Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2018 14:09:54 +0100
From: Allen Ds <allends12@gmx.us>
Subject: Jerry at Garfield

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It was late one Sunday, and Jerry rolled down the windows as opened up the
throttle on his wife Betty's Town Car to merge on to highway 61.  There
wasn't another car in sight, so no need to rush, but that didn't stop him
from getting on the gas hard enough for the car to shift at close to four
grand. The rumbling sound from the aftermarket exhaust made him inwardly
smile every time he heard it, and this was one of those days he needed a
smile.

Betty had passed away about six months prior, after a year and a half long
battle with metastatic cancer. She'd been 47 when they'd sat in that
Doctor's office together and heard her diagnosis... and then the bleak
outlook.  On the way home, she'd told him she didn't want to fight it like
her uncle had - she didn't want to suffer and she didn't want to put the
family through that kind of hardship. Jerry fought her on it for about
thirty seconds, but when Betty had made up her mind, it tended to stay
made. And so it did.  The next weekend, Jerry took her to the Lincoln
dealership and bought her the Town Car. The Monday after that, he'd had a
local speed shop install a louder exhaust system, a racing tach under the
dash, and paint some red pin-striping down the black sides of the car.  For
years, Betty had loved the song "Hot Rod Lincoln", and now she had one of
her own. It was extravagant for both of them, and more than a bit out of
character for her, but she loved hearing herself drive around town in her
fancy car. It made her happy, and that was worth it.

After she'd passed, Jerry was able to bury himself in his work during the
weekdays... but he quickly grew listless at the house, weekends being the
worst. As much as he'd griped at Betty for never letting him take the time
to work on his own projects, those projects didn't seem to matter much now
that she was gone, and his loneliness spun him out almost centrifugally
from their old home. Not quite knowing what to do with himself, he drove
around central Texas, just to be out of the house. He'd put a good 20,000
miles on that Lincoln in the five months after she passed. It was on one of
those trips that he'd first noticed the store down the road in Garfield -
the non-descript store marked 'Adult Video'.  He'd known stores like that
before, and even experienced them when he was younger, but only a few
times.  It was about a month later on that Sunday night that he decided he
needed that again...

Turning the Lincoln into the bumpy dirt parking lot, he'd pulled around to
the back of the store alongside a couple other cars.  The times he'd done
this before, he'd felt as guilty as sin afterwards for 'running around' on
his wife. Maybe that same feeling would happen today - he honestly wasn't
sure if it would, or even if it should. Wasn't he released from his vows,
after all? What he did know is that it had been a long time since he'd been
with Betty, and almost as long since he'd had any release at all. Sitting
there, alone under the darkening sky, in the red interior of that rumbling
Lincoln, he decided he had to go inside the store. As soon as he made the
decision, he turned off the engine and his khakis started swelling just a
bit.

Walking across the lot, he walked over to the building's door...
prominently labeled with a bright red sign, "No minors. 18 and up". He
grinned a little, as he thought about how long it'd been since that sign
would've applied to him. Opening the door and stepping in, the first thing
he noticed was the antiseptic smell. Some things never change. Looking up,
the very next thing he noticed was the woman behind the counter. Ten or so
years younger than his 49, she was a larger woman, wearing a red mesh top,
with a black bra underneath.  Moving up to her face, he startled when the
briefest flicker of recognition passed between them, like they knew each
other but couldn't place it. The panic of maybe knowing her confusingly
mixed with some weird gratitude that maybe she was a familiar face in a
strange time and place. Jerry quickly convinced himself that he had no idea
who she was, smiled, and walked into the store.

Walking around the store, Jerry took note of the books, magazines, and VHS
cassettes stacked on the shelves.  The couple stores he'd been to up north
were like this too.  Those stores had also had curtains in front of arcade
area, just like this one did, and as interesting as the videos may have
been some other time, Jerry was really here for the booths. He needed to
touch someone and to touch himself. Changing a few dollars at the counter,
Jerry took his tokens back into the arcade area. Eyes adjusting, there were
a couple other guys in the hallway, and several open doors. Studiously
avoiding eye contact, he walked towards the back, slipping a bit on the
floor, before picking one of the blue glowing booths.

