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"Nice piece of meat, man"

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 30 May 1998 1 comments
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by Buddy Sparks My first experience watching another guy jack off was when I was 28 while I was watching a video in an adult bookstore. The experience was simple and quick. I was in my booth and a guy standing across from my booth took out his boner and jacked off while I watched. I spewed my spunk in seconds of watching him, and I ran out of there like a bat out of hell. The episode confused the fuck out of me. Three weeks after my first homo-erotic encounter I was no were closer to understanding why I was so turned by watching another man masturbate. After years of living a heterosexual lifestyle I refused to believe, that now for no reason at all, l'd turned gay. Women are still incredibly stimulating to me. Sex with women is still fantastic as it ever was. Yet, three weeks later, I found myself driving back to the adult bookstore were I had my first glimpes of a guy stroking his cock. I walked in through the back door, I found the store was busier than the last time I had been there. I stopped at the back hall and looked around cautiously to be sure I wouldn't be recognized. Once I was certain I would go unnoticed, I walked back toward the booth area. I stepped into the nearest booth and sat down. I put a dollar bill in the machine and started to search for a movie. I settled on a hot brunette with long legs and an ass you could compare to any Sports Illustrated model in the business. It didn't take long for my seven inch rod to rise. I began to rub my dick through the pocket of my sweats. It was easy to stroke myself through the baggy fit of my sweats, and I was glad I had decided to wear a jockstrap so my hard on wouldn't turn my sweats into a fucking Ringling Brothers tent. As I got comfortable, I let my leg stretch out and my foot crossed the threshold of the booth. I was feeling real good, when I became aware of the sound of someone approaching. Just then, a tall goodlooking man with a moustache and a Forty Niners jacket stepped into my booth. "Oops. Sorry kid." he said. But he didn't leave right away. He looked at me for a while and then turned to look at the movie on the screen. "Didn't know anyone was in here." he said. "I was wondering... all the other booths are full, and I was hoping you wouldn't mind if we doubled up. Until another booth opens up." His gaze was peiercing and his speech was very deep, almost whispered as he leaned in towards me. I noticed that the button fly on his jeans were undone. "I'll put in the next bill if you'd like." He said as he pulled money out of his pocket, which made the fly of his jeans open more and I could see the base of his thick cock. "I don't mind." I said in a gruff voice. I was a little embarrassed, but at the same time very aware of the stiffening boner in my jockstrap. "Cool." he said as he leaned over to put in another dollar. Then he stepped into my booth so only his back would be showing to anyone walking past the booth. It was a little awkward, but not uncomfortable as we watched the movie in silence. He had placed his right hand in his jeans pocket and it made his fly open wide. I pretended not to notice, but it became increasingly difficult as his hot dick started to stiffen and lengthen in his jeans. The hand in his pocket was rubbing it to a full fucking hard on. Then he turned to me and whispered. "Why don't you show me your dick man?" I looked up at him and said, "What?" "Take out your dick man. Show me what you got. "I don't know if..." I started to sit up. "Don't worry, nobody can see." and he unbuttoned the waist of his jeans and reached into the fly and slowly pulled out what had to be no less than eight inches of thick dick meat surrouned by a full bush of dark hair and low hanging balls. "Holy shit." I said, completely blown away by the size of it. "Go on man. Show me yours." he said as he began to stroke his hardened cock. Slowly I pulled down the elastic waist band of my sweats to reveal my white jock strap pouch. "Cool. A jock huh?" he said rubbing on the head of his dick which was dripping with pre cum. I was about to pull down on the jock strap and he stopped me. "Wait! Just pull the pouch to the side." I looked at him with a puzzled glare. "Leave the strap on, just pull the pouch aside and let me see your cock." He instructed with little hand gestures. As I grasped the concept, his idea immediately turned me on. I reached for the edge of the