Date: Tue, 09 Jun 2020 21:15:29 +0300
From: redfuzbear@gmail.com
Subject: Bookstore Arcade Relief - June 2020

            Bookstore Arcade Relief -- June 2020

Many of us know of places that provide guaranteed relief when
we really need it. Usually arcades with gloryholes are
involved - go there, stick it through, get off, go home. I
live in a puritanical state where there are no places like
this, but just over the border, there's a place that's well
known. My horniness level has to reach an 8 or 9 for me to
make the forty-minute one-way trip, but we've all been
there, and quarantine hasn't been kind to my sex drive. I
thought that the times would have shut it down, but no, it's
open; once I found that out by calling them, I plotted what
would be the right time.

The right time was yesterday, a beautiful sunny day. I left
home in the middle of the afternoon. Because of the shutdown
there was very little traffic, and I got to the bookstore
quickly. In the front there are toys and magazines and DVD's
(who watches THEM anymore?) and in the back there's a
hallway with about twelve booths. Lights above the doors glow
red if the booth is occupied or green if it's empty. I was
disappointed to see only one red light, but went into an
adjoining booth and put in one dollar to hedge my bets. I
hauled out my cock and started jerking within sight of the
hole in the wall, but nothing happened -- no finger to
welcome me in, no cock poking through (still, for me, one of
the hottest sights there are.) When my time ran out, I left
the booth and just stood in the booth doorway to see if
anyone would be entering. No such luck. After five minutes or
so I decided to leave, and went out towards the exit. Just
then, a guy passed me and went into the arcade hallway. He
was short and cubby and about my age and moved with a real
sense of purpose. I followed him and took an adjoining booth
and put in another dollar. At first, I couldn't tell what
was going on, but then I realized he was sticking his tongue
through the gloryhole. Bingo!

I unzipped and stuck my cock through the hole and immediately
was greeted by a warm, wet mouth. He was very gentle, but
insistent, using his tongue and lips like a pro, and got me
close to the edge soon (remember I was at 8 or 9 lol) and I
had to pull out in order not to come right away. He was too
good for it to be a quickie -- and he was clearly having a
good time, moaning as he sucked, especially as a new drop of
precum would meet his tongue. The second time I pulled out he
hissed through the hole, `come over.' (This place doesn't
mind two people in a booth as long as the movie keeps
running.) My own movie time was just about up, so I pulled up
my pants and went over to his booth.

He was still on his knees and swiveled around to meet me. I
pulled my pants and shorts down so he could have full access
- I love to have my balls played with while getting sucked.
To say that this guy was cockhungry would be a major
understatement. He went to town! First with the same gentle
sucking, then he deepthroated me with lots of pressure, then
very quick jerking of my shaft as he held the head in his
mouth. I could tell he thought this would bring me off
quickly, but the opposite is true -- too quick or intense too
soon shuts me down. I was actually grateful for this, though,
since it not only gave me more time to enjoy his treatment of
my cock, but more, to enjoy HIS enjoyment of it. He must have
noticed, because he slowed down and just held my cock in his
mouth as he washed it with his tongue, which got me going
again. He grabbed my asscheeks, he stroked my legs, he put
his hand under my shirt to feel my hairy chest and pinch my
nipples, he cradled my balls. He took off his t-shirt, and I
reached down to tweak and pinch his nipple and he groaned
some more. I don't know who was having the better time, him
or me, but it didn't matter -- we were in perfect synch.
After a while the inevitable rise towards orgasm got the
better of me, and I tried to slow down the wave so I could
ride it as long as possible. When I did come -- hard - I
grunted and growled like the bear I am. Spurt after spurt of
come washed into his mouth as he matched my cries with his
own muffled moans.

And then it was over. I pulled up my pants, zipped up, and
turned around. I didn't want to see his face, since he was
not wearing a mask, so I just patted his shoulder and left
the booth. The drive home was peaceful, and even now, a day
later, there's a glow in my cock and balls that comes from
first-class attention.

When will I go back? As soon as I can.