The Dirty Bookstore Ch 1 X

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He wasn't 21 yet, but in those days no one really cared. As long as you looked old enough, and acted like you belonged there, you could get into almost any adult venue. That included bars, and...Joel's favorite place to go, The 11th Street Bookstore, or as most everyone called it: The Dirty Bookstore.

With a population of around 400,000 people back then, this Midwest town was able to support three Adult Book Stores, four full-fledged gay bars, and two three gay beer bars. But by far the most popular hangout had to be the 11th Street Bookstore.

But it wasn't necessarily books, or magazines, that kept guys coming back week after week, it was what went on in the back room, the video booths.

There were 12 of them in all, through a dark curtain and into a dimly lit hall, six rooms on either side, with a fire code required emergency exit at the far end. Each room was about six feet square with a locking door (which hardly anyone locked) a bench built into one corner, and a flickering TV screen behind a glass cover set in the opposite wall.

Feeding coins into a slot bought you a few minutes of porn, usually six or seven titles to choose from, gay or straight, but no one really came there for the porn.

What brought guys back time and time again was the action they could find in the back room. Glory holes in the walls between each booth offered anonymous sex, or two guys could crowd together in one booth and do...well, whatever. There were used condoms littering the floor most times, and of course slimy globs of semen, making the concrete floors slick at times.

At any given time there would be at least six or eight guys in the back room, some leaning against the walls outside the booths, but just as many inside them, usually with the door open, or at least ajar.

Weekends, of course, were the busiest time, and evening the best time of day. Because it was tucked back away from traffic, with the parking lot actually behind the store, it's patrons were at least not subjected to the prying eyes of passerbys.

18 year-old Joel Pearson, like many of the patrons, preferred to go after dark, usually on a Friday or Saturday night. He had his own car, a beat up old Chevy, and his part time job gave him enough pocket money to waste a few coins in the video booths.

His shift at the burger place where he worked ended at 7 on Fridays and he always worked the lunch shift on Saturdays. The place was closed Sundays, but Sunday was family day, and Joel felt obliged to spend it with his mother, father, and 11-year-old brother, Sam.

As Joel's car coasted into the parking lot that night, the sky threatened to open up at any moment and dump a torrent of rain on the tarmac. Climbing out of his car, he closed and locked the door (you could never be too careful, even if he was sure no one would want his piece-of-shit car) then glanced around the parking lot to see how many cars were there.

Six, he counted, not including his own, but just as he finished his count a balding guy in his 50's exited the building through the one door and quickly walked to his car, a nice Buick parked next to the building.

Must've gotten lucky, Joel chuckled to himself. He didn't know the name, but what he'd just witnessed was the Dirty Book Store's version of the walk of shame.

Pushing open the door, he was greeted by the attendant who sat at a high counter near the door where he could look out over the entire store and monitor anyone intent on shoplifting or vandalism. However, Joel thought, most guys coming here aren't about to call attention to themselves by misbehaving.

As usual, Joel scanned the rack of paperbacks, seeing several titles that interested him, then moved on to the magazine section. Pretending to be interested in the straight magazines with beavers and tits, he eventually moved to the gay section and studied the covers, feigning interest while feeling his excitement grow by the minute. Most of the magazines had plastic covers on them to discourage shoppers from looking at them without buying them, but occasionally one was left open, Joel assumed to give shoppers a preview of what they could have if they coughed up a few bucks for a magazine of their own.

There was a bargain table too, and Joel had actually bought several items from this table in the past. Old issues of magazines and even occasionally a paperback book were wrapped up together, usually three or four items in a bundle and priced at the affordable price of 4 or 5 dollars. Of course Joel had to hide these precious items purchased from the bargain table, and two bundles of them now resided in the trunk of his car in a metal box with a combination lock.

Once his little brother, Sam, had seen it and asked him about it, and Joel quickly explained that it held flares in case he got stranded on the road and needed to summon help. Of course, Sam had wanted a demonstration, but Joel was able to divert his attention with a visit to the ice cream store, and the metal box and nonexistent flares were forgotten for the time being.

