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The Video Arcade

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 11 Aug 1998 1 comments
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by TonyD My story is true and reveals a little about myself as well as why I have some fetishes that I do. I'm 30 now but often think back to my coming out and going out to places where gay men hung out. One such place was a local bookstore back home in small-town Connecticut. I had just turned 18 and wanted to check out the local "dirty" bookstore. I knew it existed for a long time but was worried about going in before I became "legal age." I went the day after my birthday. The place was full of racks of magazines and video boxes. It smelled like an hold house... actually it was in what appeared to be the basement of an old house. There was one employee working, an older guy who didn't really may be no mind. I wasn't too concerned about him, but was concerned about my growing hard-on in my jeans. I walked back and forth around the store looking at the magazines and videos... mostly looking at the straight ones - but occasionally looking at the gay ones. But then I figured - hey... I was hear to explore my sexuality and so be it... I started looking only at the gay ones. My hard-on got worse and stuck straight up in my jeans - i had nothing to hide it with. Thankfully - there weren't too many guys around. I think the older guy behind the counter starting watching me - and that only turned me on more. After a while I noticed a back-room of sorts. I wasn't sure what was behind the swinging lovouer doors so I asked the guy. He said they were private viewing rooms and that I could go in if I wanted. The rooms took quarters to operate them and each had a door for privacy. I went back and began looking around. It was darker and it smelled a bit more - more like sex. There were a few other guys in there, pacing up and down a hallway. This hallway had viewing boothes on each side. I started looking at all the pictures hung on the doors and walls advertising which movies were playing in which room. I got hard again while doing this. I noticed a few doors were closed and had little red lights on about the door. I kept pacing up and down and found that I was being watched. I didn't realize it at the time of course - but someone was cruising me. This guy must've been about 28-30 years old. He was taller than me and bigger too - meaning he had a little muscle on him. I was 5'10" and slim. He had dark hair and eyes and wore 501 levi's and (of course) a white t-shirt. We kept eyeing each other and finally he walked into a booth, but he didn't close the door. Everyone else had already entered a booth so it was just he and I left. I got real nervous and REAL hard. I kept pacing - watching him in the booth. He pulled out his cock and balls and began rubbing himself, not really jacking himself off, just playing with himself. At one point - I stopped in front of him and he showed me his stuff - he had big balls, hairy and they were held up by a big chrome cock-ring. His cock was only semi-hard but stuck out pretty far. I reached over and rubbed his balls... they felt heavy in my hand and he let out a small sigh. I looked down at my hard-on and realized I had a wet-spot the size of a nickle. I panicked and started pacing again until I finally opened a booth across the hallway from him. I left my door open and watched him. We both popped in some quarters and movies started playing. He dropped his 501's and let them fall around his ankles. He wore white briefs which he tucked under his balls and cock-ring. He leaned against the wall of his booth and began jacking off. He looked so hot staring at me! He pulled up his t- shirt and rubbed his flat hairy stomach. His cock stuck up in the air - it must've been a good 8" long and getting harder every minute. I undid my own 501s and pushed them to the floor - tucked the waist band of my white briefs under my balls and began stroking my raging cock. It was hard as hell and leaking precum like crazy. I smoothed it over the head of my 7" dick and played with my balls while watching the man across the hallway. He began jerking off again... slowly and faster. He spit into his hand and smoothed it over his cock. He closed his eyes and started pumping his fist hard. He fucked his fist with his wild cock and his balls tightened up. His cock-ring shined at me from across the hall and the sight of his white briefs turned me on more. My balls started churning and I knew I was gonna cum. The guy stood straight up - faced me and said quietly "I'm gonna cum!" My fist was flying over my own cock! He shook when he finally let loose sending three or four jets of cum out into the open hallway. His face all red and tight with intense pleasure as he continued to milk his cock. I couldn't handle it - my cock erupted and I shot my hot load into the hall too shooting farther than he did. Our cum splattered together between us. I was spent - exhausted from the excitement, cum still on my hand. My friend shook the remaining cum from his hand onto the floor, tucked his cock and balls in and pulled up his jeans, and left. Just then - I heard another door open and I quickly ducked inside my booth. I was still breathing heavy but managed to pull up my briefs and jeans and headed out. I left the store - never seeing the guy again. But I'll never forget the white briefs, the 501s and the beautiful chrome cock-ring. I love every aspect about them... which probably explains my fascination with them today. I still love a man in white briefs, a man in a cockring and a man in levi's. Put them together and I'm hard all-over again. Love your site - gotta go take care of something now - CYA