Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2018 17:14:23 +0200
From: Allen D <allends12@gmx.com>
Subject: Two nights in Garfield

Driving out of the city on Highway 61, you'd almost be forgiven for missing
the town of Garfield entirely - maybe even if you knew to look for it. Not
too far past the congestion of the city airport, Garfield is almost nothing
other than a few buildings and dirt roads alongside a highway used to get
anywhere else. Without even a stop light or cross street to mark its
location, the one notable feature of Garfield was a high neon sign next to
the highway - "Adult Video". That sign marked a store in a corregated metal
building, set in a dirt parking lot next to a dive bar. This story takes
place in that store, in the 80's, when I was in school in the city.

A somewhat gangly and insecure 19 year old kid, I hadn't had much sexual
experience at all at the time of this story Increasingly creative
masturbation since I was 13 and the occasional glimpse of nudity in Playboy
or in a movie was about the extent of my experience. I did occasionally
have internet access through an older friend, but in those days, online
sexual content was mostly limited to erotic fiction. I've forgotten most of
what I read back then, but one of the stories stands out. It was a straight
sex story involving a man with a motorcycle and some leather pants. In one
scene on the bike, the woman is caressing him from behind, and his cock
engorges and swells down the leg of his leather pants. She looks down over
his shoulder and sees his cock straining against the leather, and sliding
her hand over the bulge, she brings him to an orgasm. There on the bike,
motor running, this man is convulsing with pleasure as his hard cock
squirts its cum down his leg. Thinking about that man and his cock and his
cum... I started out reading that story for the girl, but by the time I was
done, it was the first time I started thinking I might be interested in men

It was later, while I was sitting in class, when it occurred to me that I
was actually old enough to go into a store like the one in Garfield and
that my access to porn could take a huge step up. While I didn't exactly
know what I might find inside that store, I did know that whatever it was
would be better than what I had. So sitting in that class, like the man on
the bike, my own cock started slowly getting harder down my leg.... pushing
at my pants. While other people were busy taking notes, I was thinking
about what might lie in store, and planning to make it happen.

It finally did happen the next Friday afternoon, while heading out of town
to visit family. 30 minutes of driving and I was pulling into that dusty
parking lot and into a spot in the back of the store. Lost in thoughts and
nerves, I drove past the place the first time, and had to loop back around
through two u-turns across the highway. Even pulling into the parking spot,
I wasn't sure I wanted to follow through. As much as I wanted what was
inside, it was also something I couldn't undo. Did I really want to be that
kind of person? A few seconds of thought, and of course I decided that I
did.

The biggest feature on the back of the building was a door with a bright
red sign, "No minors. 18 and up". I was smiling to myself about that sign
when I opened the door and was blown over by the smell of
antiseptic. Walking over a brass threshold onto the red linoleum flooring,
I pulled the door shut behind me and walked into a room with row after row
of wire shelving. This shelving was like any other shelving I'd seen,
except that it was covered with videos, magazines, and toys. Everywhere I
looked, there were exposed breasts and crotches. Nothing coyly hidden, like
a normal video store might have done with an R-rated movie, it was all out
for show.

Walking toward the front of the store, there were a couple other noticable
parts of the store... of too the left was a red bead curtain in front of
some kind of passageway. On the left and toward the very front was the
cashier, sitting behind glass display cases. A larger women in her late
fourties, she was too old to have the natural beauty of youth, but old
enough to know how to accentuate the beauty she did have. She was also old
enough to knowingly smirk a bit as she noticed how dazed and overwhelmed I
was. Being near a college town, I am sure I wasn't the first naive kid
she'd seen walk through her doorway.

While I was trying to decide what to do, my cock had already taken the
lead. Pushing down at my undershorts, it painfully tried to break lose as I
turned the corner and waddled down an aisle. Of course, this aisle was
different - it was the aisle for the gay videos. The naked breasts on the
other aisle were replaced by naked, and erect, cocks. Standing proudly on
display, these were the first erections I'd ever seen, other than my
own. Everything I'd fantasized about was instantly here. Giving into the
the inevitable, I reached down and swung my cock upward in my pants. Much
more obvious, but much less painful. Hopefully, whoever else was in the
store would either be oblivious or understanding.