There was a bundle with a young man on the cover of the top magazine that caught Joel's eye, and reading the cover, he discovered that the whole magazine was supposedly devoted to this young God of a man.

This bundle was 4 bucks and included a Sex to Sexty joke book on the back side, so Joel decided to purchase it. However, he didn't want to pack it around with him, so he paid for it, returned to his car and stowed it in the trunk, not bothering with putting it in the metal box for now, and turned to go back inside.

Just as he shut the trunk of his car, a motorcycle roared into the parking lot and came to a screeching stop next to his car. At first Joel thought the rider was a girl. Long blond hair spilled out from beneath a Candy-apple red helmet with sparkles in it, and long slender legs in black jeans supported a shapely rear that could have belonged to a girl as well.

However, when the rider removed his helmet and shook his hair out, Joel noticed the guy had a mustache.

Completing his ensemble was a black tee shirt with a popular rock band logo and a black leather jacket, open down the front, with shiny metal studs lining the seams.

"Hey," the rider said, giving Joel an appraising look.

"Hey," Joel replied, taking this opportunity to do some appraising of his own.

The guy was handsome, sparkling blue eyes, a cute nose, pouty lips with dimples at the corners and a smooth round chin. His long hair appeared clean and well cared for, unlike some guys Joel had seen who seemed to let their grooming go till birds built nests in their hair.

Even through his clothes Joel could tell the guy had a nice body, just enough muscle to look good without being pretentious. He was about Joel's height, 5'9" and probably weighed a buck twenty or so, and every pound of it spelled 'bad boy' and 'sexy'.

"Maybe I'll see ya inside," the guy said after a few minutes, then he hung his helmet on his bike and walked toward the door to the bookstore. Joel stared after him for a few seconds, just long enough to let him get inside, and do...well, whatever, then he took a deep breath and headed that way too.

For the second time that night the attendant greeted him, this time with a wink and a smile as he nodded his head toward the biker who was just disappearing into the backroom.

Joel blushed, torn between doing more window shopping or just heading straight for the backroom and the action it promised and seldom failed to deliver.

Lust won out in the end, and being careful not to make eye-contact with the attendant, he slowly headed toward the dark curtain that separated foreplay from action.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust on the other side of the curtain, but he could make out a shadowy figure or two at the far end of the hall, lurking like hawks waiting for a rabbit. Several of the booths were in use, a fact evident by the glowing red light above the closed doors, while the remainder of the booths had either open or partially open doors.

As he started down the hall, he was aware of eyes on him from open doorways and from the end of the hall, but he was used to this now. After dozens of visits to the video booths he knew how things worked. If you were interested you showed it, if not, you avoided eye contact and feigned indifference. If you changed your mind about someone later (like that old adage, they all look better at closing time) no one seemed offended that you'd slighted them previously. It was all about hooking up, and sometimes shopping around was as much fun as doing the deed.

The handsome biker, whose name he didn't know, but he felt must surely have some manly moniker like Spike or Biff, was nowhere in sight, and Joel wondered if he might be in one of the in-use booths. Or, maybe he was standing in an open doorway, waiting for him to come along so he could lock eyes with him, give him a come-hither glance, and close and lock the door behind him when he'd surrendered to him completely.

"Hey," one of the guys leaning against the wall said, causing Joel to look up only momentarily.

Not bad, he thought, maybe later, he added, but right now, it was the biker he was looking for.

"Hey," Joel said moving on quickly, hoping he was being just polite enough, without offering anything more. Proper Video Booth etiquette was important, and he didn't want to offend anyone, even if he wasn't interested in them, at the moment.

Joel struck pay dirt, as they say, at the far end of the hallway, in booth six, the young biker stood in the doorway, his eyes locked on Joel as if he'd been expecting him all along.

"Hey," he repeated for the second time that night.

But unlike in Joel's fantasy, he didn't give him a toss of the head or a come-hither look, instead he retreated to the far side of the booth and leaned against the wall.

Joel stood dumbfounded, unsure what to do, waiting for some sign, but in no way expecting that particular sign when it finally appeared.