Looking around inside the black painted plywood construction, everything
was lit by the blue glow of the screen.  A dim bare lightbulb behind a
grate glowed overhead as the red token slot and control panel glowed next
to the video screen. Looking around, he saw what he was here for... a hole,
about three inches in diameter, waist level in the booth wall. Pulling the
door shut, and sliding the lock home, he sat down on the plywood bench.
Dropping a token, the video screen flipped to life, but Jerry's eyes were
focused on the hole as his cock strained at his pants. Loosening his belt
buckle, and dropping his zipper gave him a bit more breathing room, and his
thick 5.5 in shaft came into view....

Creaking next door, and the drop of tokens let Jerry know he had
company... Looking through the hole, it was one of the other men who'd been
standing in the hall. Looked early-30's and Married. Just the kind of man
Jerry had been the last time he had used a booth. In the light of the
screen, the guy adjusted himself through his pants, pushing his cock left
and right within. Jerry could watch him cup his shaft through his pants,
pushing it in, rubbing it up and down. Jerry quickly dropped his own pants
and kneeled on the floor in front of the glory hole.  Hand wrapped tightly
around his shaft, he pumped it back and forth, sliding the skin over the
head and back off.  Jerry's knee slipped in a small puddle of some other
man's semen as he peered through the hole, surrounded and dripping with
dried cumstains itself.

The other man furtively glanced at the hole. He knew why he was there, but
hadn't quite convinced himself yet that he wanted to go through with it.
Jerry's finger went through the hole, beckoning for what he needed. The man
slipped off his ring into his pocket and lowered his pants in one fell
swoop. Six inches of his glistening erection stood out from under the
shirt, which he quickly pulled up to his shoulders. Jerry watched as his
new friend rotated his cock towards the hole, squatted down, and slid it
into Jerry's waiting hand.

Like before, soft skin slid smoothly over the hard erection underneath.
Firm under his hand, Jerry slid the skin up the shaft, cresting the man's
head almost entirely. Sliding back, the glistening slit oozed thin precum
coating the split underside of the pink tip. Jerry put his lips to the tip,
kissing it with mouth slightly open... pushing it between his lips, and
sliding down over the precum, salty in Jerry's mouth. Taking it further, he
slid down the shaft, slick lips slipping down, and the shaft pushing
against Jerry's flat, wide tongue. It'd been a while since he'd done this,
but Jerry knew to keep his teeth off using his lips, and kept sliding down
the shaft. Pulling back, Jerry's hand went to the base of the hole to cup
the man's balls, sliding up to the base of the shaft. As he pulled his
mouth all the way off his new friend's penis, the slit shot a little thin
squirt of precum onto his lips. Licking his lips and tasting the fluid, he
knew this guy was pretty worked up and wouldn't last long.

Taking his mouth back down the shaft, he started sliding his mouth and his
hand up and down the shaft. Back and forth, the man thrusted in rhythm,
just a bit... Thirty seconds or so in, another burst of precum and a low
guttural moan from the other side of the partition. The head of this man's
cock brushing the roof of his mouth, Jerry expertly applied pressure with
all the soft parts of his mouth, slowly and inexorably bring this man close
to his climax.  Pulling off for a minute, he whispered through the hole....
"It's okay.... cum inside me if you want... please..."

Guy replied, "Ok.... won't be long, man..." as Jerry put his lips back on,
and kept sucking and sliding.

