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A Helping Hand

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True story, my anonymous companion appeared to be in his 30's.
When I was younger, I often visited adult bookstores, enjoying the arcades with film and video booths. Seeing other guys stroking their stiff cocks through openings in the booth walls was a big thrill to me. Occasionally I was rewarded with the opportunity to fondle and caress someone to orgasm. Not having been in an adult store for sometime, about 18 months ago, I stopped at one open 24 hours a day. Being morning, the arcade was quiet with only a few booths in use. Selecting a booth at random, I deposited a few dollar bills in the video player and noticed someone in the next booth openly masturbating. Soon I was presented with his quite thick 6-inch member inserted into my viewing booth. Unable to resist, I began lightly stroking his velvety soft steel rod. Far to soon, it was withdrawn and I watched as my younger companion resumed jacking off. Several minutes later, I again had the opportunity to play with the stranger and tried to duplicate his technique as best I could. From his muffled moans, it was easy to tell he was enjoying the attention being paid to his horny cock. Soon, his increasing stiffness and reddish purple color announced he was getting close. A bit disappointed, I watched as he resumed masturbating himself. I soon sensed he wanted to cum but was becoming frustrated. Wondering what could be done to help, I thought some lubrication should do the trick. So as he presented me his loaded weapon one last time, I quickly spit into the palm of my hand and wrapped it around his cock. Stroking the now slippery member, I heard his loud groans of pleasure and felt his body tremble uncontrolably. A couple of twitches later, his overheated cock began spewing. The first shot traveled the width of the booth to splat against the far wall, as did the second. With decreasing intensity, the next several strings arced gracefully to the floor. Finally the orgasm subsided with cum oozing out of the head and dripping to the ground. My companion needed several minutes to recover and then put his personal genie back in the bottle with trembling hands. A whispered thanks and he was gone. About a week later, local authorities forced the store to close its video arcade. It may be gone, but all my memories remain.

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