Even in the darkness Joel could clearly see the boy's face, his blond hair framing his handsome features and his mouth forming a mischievous smile. His attention focused on his face, Joel almost missed the movement of his hands, but when he heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered, his eyes darted to the biker's crotch just in time to see the unveiling of a long and lovely cock.

Apparently the guy wore no underwear, and through the open fly his cock spilled out, surrounded by a golden halo of kinky hairs, and beyond it smooth supple flesh.

Joel instinctively licked his lips, but still he failed to move forward, to take those final few steps and claim what he'd yearned for since seeing the biker ride up.

The guy looked confused, but determined, and perhaps in an effort to hurry Joel along, he lowered his pants completely to give him a better view.

Joe estimated the guy was packing at least 7 inches of hard meat. Culminating in a large mushroom head, glistening with precum, and Joel's mouth watered for a taste.

Two full, low-hanging balls completed the package, and although he had an ample supply of pubic hair, his balls appeared to be devoid of hair, of course it was hard to tell in the dark.

"Well, do you only look?" the guy finally asked with a chuckle, "or do you like to play."

"What? Huh? Oh, sorry," Joel said blushing.

Then stepping inside, he pulled the door closed behind him and reached for the latch.

"Leave it unlocked," the guy said softly, "I like audiences."

"Oh, okay," Joel said, unsure how he felt about that. Until now all his encounters had been one-on-one, even though he had watched two guys fucking during one of his visits, he hadn't participated.

Shrugging, Joel moved closer, and instinctively reached for the object of his desire. While Joel felt him up, the handsome young stranger reached for Joel's zipper and soon had his cock freed as well.

Though only about 6 inches in length, Joel's penis was thick and uncut, and the biker seemed to like what he saw.

"Oh man, I bet you taste so good," the biker said, nuzzling Joel's ear and working the loose skin on his cock, "do you kiss?"

"Uh huh," Joel replied breathlessly, not with just anyone and not always, he didn't add, because this young stud was definitely the kind of guy he liked kissing.

Their lips met then, and though some guys are terrible kissers, sloppy, crude, and downright nasty, the biker proved himself to be expert at this particular act.

"Mmm...you taste so good. Hey, how old are you anyway?"

"Ugh, 19", Joel lied, well, he would be in about six months.

"Oh, well...you look younger, but hey...who cares? What's your name, handsome?"

"Joel," he said smiling.

"Rick," the biker said, just turned 21, in case you care."

"21 is a good age," Joel offered, "you look younger too, but really good."

"You look good too, babe. Want to get naked with me?"

"In here?" Joel asked with alarm. While he'd had his pants down many times, or his dick out, he'd never gotten fully naked before.

"Sure, no one cares. The cops never come here, and the other guys out there sure don't care. In fact, they'd love to see your cute ass."

"I don't do that," Joel said quickly, "the, uh...butt stuff."

"No problem, we don't have to, but if you want to fuck me, well...that's cool."

"I've never..." Joel confessed, then wondered if that made him sound a bit lame.

"Some guys never do, but you like guys, right? And you like cock, right?"

"Yeah, Joel confessed, "I like sucking and getting sucked," he said blushing again.

"Me too, babe, me too," Now, you can do whatever you want, but I'm getting naked," Rick said as he removed his jacket.

For the first time, Joel noticed there was a coat hook on the wall and soon Rick's jacket and tee shirt were hung neatly there. However, when he removed his jeans he folded them neatly and placed them on the built-in seat in the corner.

All the while Rick was undressing, Joel followed his progress with lust-filled eyes. Naked, he looked even better than clothed, and when he spun around to place his jeans on the seat, Joel couldn't help but stare at his shapely ass.

Joel had seen a lot of cocks at the video store, but other than the one on the guy who was getting fucked, and the one fucking him, he hadn't seen any naked asses.

"I guess, I could at least take off my shirt and pants," Joel finally agreed, but once down to his underwear, it only made good sense to ditch those two.

If Joel's eyes were lust-filled as they watched Rick undress, Rick's were more of a worshiping nature, taking in every curve, every angle of the young teen's body.