That was around the time I turned around and saw the sign above the bead
curtain: "Preview Booths. 0.25/Token". It was as soon as I read the sign
that I knew I had to try it. Not only I need to see one of these videos, I
knew there wasn't a way I was getting out of the store without somehow
getting myself off. While I might be able to walk around a porno shop with
an erection, but across the parking lot? I don't think so - the path out
was the path through. After a couple minutes of trying to will my cock back
to its flacid state (hah!), I sucked it up and walked my erection over to
the register to buy my tokens. The cashier slyly grinned at my tented pants
and made sure to lean down when she handed my my $10 worth of tokens. Her
cleavage obvious through the neck of her tank top, she winked, saying,
"Have fun, now.", as she nodded in the direction of the red beaded curtain.

Pushing through that curtain brought me into a small little alcove that
opened off to a darkened hallway on the left. Directly in front was a small
display case with a bunch of numbered video boxes behind glass. In
retrospect, I guess a 'discerning customer' would've used the display to
see what was playing in the previews, but even then, I couldn't imagine
really giving a shit. Walking into the darkness on the left, the antiseptic
smell grew a bit stronger, as I started hearing tinny, metalic moans. Under
the cover of the darkness, and the obvious intent of where I was, I pushed
on the outline of my erect cock through my pants.

My eyes adjusting to the darkness, it looked like the hallway was straight
ahead of me. A few open doors on either side were obvious from the blue
glowing the screen within. A few other places looked like they had closed
doors, but these had small red lights glowing above - occupied. I'd seen a
few cars in the parking lot, but hadn't seen anybody in the store aside
from the cashier. Now I knew where they were. The men that drove those cars
here were behind those doors, watching naked people do things to each other
on screen. I was sure they were naked themselves, pants around their
knees... stroking their erections.

Quickly stepping down the hall I jumped into what turned out to be the
second to last booth on the left. Shutting the door behind me, it locked
with a slide bolt lock, of the kind you might find on a small fence.  The
booth itself was big enough for a chair, a bit of a place to stand, and a
screen in the wall. A coin slot, a couple red buttons, and a dial to the
right of the screen made it obvious how it was all supposed to work.

Dropping a token, the blue text on the screen gave way to a dancing nude
blond and the buttons lit up. I hit the button and the screen changed to a
chubby hispanic woman spreading her lips for the camera.  A couple more
button presses, and the screen changed to a closeup of a hard and moist
cock sliding in and out of a pussy. Watching the length of the shaft, the
veins bulging, was almost too much to handle. I wanted to pull myself out
of my pants and expose my own cock to that little booth, but hadn't quite
worked up the nerve.  A few seconds later, the cock on the screen pulled
out of the hole, and it was visible to the reddish mushroom head.  The
"actor's" hand stroked it a few times, and it started convulsing, shooting
out thick ropes of white sperm. Between the first spurt and the last on
screen, i managed to unbuckle my belt and drop my pants.

There, in the blue light of the screen, was my own 6 inches, standing erect
and glistening at the tip. I slid my left hand up my chest, and caressed
myself, pinching my nipples. My right hand gripped the shaft of my cock,
wrapping around tightly... but just the shaft since I didn't have any lube.
Sliding it back and forth, the skin slid along the shaft, picking up thin
coatings of precum as it reached the tip and drew back. Wanting to be more
naked, I pulled my shirt off and dropped it in the chair. If you'd walked
into that booth, I'd have looked totally naked at first.... my exposed back
down the curve of the small and to my bare ass and legs. I didn't even know
what I was doing, but I briefly reached around with both hands and grabbed
both ass cheeks.  Pulling them apart, I exposed my virgin asshole to that
profane little room in Garfield. Knowing what was next, I spit on my hand
and brought it down to my waiting cock. This time, with the spit as lube,
it smoothly slid over the shaft, glistening now more than ever.