With his left hand teasing his own dick, his knees spread, and his mouth
bobbing back and forth, Jerry felt his man tense up. He felt the head swell
up as a moan came through the partition. Convulsing in his mouth, his
erection jerked and spurt its first blast of white, salty, thick semen onto
Jerry's tongue and into his mouth. Clenching the erection with his smooth
lips, tongue, and hand, Jerry forced the orgasm to higher and higher
levels.... he wasn't going to stop stimulating his new friend just because
the orgasm had started. Wave after wave spurted, then flowed, then oozed
into Jerry's waiting mouth. As the orgasm subsided, Jerry felt the slightly
softening erection withdraw from his mouth, glistening with the mix of
saliva and semen in the blue light that sunday evening.

Watching the man pull away, Jerry grasped his own erection gently, but with
a firm grip. He wanted to feel his hardness, but not cum just yet, as he
tasted the semen in his mouth.  Swallowing it, he watched the other man
pull down his shirt, and pull up his pants. He took a paper towel from his
pocket, and he used it to dry himself off from his glistening cock down to
his slightly slobbery ball sack. Then the pants came up, the ring went on,
the door opened, and he disappeared back into the hallway and to his life.

Jerry had been thinking about jerking himself to completion right then and
there, when another guy walked in the next door room. This guy was younger,
in his early twenties, and a bit overweight. He also didn't hesitate at
all, dropping his pants almost as soon as he stepped in the booth. He had a
little belly, overhanging five inches of average cock set above an enormous
set of low hanging balls. Jerry hadn't quite gotten his finger through the
hole to signal, when he tip of this man's erection thrust through. Jerry
was a little taken aback, both by the forwardness of this man and the size
of his balls, but he knew what to do, and took his mouth to the presented
cock... pale in the light, with a mushroom head at the tip. Sliding his
mouth back and forth to the timing of the fucking on the video screen,
Jerry felt the cock sliding over his lips as he enjoyed the salty taste and
musky smell of this other man's intimate parts.  For about five minutes, he
attended to the erection, sliding up and down, occasionally licking the
shaft, and fondling the man's testicles. As he got closer, Jerry felt the
twitches and spurts of the man's arousal within his mouth, and was
surprised when he seemed to pull away at the last minute. Pulling back, the
man took a spit covered hand and slide it back and forth over his aroused
cock.  His hands were large and covered his penis at times, but he knew
just how to grip and stroke to bring himself to a climax with Jerry
watching.  When it happened, a few seconds later, Jerry watched squirt
after squirt rope, silhouetted through the air against the screen, hitting
any solid surface and dripping down the floor. By the time it was done,
Jerry couldn't believe the volume, or the sweet, salty smell. A few seconds
later, his own video screen switched over to blue, and Jerry'd run out of
tokens.

Pulling himself together, he forcefully had to point his own erection down
in his pants to avoid being too conspicuous as he walked out... More than a
bit uncomfortable, he opened the door to his booth, and stepped out just in
time to see his friend make his way out of the arcade. Looking to his
right, however, he was startled to see the door to a booth open, the screen
showing a video, and two men lit by the glow of the screen. The younger of
the two (he couldn't have been a day over 20) was sitting on the bench,
pants at his ankles and legs spread wide.  Between his legs kneeled an
older man, maybe about 35 or 40, with his lips wrapped around the younger
guy's hard cock.. head bobbing up and down.

Unable to contain himself, Jerry quickly dropped his pants to the floor,
right there in the hallway. Had they looked up, any of them might have seen
the glint of an IR camera lens reflecting in the dim light, but they
didn't.  Pulling his shirt up, Jerry revealed his bare ass to the hallway,
his prick and balls erect in the front. The taste of other men's cum
lingering in his mouth, he worked up some saliva, spit it in his hand and
started stroking, slickly his erection in time with the men in the
booth. As the young guy reached his orgasm, convulsing and squirting into
the sucker's mouth, Jerry did to... buckling a bit at the knees, Jerry
shot, squirted, and dribbled his semen in time with the other man and on
the hallway floor. As their orgasms drew to a close, the two men caught
each other in the eye, as Jerry started to pull his pants up to his waist.
It hadn't been what he'd expected, but Jerry didn't regret it in the least.

Walking out of the arcade area, he started towards the door, and back
towards the Lincoln for the drive home...