"You are so beautiful," Rick said softly as he pulled Joey into and embrace, "an Angel on earth."

"Aww," Joel tittered, "thanks, you're pretty...umm, nice too."

"What do you want to do first?" Rick whispered in his ear, "I'm open for anything."

"Can I...suck you?" Joel said blushing.

"Yess, you can do anything to me that you want to, babe."

"Cool," Joel said surveying the floor to see if it was clean enough to kneel on.

Before he could decide, however, Rick pulled his jeans from the bench and laid them before him on the floor, "To protect your sweet knees," he explained.

Joel smiled, not only was Rick handsome, sweet, and sexy, he was a true gentleman.

Kneeling before Rick, Joel lifted his ample balls and licked and sucked on them for a while, surprising and delighting the older boy. It was evident Joel knew his way around a guy's body and Risk was surprised to hear that he hadn't yet discovered the pleasure of anal sex. But that was fine, no big deal at all, for Rick loved oral sex, and lots of physical contact, and especially kissing.

When Joel finally began work on Rick's cock, Rick's opinion of Joe's skills went off the chart. It was evident by his enthusiastic performance that he was not only an expert cock-sucker, but that he truly loved what he was doing.

This was a bit confusing to Rick, for usually when a boy liked sucking cock that much, they liked getting fucked even more. This caused Rick to question Joel's age again, wondering if he wasn't in fact a lot younger than 19, and just hadn't had time or opportunity to discover the joys of anal sex.

"Oh, man...you're so good at that," Rick moaned softly as he stroked Joe's long brown hair.

"Mmmgghhh," Joel moaned around his tasty cock, then his eyes met Rick's, soft , doe-like, submissive, and if only for the moment, Rick was in love.

Suddenly the door opened and Joel nearly jumped out his skin as someone peeked in, then shut the door again.

"Can I lock the door?" Joel asked.

"Let's keep it unlocked, okay?" Rick suggested, but it was obvious to Joel that that was how he wanted it and how it would be.

Returning to the task at hand, Joel devoted some time to Rick's balls once again, noting that his earlier observation had been correct, and that they were hairless, whether naturally or by choice he didn't know.

Moving his hand up Rick's legs, he instinctively found them gripping Rick's shapely butt, which flexed with each forward thrust of Joel's head.

Rick noted that Joel had very little gag reflex, another sign that he was an expert and practiced cocksucker. Was the bookstore his training ground, he wondered, or did he have friends who he practiced his skills on? That would indeed be a sight to see, Rick thought, a group of teenage boys lined up to shove their hard leaking cocks in Joel's eager wet mouth.

The door opened again, but this time instead of it closing right away, it remained open as someone stood in the doorway, observing their tryst.

"Come in, or go away," Rick said looking up to see a handsome man in his mid twenties staring lewdly at the two.

Without a word, the guy stepped in, closed the door and leaned against it as he continued to watch.

Joel felt a little weird at first, but the third guy kept quiet and after a while he sort of forgot about him. That was till he unzipped his pants, dropped them and began jerking his hard cock as he watched.

"Yeah," Rick said approvingly, whether because of Joel's cocksucking or the guy joining the fun, Joel didn't know.

Then motioning for the guy to come closer, Rick took over, working the guy's cock while Joel continued to suck.

Despite his reservations at having someone join them, Joel actually found this new situation arousing and exciting. His own cock was leaking copiously and was hard as he could ever remember it being, in danger of exploding spontaneously at any moment.

Joel knew how to work a cock, to make it last, and he knew by doing so he'd reap a bigger load in the end, and thus he kept Rick hanging on a long time. Seemingly keeping the stranger at the same pace, it was no surprise when just before Rick cried out and began to unload in Joe's eager hungry mouth, the stranger grunted and began to spew, his cum splashing against the wall, then running down to pool on the floor.

With a muttered 'thanks', the guy pulled up his pants and departed, even as Joel was swallowing the last of Rick's tasty and abundant load.

"Oh, babe, you are so good at that," Rick panted when at last he pulled free of Joe's sucking mouth, which might have gone for load two if he hadn't.