Spitting a couple more times into the palm of my hand, I bought myself to
the edge of orgasm... and then past that edge. A thin, watery initial
squirt of the last precum shot into the booth. Buckling in the knees as the
rest started to hit, I caught myself against the wall of the booth, as the
next squirt shot out of my cock. Thick, ropy white cum flew threw the air,
silhouetted by the light of the screen and arching onto the floor at my
feet. Jerking my slippery cock, posessed by the dirty lust of it all, my
next squirt shot to the other side of the booth and splattered against the
wall, dribbling down like wet paint between two dried stains of splattered
semen. Knowing I was losing range, I pointed myself upward to keep from
splattering on my pants. The last few squirts shot up from my uncut head,
oozing down the tip and puddling between my hand and my throbbing cock,
glistening slick with white in the light of the screen. Regripping my
penis, the cum leaked down around my shaft, slickening it as the shaft was
coated with my seed, and the salty smell briefly overcame the antiseptic
smell. There in the booth, two people fucking on the screen, I slowly
milked and massaged my cock.... each squeeze bringing me a little back to
my orgasmic pleasure.

A few minutes after I came, the timer on the screen counted down to zero
and everything clicked back to the blue light of before. Taking stock of
the situation, I was briefly hit with a wave of shame, standing there as I
was, naked, in a strange booth, my cock and the booth covered in my
cum. What would my friends and family think of _this_? That lasted about 10
seconds, until I realized that I was an adult, and had made my own very
adult decision... and I didn't regret it. Dropping a few more tokens into
the machine, to keep the occupied light on and the store paid, I started
paging through the videos, my 19 year old cock still glistening and still
mostly hard in the light of the screen. My hand slid across my body,
caressing my nipples, my stomach, my ass, before inevitably heading back to
my dick. Paging through the videos, I looked at the variety, lingering
longer on the men, and wondering exactly what I was seeing what looked like
a woman, but with an erection better than my own.

That was when I heard a noise, and caught a glimpse of a flicker of light
around waist level in the booth. Looking more closely, there turned out to
be a hole in the wall I hadn't noticed before. I immediately knew what it
was for.... I had fantasized about stuff like this.... but I had no idea
this kind of thing really existed. Staring at the hole, I jerked with a
start and almost fell into the side of the booth (again) when an eye showed
up at the hole, and I heard a hoarse voice whisper, "Thanks for the show."
In the words of today, I noped the fuck out of there, throwing on my
clothes and essentially running through the store back out to the
car. Sitting in the car in the evening heat, my clothes still smelled like
antiseptic and smoke, and my hand was coated with the remnanents of dried
semen and spit. It was with my heart pounding that I pulled out of the lot,
turned on some music, and started making my way down highway 61.

That weekend, with my cousin and his family, my mind was continually
drifting back to that booth and that hole in the wall.  Even that night,
when I got to his apartment, I took a shower to clean up, and jerked off
into the water of the shower head, thinking about what it would be like to
stick my penis through that hole and have another man wrap his lips around
its shaft. Squirting what I'm sure was almost nothing into the water of the
shower, I came into that flow fantasizing about having lips around my shaft
and having my cock and balls in a place where so many had been before. I
fantasized even about pushing my crotch against a hole, feeling the hard
wood of the booth, maybe slick with another man's spilt semen dampening my
own body. The risks were obvious, but the call was intense. It was then in
that shower, that I decided I would actually do the thing on Sunday, and I
commited to not jack off between now and then, in order to have more cum
for whoever was to receive it. (More difficult a committment than it seems
for a guy that was jerking off three or four times a day...)

The weekend itself was a blur of both family fun and a mind muddled by
thoughts of upcoming sex. The drive was even more of the latter. Unlike
Friday, I had a four hour drive ahead of me rather than just thirty
minutes.  That was four hours to think and fantasize and second
guess. Three hours in, driving along at 70 with my cock straining at my
zipper, I pulled it out in the moonlight. It occurred to me to stroke
myself to completion right then and there... turn down the horniness with
splattered cum and just drive past the store with its hole in the wall,
leaving it for another day, or maybe never. But I wanted it. I knew this
was something I wanted to try, and so I pushed myself back into my pants
and drove onward.

