my cum that had not been absorbed by the fabric of my pants. It was a loosing battle. I was devastated. Having no idea how long it would take to dry, and only having one more dollar bill in my wallet (I wasn't about to put a twenty dollar bill in the machine this late in the game) I had to come up with a plan on how to get out of the store with out being noticed. If anyone saw the wet spot they would know I was... Suddenly a fear I had never experienced gripped me by the throat. I was afraid to step out of the booth, I was afraid of running into this guy face to face, I was afraid of being caught with my pants down... but of all the fears running through my head, it was the fear that I had found a hard dick so fucking erotic that scared me the most. "OH MY GAWD!! AM I GAY?" my thoughts frightened me so, that for a second I imagined I had said it out loud that everyone in the store heard me. In a defiant stance of denial, I un-tucked my shirt tails, and covered the spot as much as possible and literally ran out of the store, bumping into two racks and a customer on the way out. My car couldn't carry me home fast enough, as I sped down Main street. Running into my house, I went straight to the bathroom and splashed cold water onto my face then stripped out of my clothes as I thought about what had happened. I looked at the huge cum spot on my pants and shorts. The smell of jizm was pungent in the fabric. And to my shock and surprise, my boner had risen again, just thinking about it. Once more the fear that I might be gay gripped my heart strings and in a moment of total bewilderment, I dropped to the floor with out thinking and did push up, not stopping until I was breathless and exhausted and unable to feel anything but fatigue. I collapsed on the floor and closed my eyes in confusion. Every fiber of my body ached as I fought to catch my breath. As my stomach was weak and my biceps trembled as I kept asking myself, "Why did this guys cock turn me on so much?". The question raced through my thoughts over and over. But no answer seemed reasonable enough. It didn't make sense. I had never been attracted to guys. So why all of a sudden did watching a guy jerk off get me all hot and bothered? Again, there was no answer. There was only one thing I knew for certain. I knew deep in my soul, I would be returning to that book store again. Of that, I had no doubt. I would return.