"Thanks," you taste really good," Joel said smacking his lips.

Usually when a guy came, just as the third guy had, they zipped up, or as in this case, got dressed, then scooted, but Rick didn't seem to be in any hurry to do so.

"Let me rest a minute and I'll take care of you, babe," Rick said pulling Joel up into a hug. Then as soon as the words had left his mouth, he bused his lips against Joel's and deep kissed him to taste his own cum, "mmm, I do taste good," he chuckled, "but I bet you taste better."

"Maybe," Joel giggled, "I've tasted mine, it's pretty good."

"Most guys have," Rick chuckled, "whether they admit it or not."

"That was kinda weird, that other guy, I mean," Joel said then, "but kinda cool too."

"Oh yeah, three-ways are fun, so are orgies. It's free love, baby," Rick said laughing. "Hey, how about you sit on the bench? I want to take a long time sucking your cock and I want you to be comfy."

So with Joel sitting on his clothes, on the bench, and Rick kneeling on his own jeans at Joel's feet, Rick began giving the younger boy the best blow job of his young life.

Joel could see now why Rick had wanted him seated and comfortable, for his legs would have given out long before Rick finally brought him to the most amazing and satisfying orgasm of his young life.

"Oh, my God," Joel panted afterwards, "that was amazing."

"Thanks, for me too. I love uncut cock, and yours is the best I ever tasted," Rick said sincerely, "there's something about the flavor of the head cheese..." he laughed.

"That sounds nasty, but I know what you mean. I keep it clean down there, but that musky taste and smell are kinda sexy."

"Very," Rick said standing at last, his cock at eye level with Joel now.

While servicing Joel, Rick's cock had climbed once again to it's full length, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the younger boy.

"You're hard again..."

"Yeah, I stay that way a lot," Rick chuckled, "that's one reason I come here so much. Always someone willing to drain it for me."

"Yeah," Joel said, unsure how he felt about that. Even though it was exactly why he came there, he almost wished that he and Rick could just take care of each other from now on.

"What I really want is some ass though," Rick said in a lust-filled voice.

"Oh," Joel said, hoping he didn't sound as disappointed as he felt.

"Don't worry, I'm not hinting. I know you're not into that. But...if you want to fuck me, that would be cool too."

"I just came and all..."

"Yeah, I didn't mean right now. How long are you gonna hang out here?"

"I don't know, this is the longest I've ever stayed," Joel confessed. Usually within an hour, he'd scored, zipped up, and was on his way.

"Why don't we get dressed and wander around a bit and see who else is around, and then if you wanna get together again, later, we can do that too."

"Oh, sure, okay," Joel said, not sure how he felt about knowing Rick was off fucking some guy, or getting fucked. He knew it was crazy, Rick was just a random hook-up like all the others, but yet somehow he seemed like more than that. Joel felt like they'd connected on some level and that...and that...and that what? he realized he had no idea what he expected or what he meant. He was just being silly and lame, and this was no big deal. Best to forget Rick, move on to the next guy and have some fun. That was what it was all about, having fun and getting his rocks off, and not getting attached to some guy, especially someone like Rick.

They dressed in silence, but before they parted, Rick pulled Joel into a hug and kissed him gently on the lips, "I know how you feel, but don't, okay. Just don't. I'm not that guy. Move on, have some fun, and maybe we'll hook up again, sometime. You're a cool kid, and some day you'll figure out what you really want and you'll find it, but for now, just loosen up and enjoy."

Then just like that, he was gone.

Joel locked the door and sat down on the built-in bench and stared at the screen, which was frozen with some bimbo with big boobs bouncing on a huge black cock. He felt numb, not happy, not sad, not hurt, not guilty, just numb. And certainly not horny, or sexy, or beautiful, or any of those things he'd felt before. He just wanted to go home, take a shower to wash off the sins he'd committed tonight and go to bed. Tomorrow would be a new day, and he'd deal with that when the time came.

End Chapter One

Kewl Dad

4-2-24

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I couldn't find a picture that I liked, so I drew one. I know it's crude, but it gets the message across.

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