Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2009 19:09:44 -0400 From: Bob Onehornysoul Subject: Richmond Video Store I really didn't have a specific plan that day as I walked out of my Richmond, VA office on my lunch hour. I was headed for the adult bookstore not far away. I'd been there several times before, seeking relief from my horniness. At this point in my life, I was in my mid-30's and still unmarried. During my work in several other states, I had had all sorts of sexual adventures with the whores in "massage parlors". The best night was one in Madison, Wisconsin that I've just finished writing about; one that began at a strip club's "amateur night". Seeing those totally naked young college chicks had given me such a hard on that it nearly raised my table from the floor; a hard on that was only relived when a cabbie delivered me to a massage parlor where I picked the freshest young thing to masturbate me to a rousing climax. Beyond adventures with the hookers, I had also visited many adult bookstores in several states. In Chicago, I had let an older gent suck me off till I shot my wad down his willing throat. At another time in the exact same place, I had entered a video booth with a young dude but, after inquiring "You looking to give or receive?" and hearing "receive", I said "Sorry" and left. In another city, it had been a middle-aged married guy who gratefully received my seed and then admitted that he HAD told his wife he'd quit such actions but then suffered a relapse. Still, at that time in my life, I wasn't quite ready to return the favor. So, here I was in Richmond, on my way to yet another bookstore with no real plan to do anything other than, most likely, watch some videos to get hard and then shoot my wad into the handful of toilet paper I brought with me. Such had been my lot on many other previous visits. As usual, I varied my route on the way to the video store, going a block or two out of my way lest someone from my office see me and wonder where I was bound. I would positively HATE to have to explain "Oh, just for my usual lunchtime jerk off." Even more embarrassing would have been if I'd met one of the guys from the office inside the store perusing the porn for sale. I'd been known to raise a decent hard on from simply studying the pictures on the VCR tapes displayed on racks and maybe they had, too. The retail room contained, usually, more than one tented trouser front and it was "hard" to not get caught at least noticing them. I can't possibly imagine what I'd have said had the pecker-poking guy been one of my co-workers! The thought of meeting one of them in a backroom video booth never even entered my mind. As I've said, I'd only been the suckee theretofore - never the sucker and, frankly, none of the office guys seemed at all gay. Now, ask me about meeting one of the office WOMEN. There were several of those that I'd have given my left nut to suck or fuck ANYTIME of day but I had never, EVER met ANY woman in a video store. Now let's describe the backroom. It was dimly lit and, upon entering, one always had to wait a moment or two to let one's eyes adjust. Once adjusted, a row or two of video booths aligned the walls. Each booth was basically just plywood panels enclosing an area of maybe 4 feet wide and 6 feet deep. A video projector was built into one wall of each booth and a quarter bought about 3 or 4 minutes of porn shown on the opposing wall. The featured attractions of each booth were displayed on posters on an exterior wall of each booth. The menus ranged from straight to outright gay and sometimes bisexual 3-ways. What you COULD count on was that every woman was gorgeous with big tits and the men were all hung like bulls. Inside the booth, were two or three slots for your quarters such that "A" might have the straight stuff, "B" the gay", and "C" the mixed fun. Given all that, the sexual preference of a guy seen entering the booth was never truly obvious, for you didn't know WHICH slot got his quarters. From experience, I had figured out the protocol. Each booth had a inward-opening plywood door which, for privacy, had a cheap deadbolt lock. Guys who just wanted to watch a flick and jerk off without being bothered would, of course, lock the door. Those looking for "action" of any type would leave it unlocked but slightly ajar. On the prior visits when I'd been the suckee, that's how I'd gained entrance. I'd pushed a door inward a bit and heard a male voice inviting me to join him. On many visits, I'd left my door unlocked but no one had ever sought to be let in. This day was different. I'd been in the booth for maybe 10 minutes, watched a flick or two, and had raised a fairly decent hard on, which I'd been slowly stroking. "Come on in", I whispered, just loud enough that he'd hear me but no one outside of 3 feet away could overhear. He was briefly silhouetted against the light from the front room. I saw that he was a well-dressed dude of about 35 or so. He turned and locked the door and then turned again so that he faced me with his back against the door. I think I still had a video playing and, even with only its lighting, I was able to get a quick look at what he had to offer before it needed. Damn, he was quick! I hadn't even heard him unzip his suit pants but he had, and he had withdrawn his totally-erect cock. Holy hell, his was a lot larger than mine, maybe 8" to 9"! His hand was also fast in reaching toward my crotch and, in a flash, took hold of my modest 6" and began stroking it. I, of course, was glad to grab his in return. We both stroked away gently, in no hurry to "complete" our pleasurable tasks. Had we done so, I don't know if he would have given me enough warning to fish the toilet paper from my back pocket to collect his discharge and I had no idea if he'd brought any, either. He certainly enjoyed what he was doing to me and I enjoyed what his rock-hard cock felt like. MY