My Second Trip to the Adult Bookstore Arcade

In my story here titled "My First Trip to the Glory Holes," I describe the arcade and my playing with other cocks. This true story is about my second trip to an Adult Bookstore (ABS) arcade. I am in a very good marriage, but she lost interest in sex 9 years ago, I am bi, and I seem to get hornier every day.

On the 20-minute drive from my home to the ABS, I can feel my heart beat a bit faster in anticipation of the experience. I park the car, don a baseball hat, put on a Covid mask (required at the ABS), and get out of the car to walk the half block to the store. My heart beats faster. I enter the store (not large in the store area) and go to the desk to pay the $10 admission fee to the arcade. The ABS (part of a chain where I live) has video booths, but they no longer have you pay in the booth to see the video. The $10 admission gives you entrance to the Arcade for an hour. Guys are not there to watch the videos, anyway; not with porn so readily available on the internet. No, the guys are there to play with cocks, to stroke them, to suck them, to be sucked, and more.

I open the door to the Arcade and step into a short, lit hall. To the immediate right is a black curtain doorway into the larger group theater. Straight ahead is another doorway to the small video booths. I step through the curtain to my right into the larger group room, with has a straight sex video playing on the far wall. The room is about 20x20 feet, with a dozen or more light patio chairs that can be moved around. The room is dark, with the only light coming from the video on the far wall. In the Arcade the walls and ceiling are all painted black, so it is plenty dark. I take a few steps into the group room and lean against the wall; it takes a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the dark. I gaze at the porn video, but that is not why I am there. Slowly my eyes adjust to the dark and I can see faintly the men sitting in chairs, seemingly watching the video.

I reach down to start rubbing my cock. I might have taken it out of my fly and let my tee shirt cover it when I enter the room, but in any case within a few minutes I am edging my penis outside my fly. I look at the men in the chairs, and I can make out their cocks sticking outside of their flies, being stroked. Another man parts the black curtains and stands against the wall near me. he also pretends to watch the porn, but he is close enough that I reach down to touch his genitals through his pants.

I should repeat here was I say in my "First Time at the Glory Holes" story-- namely, that most men there understand the signals, mostly nonverbal, they send indicating what they want to do. Guys will push away a hand placed on their genitals if they are not interested, and a wise rule is to respect that gesture and not pursue the touching with him. On the other hand, most times the guy standing next to me will reach down to hold my exposed penis, and I will dig into his pants and underwear to find his. So we are standing against the wall, facing each other, and stroking each other. Sometimes I sit in a chair beside one of the guys stroking his exposed penis. I will reach over to hold his penis, and he might welcome it or brush me away. Respect the wishes.

If there are more than a half dozen or so men in that large room, some will stand in a small circle, their penises out, in a sort of masturbation daisy chain.

This is an urban neighborhood in a California Bay Area city, so the men there come from a number of ethnic and racial groups-- white, black, Asian, Latino, and Filipino. Most of the penises are average size (which is true of mine), but as a cut guy I am pleased to get to play with a number of uncut penises as well as cut ones.

At some point I will leave the large room and head back into the dark hallways where the small booths are arrayed down two hallways, with glory holes between the booths, the mirror booth from each hallway. There are also booths on the side walls with no glory holes.

The official rule is "one to a booth," but that rule is ignored. If you go into a booth with a glory hole (or even one without) you have options. Leave the door open as you masturbate openly, seemingly to the porn video but really to attract attention from the hall. or close the door and do not lock it-- someone is bound to try the door, or lock the door if you want to direct your attention to the glory hole, where there is a whole other set of customs and signals about what you want to do or have done to your penis.

On that second visit I was masturbating in a booth but left the door ajar, and soon a guy came into the booth and closed the door behind him. He pulled down his pants to his thigh and we stroked each other face-to-face. No words exchanged or needed. Suddenly he surprised me. He dropped to his knees and took my penis balls-deep into his mouth.

What you should know at this point is that I had never been sucked, ever, in my life. My married sex was very vanilla. I was so excited that I came in his mouth fairly quickly, and he swallowed my whole load. Wow. My first BJ ever at age 76.

He stood and left. Time for me to go.

Actually I had a third trip to a different ABS store in the same chain a few months later. In that store the booths are larger, max 6 guys to a booth, and no glory holes. I had two firsts for me on that visit. The first is that I sucked my first penis. He wore a condom at my request (still not ready to suck the bare penis of a stranger, for fear of STDs) and was pleased to discover that I could deep-throat a thick, 6-inch penis. Years earlier, when my wife worked away from home during the week, I bought a latex penis and balls dildo, sometimes to explore anal play but also seeing if I could repress my gag reflex and swallow the six-inch penis balls-deep. I could. But I never had the chance to try that on a real penis--- until the third visit. It was also on that visit that I received my second ever BJ. Same story-- stroking a guy who suddenly dropped to his knees to suck my penis balls-deep and let me cum in his mouth. Quite a trip (all that in a half hour visit!)

Strangely, I did not feel like this anonymous sex was "cheating" on my wife. It has no emotional attachment. It sure meets my needs to horny play.