pouch deep in the crevice of my groin and pulled on the edge of the pouch and stretched it over my hard dick as it sprang out and stood straight up. "Fuck, thats a nice piece of meat." he said as he fully stroked harder on his own own fleshy rod. "Thanks." I said, quite uncertain as to how to respond to such a compliment. "You wanna touch mine?" he asked as he leaned in and flexed his hard cock at me. A panic rose in my heart, and pulling away from it I said, "NO. No..." "Just like to watch huh?" He smiled and I nodded in agreement. "Can I touch yours?" he asked. "Come on man. Stand up." Before I could answer he put a hand under my arm and helped me to stand. Then he reached over and put his hand around my boner and started to stroke it. The sensation was so new and so fucking hot, I had no time to think. All I could feel was the intense sensation of someone's hand on my rod and stroking me softly but firmly and sending a nasty thrill up my spine. A moan escaped my lips and I leaned back against the wall and spread my legs wider so he could get a better angle. "You like that don't you man?" he said as he stroked my cock gently with a tight grip. "You like me jacking you off don't you?" I couldn't answer. I simply fixed my eyes on his hand and watched as he jacked me off. His other hand stroking his own hard dick with the same rhythm as he was stroking mine. "Yeah man, let me have it. Give me your hard meat man. Let me stroke it for you. You like having another guy playing with your cock man? Feel good having a guy stroke your hard on buddy?" His words, no matter how foreign they sounded to me, had an immediate impact on how I was feeling. The idea of a guy actually wanting to stroke me off was enough to make me cum right there. I had my sweats pulled down, in a movie booth and this complete stranger in a football jacket stroking on my cock and getting off on it. I was moaning and grinding my hips and pumping my ridged dick in his hand. Suddenly he took his hand off my prick just long enough to spit on the palm of his hand. "Wait till you feel this fucker." He put his hand back on my dick and on first impact, the sensation of his slickened palm gliding on my rock hard meat, just about made me scream. "Oh fuck... oh fuck... I'm gonna cum..", I warned him as I sucked in as much air into my lungs as they could hold and with a sudden spasm of lust I pushed my hips forward. I was afraid I would jizz all over his pants, but he was ready. He leaned his own hips forward and put our dicks together and said, "Cum on me fucker. Shoot your wad all over my cock." Both his hands came down on our cocks, stroking both at the same time. My hard dick lay on top of his thick meat and he caressed them both together. Sending hot spasams charged from deep in my ass through my balls and out my swollen dick. Shivers of lust sped through my body. Head to toe I was feeling the excitement of this nasty raunchy sex act. I grabed this hot fucking stud by the shoulder to hold my balance. "Oh shit... fuck." Was all I managed to say as the first load of cum shot from my piss slit and landed in his cock hair. Spurt after spurt shot out of my hard prick and landed all over his mid section. My cum was on his dick, his stomach, his pubic hair, running down his leg, on his hands, my cum was everywhere. "Yeah fucker, cum on me man. Shoot your load all over me." he was rubbing hard on our cocks and as I shot the last of my load his cock erupted and sent his jizz flying into my balls, and I could feel his hot wad landing on the inside of my legs and running down my thighs. It was the most incredible feeling I've ever had. As my spasms subsided, I leaned back against the wall breathing deep. As I opened my eyes the guy looked at me and simply said, "Thanks." Then put his dick back into his jeans and walked out of my booth. The smell of sperm was thick and it kept me hard as I cleaned off the mess. I pulled up my sweats and walked out of the booth. On the way home, I felt the pangs of guilt, and fear and even a little repulsed. But deep down I was feeling very gratified. Almost secure in knowing I'd survive these feelings. I began to think that maybe I was not gay, just fulfilling a sense of ... curiosity. As I took a shower before bed, I once more asked myself, why was going to the adult bookstore in search for guys to jack off with becoming such an obsession? Curiosity. That is what it was... simple curiosity. Just before nodding off, I remembered the old saying.. "Curiosity killed the cat." And I laughed thinking, "Obviously that cat had never been to an adult bookstore."