ministrations, on the "other hand" (LOL) could have been taken either of two ways"; either they were TOO good and he wasn't going to last too long, or else they weren't that good at all. (After all, theretofore, I'd only stroked a few cocks and never with any serious intent; 'twas just something to occupy me as the other guy slurped my dick.) Whatever the case, while he continued stroking mine, his dick was, after not too long, returned to his pants. Up to this point, I don't think I'd said much, which was surprising because I'm normally quite verbose. However, with the disappearance of his manly staff, I suddenly realized that I MISSED IT! I whispered, "That's a helluva weapon you have there. It must drive the women crazy. Let me see it again." (That last was totally silly because, intent on what I was doing, I'd ceased inserting quarters into the slots and the booth was damned dark.) He readily unsheathed his weapon again and, once again feeling its hot sturdiness, I reached a momentous decision. I wanted to TASTE IT! Ohmigawd! While the thought of doing such a thing had lingered in the recesses of my mind for years, only now did I make the decision to actually do it. I seem to recall a very brief rationalization; if not this magnificent specimen, then WHICH one would I EVER suck? After all, if I didn't like this first one, there likely would never be another one. I decided to take that bold step and whispered to him "I want to suck it a bit. I've never done this before but I simply have to taste it. Just don't cum in my mouth. Let me know when you're getting close to cumming." (Hey, what the hell? While I HAD decided to suck my first cock, I still wasn't ready for the taste of semen. If the sucking worked out and there WAS another cock eventually, I might try that then.) He didn't say a word of assent but, then, he didn't back away (as if there much room to) as I bent my head down and began my ministrations. I started by licking it thoroughly, from its tender mushroom head down its as-long-as-I'd-expected length to its hairy base. (I wanted to judge what I was in for before I inserted it into my mouth.) Satisfied that I could take nearly all, if not all, of it, I proceeded to measure its girth. Gee, I had no time to do the math but it sure seemed like to took at least 10" to work my tongue all the way around its circumference. Amazed at what I'd found, I may have removed my tongue long enough to whisper "Damn!" for he cautioned "Sssh!" Finished with my measuring there in that dark booth, I teased him just a bit more. I washed the huge head of this magnificent specimen, licking it 'round and 'round, paying extra attention to the point under that throbbing helmet. I knew from all my solo jacking off that the most sensitive point of MY dick lie there and a constant friction of my index finger rubbing on it would always quickly result in a torrent of cum spilling forth. I think this held true for him, too, since it elicited a soft "Ahh!". At that sound, I realized that maybe I was doing TOO good a job and that maybe he wouldn't be able to hold true to his promise not to cum without warning. I certainly wasn't ready for that, even though the pre-cum I had been lapping up tasted quite good. "Ok", I thought to myself, "time for the BIG event." LOL Time for a cock to enter my mouth as far as I could take it, for the very first time in my life. I circled my lips around that huge head and let it slide gently inside my eager mouth. That seemed to be no problem so I slowly worked more and more of it inside. I won't lie to you and say that I deep-throated the entire 8" or so but I did manage at least 6" before it encountered the back of my oral cavern. I backed it slowly out and again inserted it, repeating this cycle over and over, being sure to keep a steady stroking rhythm with my hand on such portion as remained outside at any point. The totally amazing thing about this experience was that I would never have guessed that a rampaging cock would exhibit so many sensations at once. It was, first of all, as hard as a rock! Then, too, it was also HOT - seemingly MUCH hotter than a normal 98.6 degrees. Thirdly, it was silky SMOOTH, so smooth that it slid effortlessly over my lips and inside my mouth. Admittedly, I've always been a quite "oral" person (I talk a lot) and I couldn't refrain from whispering "Damn, hard, and hot and smooth!!!" or something like that. Aww, shit that did it! Unable to keep me quiet, he grew fearful that someone outside the booth, maybe a cop, would hear us. To my great dismay, he withdrew his weapon, zipped up, and hurried out of the booth. I'd also like to think that I had been doing such wonderful work that he couldn't have held back much longer. So, there I was. Alone again after only 5 minutes of actual cocksucking. I knew right away that this was something that I DEFINITELY wanted to again and again! I went back to that same store many times after that but I never again met up with my willing partner. It has now, as I write this, been nearly 25 years since that wondrous event and I have used the image of it to jerk off many, many times. Oh, there HAVE been other video booths and other guys since then but I never again actually got as far as sucking another cock. :( I'm so old now (62) and afflicted with erectile dysfunction from diabetes that I seldom even jack off anymore. My poor weenie simply WON'T get hard enough anymore, so I wouldn't have anything to offer a guy in return. On the other hand, I DO check out guys' crotches at the grocery store and elsewhere, pondering "I wonder how big his is?" I'll even do this, checking slyly, if they have a wife with them. "Gee, maybe they're swingers and I could eat both HIM and his wife! She might even take pictures of me in action in her husband's crotch, pictures that I could take home as fond memories." Nah - probably ain't ever gonna happen, but it sure is nice to dream..