Pulling into the store, there were a few cars in the lot that Sunday
night. My hardness swelling in my pants, I entered the store and bought
tokens from the same lady that had been there Friday. Her red mesh top gave
a clear view of her breasts straining at a black bra, and the white skin of
her torso.  She was kind, but in retrospect, given that it was in Texas, my
guess is she was prepared to use force if anybody tried to force her to do
anything she didn't want.  Handing me my tokens, she laughed, saying, "Back
for more? I thought we lost you the other day..." She had quietly dropped a
couple condoms and a pack of lube in with the tokens... maybe she knew more
than she let on.

Walking across the store, through the bead curtain, and down the hall, I
went straight to the booth from Friday. Dropping my tokens, I paged through
the videos and found a gay video... A younger blonde man was sucking the
cock of an older bear. Steeling up my courage, I started undressing myself
in the booth. I took off my shirt, ropped my pants, and paused when I got
to my boxers. The last time I did this, I didn't know I was giving a
show.... this was a knowing choice. I knew I wanted a man to see me naked,
and I wanted him to suck my cock. A deep breath, and I dropped my boxers to
my pants... cock erect in the light of the men on the screen. These men
that were doing what I wanted to be doing, right then, right there.

Looking at the hole, I waited a few minutes, idly watching the sucking on
the screen... ultimately deciding to sit down on the chair in the
booth. Sitting down, the hole was a lot more obvious.... I pushed my crotch
out, showing it to an empty hole. Another token or two, and I heard the
door in the next booth creak a little and softly bang closed. The latch and
then the drop of tokens, and then the flicker of light in the hole. It was
happening. A second later, an eye appeared at the hole. I subconcsiously
pushed my cock out again into the booth... this time for a show. He was
seeing me naked, and I wanted him to see. And then, contrary to what I
expected, he whispered, "Can I come over?"

Swallowing hard, I whispered back, "Yes."

I pulled my boxers back up, as I heard the creak of his door, a couple
footsteps, and then, his knock. Sitting in the chair, I reached up to the
latch, slid it over, and pushed the it open. I didn't know what I looked
like to him, sitting there, half naked in the darkness, but what I saw in
his eyes was curiosity and lust. My new friend was in his late 30's,
wearing a painter's t-shirt, work shorts, and boots. A little less than six
feet tall, his muscled build revealed years of manual work, and his slight
pudge revealed years of a fast-food diet. Silently reaching into my boxers,
he became the first person to touch my cock as he softly wrapped his hand
around my hidden shaft. His first words: "What do you like to do?" As I
paused, he looked over his shoulder and whispered, "Nobody can see us."

I choked a bit on my response as I said, "Suck... please suck me?" He
smiled gently, and I continued my assent by lifting myself from the chair,
and dropping my boxers. As he brought his body into the booth, he dropped a
few more tokens to keep the thing running. Kneeling down on the (I'm sure)
slimy floor, he brought his face close to my genitals, and looked up,
almost as if to ask a question. My response told him what he wanted to
know, "I... I haven't done this before.... this is the first time." He
grinned, as he nuzzled his stubble against the shaft of my erection, licked
his lips and placed them at the tip of the shaft.

Right at that moment, something occurred to me, and I gasped, "Wait..."
Puzzled, and I'm sure annoyed, he looked up again, and I quickly leaned
down to kiss him quickly on the lips. I explained by saying, "I'm
sorry... I wanted that first to be first...".

He responded, "Ok....", and put his lips back on my shaft... this time at
the base, near the balls, and slid his lips up to the tip. He did it again
with his tounge, licking up the shaft, and then started taking it in to his
mouth. He had somewhat long hair, and I couldn't see... so I pulled his
hair gently upwards, so I could see him suck my cock. Three slides up and
down, deeper each time, and despite fighting, I went over the edge,
gasping, "I'm sorry... I'm cumming.  I didn't.... uggghhh."  and thrust
myself into him. Any concerns I had that he didn't want me to cum in his
mouth were alleviated when he tightened his lips around my shaft and
brought his hand around the base. Cupping my balls with his other hand, it
was obvious he knew how to handle a man. Looking up outside the door, I saw
another older guy furiously jerking off while he watched it from the
hallway. He started shooting his own load while watching me finish shooting
my load into my new friend's mouth.

