Date: Tue, 15 May 2012 11:35:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Blake Cotera <blakester9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: It Started At The Vid Booth Part 1

Based on a true story.  Feedback welcome. Blakester9999.yahoo.com

I was slumping. Hadn't had a chick since my girlfriend dumped me (freakin
bitch) so it had been like 2 months and the only action I was getting was
thanks to my ever accommodating right hand.  It was a hot Saturday
afternoon in the middle of summer and the A/C in my apartment got the temp
down to about 80.  I decided to go to the local JO farm, an adult vid store
with viewing booths.  I'd been there before thinking I could scare up a
blow job from a chick (never saw a woman there but hey when you're
desperate anything's possible).  The booths were pretty clean and had big
windows on either side if you felt like opening up the electric curtain and
spanking one out with a buddy (separated by the window).  I never did that
before, just cuz if I'm there I'm there to do my business and get the hell
out. I don't really need to see another dude choke his chicken.  But I've
gone enough times to know that when you hear a little click at the window
it means someone next door is asking you to unlock your side of the window
lever so it can be opened. I never opened the window before cuz generally
you see a bunch of crunchy old creepers heading to the booths and I
defiantly don't need to see that. But I got in my booth, put my money in
the slot, dropped my pants, and like magic a blond with a killer rack pops
up sucking a very lucky cock.  Only a few minutes went by before I heard
the `click' for the window. I ignored it at first but then thought to
myself what the fuck -- if some old queer wants to get off watching me get
off have at it. I unlocked my window and a second later I saw out of the
corner of my eye the window open. For the first minute or so I didn't even
look over.  Didn't need to see the saggy skin of a horny octogenarian
oogling me. Not like I'm a fuckin god. But I'm 25 and in pretty damn good
shape.  Curiosity finally got to me so I glanced over.  At first it didn't
really register with me.  Like when you expect to take a swig of beer but
instead it's whiskey.  I wasn't looking at a creeper.  I was looking at
someone who could be a buddy I hang out with in a bar.  My age.  Baseball
cap with some blond flow coming out the bottom. My height (5'11").  I'm
guessing he had 20 lbs on me, he probably went 180. Ring of thorns tat
around his right bicep. Pierced left nipple.  I'm expecting to see Grampa
and I get normal jerking frat boy.  Except for the fact he was naked.  I
mean buck naked. My pants were around my ankles but bro did the full fuckin
strip!  I liked this guy haha. We kinda looked at each other...nodded...and
went about our business. I was watching some black chick with a curvy ass
get fucking pounded by a white guy with a gigantic dick. Every once in a
while I'd glance over at my new buddy in the next booth. He'd either be
watching his porn (5 guys gang banging a chick) or glancing at me. I
noticed that he kept looking behind me, almost like there was someone
standing behind me in the booth. I even looked back a couple times but no
one was there. Finally I realized that he was trying to catch a glimpse of
my ass.  So I turned around a little to give him a look (I got a nice ass
-- average dick size -- but a really nice ass -- so I figured I'd give him
a look).  He nodded and gave a smirk.  Just to play fair I wiggled my
finger at him motioning for him to turn around so I could have a look at
his ass. He did.  He must have been a jock, I'm guessing wrestling, cuz he
had a big ol round lily white bubble ass.  Not fat, but plump.  He even
lifted his leg and bent part way over.  I couldn't really see his hole but
I saw the clumps of hair in his asscrack.  Kinda cool.

Watching the Nubian chick get rammed was enough for me to get off and I
felt my balls percolating so I picked up the tempo on my bone. I was pretty
close when I glanced over to bro next door. But now instead of glancing he
was pretty much just staring at me, watching me beat my cock into
oblivion. I've beat off with a couple buddies before but this was
different. This was having a dude stand there and watching me stroke my
meat. I've played with myself in front of chicks before but never had a
dude actually watch me beat my bone. Pretty hot actually.  I was feeling
pretty loose so I leaned back, closed my eyes, and really pounded my
dick. Soon I was shooting cum all over the floor. When I opened my eyes I
looked at bro and he was smirking and turning back to the screen in front
of him, grasping his rock hard dick in his hand. Now it was my turn to
watch. He took the same approach as I did -- grab the fucker and beat the
living shit out of it. Within seconds he was shooting his load, but it was
way different than mine. His streams fuckin doused the screen in front of
him. He must have been storing juice for a month! Right after he shot (and
recovered) he hit the button that lowered the curtain.  I cleaned up,
pulled my pants up, opened the door and walked out.  I took a few steps and
heard right behind me a door open and someone walking behind me. It was my
buddy in the booth next to me.  For some reason I didn't want to see him.
It was like it was ok what we did in that booth but I didn't want a guy in
real life to think I got off watching him beat off. So I went to my car,
got in, buckled up and started the engine. Then I heard a knock on my
window.  I looked and just saw the midsection of jeans. I got closer to the
window, looked up, and saw it was the booth dude.  I was kinda trapped so I
opened the window a little and he tossed a piece of paper in.  It had a
phone number on it.

To be continued...