When my sucker withdrew his mouth from my cock, he came up, smiled, and
said, "You like to kiss?" and kissed me on the lips. I don't think it was
at all intended to be malicious when he pushed his tounge at my lips,
parting them, and revealing that he hadn't swallowed all of my semen,
passing it back and forth between us.  He pulled back, and said,
"Thanks.... that was a fantasy of mine.", and started to get up to leave.

I stopped him, saying, "Hey... I don't... er... can I see yours?"

He cocked a bit of a smile, responding, "If I show it to you, you'll need
to do more than look... are you okay with that?"

I responded, "Yes.", and he stood up. It was then that I saw the effect I'd
had on him.... his erection tenting his sorts, and a dark spot the size of
a silver dollar towards the tip. As he unbuckled his pants and dropped his
shorts, I saw part of the reason why....  he was wearing shear lace panties
under his work shorts. His cock struck erectly off to the side of the black
trimmed lace, bare and mostly unrestrained. Puling up his shirt to give me
a better look, he turned around... his ass, lightly covered with black hair
was totally bare, with the underwear completely inside the crack. As he
finished his spin, his cock and balls came back into view.

His tool was about the size of my own, if maybe a bit bigger in
diameter. The dark shaft had a vein down the length and a angrily red
head. It was rooted in bushy black pubes, and erect, it did not obstruct
the view of his balls hanging down, sack lightly fuzzed. Dropping the
panties, he then took my hand, and placed it on his shaft. Grasping, it
felt solid like my own, with slippery skin sliding up and down. A couple
strokes, and it was evident I had no idea what I was doing. So I decided to
try my mouth... placing it on his head, and tasting the salty
precum. Following his lead, I wet my lips and slowly slid it in. Filling my
mouth with his warmth and flesh, I took it as far as I could.

The door creaked, and I could tell we were being watched, but I didn't
care. I slid my mouth back off his cock, and then back down again, using my
lips to keep my teeth from pressing against.

Taking my hand to his balls, I cupped them... feeling their weight as I
lifted them in their sack. Pulling off his cock for a minute, I took my
face down to his ballsack and to the creases of his legs. He smelled like
sweat and work and sex. Getting back to his cock, I went more
fiercly... not able to take him the whole length (he was better at it than
I was), I used my hand on the shaft to keep him stimulated the whole
length.  He was more experienced than I was, so it took a few mintes before
he started getting close to the edge. The salt stayed with me in my mouth
as saliva formed to keep it all slick. I looked up into his smiling eyes.

As he got closer, he got more physical... thrashing around a bit, thrusting
into me more than I was really ready for. His cock head brushed the back of
my mouth, as I reached around to feel his ass cheeks under my
hand... sliding across his crack while I bobbed on his tool. He quickly got
there and pulled out, saying "Gonna cum.... I'm... shoot it on you."
Jerking himself off to his orgasm, he spurted onto my face and chin, and
then my chest.  As he finished his orgasm, he straddled his legs, pushing
his cock and balls into mine for his last squirt of semen.

He got up pretty quickly after that, and pulled his pants back up, still a
bit tented. That's when I noticed the ring and understood, both his
sheepishness and maybe where he'd gotten his underware. After he pulled his
pants up, and to my never ending gratitude, he helped me wipe up a bit with
a hankie he'd brought. Stepping out of the booth, he glanced back, saying
"Take care..." and I never saw him again.

Pulling out of the parking lot, I reflected on the last few days and how
much I'd been exposed to. While I'd had no idea what I was getting into on
Friday, I didn't regret that I done what I did. Whatever path my sexual
development was taking, this was now a part of it. I liked men, not only in
fantasy, but in reality. I also now knew a way to find them, in reality and
not just my fantasies. A sex life thathad been limited to just masturbation
was now something physical with other people. Those two nights in that
little nothing town on the side of the road were to be part of who I was
for the rest of my life.