A quick note on this story…I originally posted this story under this same username, but deleted it. I had a moment where I thought, “Wait. Are you really going to post nudes and stories about your sex life on the internet??? People you know use the internet!!!” Then I proceeded to delete all of my posts and comments while anxiously waiting for someone I know to call and tell me they saw my dick on Reddit. Anyways, I’m back and wanted to repost this story because I’m pretty proud of it, and it was such a great experience for me. As for the age, I’m currently in my early 30s, but this happened when I was 25, so that’s what I’m putting in the title. With all of that out of the way, onto the good stuff!
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If you’ve driven on an interstate highway in the US, then you’ve seen them.
“BEST ADULT XXX, TOYS, AND LIENGERIE!!! EXIT 201-B IN 52 MILES!”
And then there is another one…and another one…and another one. What’s a horny twenty-five year old man on a solo road trip supposed to do? Well, first you think, “Huh. Look at that”. Followed by “This dry spell has lasted quite some time now.” By the third billboard you’re contemplating if you should treat yourself to a fleshlight just to give your right hand a break. The fourth billboard approaches and now it’s decision time. Exit 201-B is in 1 mile, and the cruise control is set to 75. You have less than a minute to decide. My ADHD brain was never very good at impulse control anyways.
I took the exit, turned left, and drove a few minutes down a two lane road. There it was and for some reason it had a sign as big as the last few billboards. Overall the place looked perfectly fine. Clean building, well lit parking lot, and looked to have a sizable crowd based on the number of cars outside. I found a place to park, took a deep breath, and made my way to the entrance.
The first thing I noticed, besides the overwhelming amount of porn and phallic shaped objects, was how empty the store was. If there was around 20 cars in the parking lot, then why was it just the employee at the counter, an older couple discussing the merits of getting a forearm sized dildo, and myself. I must not have been the first confused man to enter the store because the employee waved to me and said, “If you need help finding anything or need tokens for the arcade just let me know!”
Did he just say arcade? As in Pac-man, Big Buck Hunter, and Whack-A-Mole? Surely not, but I was curious enough to find out. I asked for some tokens. He asked how many.
“Ten dollars worth?” was my hesitant response. He gave a chuckle. I gave him the cash. He dumps enough coins to fill both of the pockets in my jeans. “Non-smoking is through the beaded curtain on the left. Smoking is on the right.”, he says. I make the health conscious decision to go left. I walked through the beads and found a long hallway lit by black lights. In moments like these, it is strange what memories stick out with the most clarity. For me, it was how bright my shoe laces glowed under the black lights. It was hard to judge the length of the hallway in the dim light, but it seemed to be at least 40-50 feet long. Along my right was a wall with a poster explaining the rules every 6 feet or so.
1. Sexual activity is strictly prohibited and against local and state law.
2. Video machine must be in use while booth is occupied.
3. No loitering.
4. Booths with lights on are in use.
I believe I found where the owners of the other 17 cars went to. I looked to my left and saw a row of doors spaced a few feet apart each with a light above it. A few of the lights were lit, so I ducked into the first booth with an un-lit light. The booth was fairly cramped, but big enough for two benches, one in front of the other. The door behind me had a latch on it and in front of me was a TV screen behind plexiglass with a few large buttons to the side built into the wall. Beneath the screen was a glowing token slot. “So it is just like Pac-man”, I thought to myself.
Mindful of rule number two, I put a token in the slot. Instantly the TV came to life, and the sights and sounds of a young, busty blonde taking two massive cocks in her ass filled the booth. A little timer in the top right of the screen was counting down the remaining time. Since each token looked to be worth three minutes, I slipped another 4 tokens into the machine and saw the counter increment accordingly. Now that I had time on the machine, I figured it was time to turn the volume down a bit and see if there was anything else to watch. No judgement towards fans of double anal penetration, but I like to warm up with something milder before seeing an impossibly huge gaping asshole.
Sure enough, one set of buttons controlled the volume and the other flipped channels. I channel surfed until I saw a familiar face using her enormous breasts to pleasure an equally impressive cock. Content with my selection, I slipped two more tokens in and took a seat on the back bench.
If it seems like I was handling these new sights and sounds like a seasoned pro, rest assured that I was not. The amount of time from walking into the store and sitting down on my bench couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes, but it felt like an hour. My heart was beating like I was on a light jog, my breath had a nervous raggedyness to it, and my hands were shaking. Sitting down allowed me to start processing my emotions. This was nerve wracking but in an exciting way. My dick also felt ready to burst through the front of my pants. I was that special kind of hard that is usually reserved for things like your first blowjob, or finally being able to masturbate after having zero privacy on a 10 day family road trip. A single, light tap felt like enough to set me off.
I started rubbing my cock through my jeans, but I needed to free it. I unbuckled my belt, undid the button and fly on my pants, and and let it out in all its glory. Between the porn, the adrenaline, and exposing myself in a semi-public place, my cock was like granite. Large droplets of precum leaked down my head and shaft, lubing it up for me to stroke myself. The actress on screen was getting fucked in doggy style now. He moans filled my ears ,and the sight of her swinging breasts filled my vision as I worked my hand along my cock from base to tip. A quarter twist of my hand at the top coupled with one circle around the tip with my thumb before sliding downward. Get to the base, a slight squeeze, and another quarter twist. Repeat as long as necessary.
I was so lost in my own world of sin and pleasure that I didnt hear the door open. Remember how I said there was a latch on the door? Either my fumbling hands failed to secure the latch properly or I forgot about it completely. I never moved as fast before or since to cover myself. I had just pulled my shirt over my erection when a middle aged man walked in. He looked at the TV and then at me. He gave me a small nod as if to say hello and then walked up the the screen to feed some coins into the machine. I don’t know if he was a regular or not, but he certainly seemed to know his way around a booth. He took a seat on the bench with me, leaving a few feet of space between us.
I must have looked ridiculous at that moment. I was sitting rigid as a board with an impossibly hard cock pressing against the inside of my t-shirt. I’m not as endowed as the man on the screen was, but I’m very satisfied with my size. The result of this is that my t-shirt was noticeably tenting outwards away from my body and a wet spot was growing from my precum. He must have sensed my trepidation because he looked over at me, gave a nod towards my dick, and said “It’s ok. You can take it out if you want or if you’d rather be alone, I can leave.”
I don’t know why or how I did it, but I managed to squeak out, “You can stay”. With that done, I turned my face back towards the screen, lifted my shirt, and resumed stroking myself. On screen the man’s face was being smothered by the women’s breasts while she rode him. The sound of a zipper drew my attention towards the man on my right. I took my first good look at him. His hair was graying and well kept. He looked to be around my own six feet tall, but with broader shoulders. Even in the dim light he looked like he took good care of himself and had managed to stay in shape. The only jewelry he wore was a watch on his left wrist. He made eye contact with me and asked, “This ok?”
I nodded and then saw, in person, the first hard cock of my life besides my own. As he stroked himself, he reached full mast. From my vantage point he looked to be both long and thick. The feature that stood out most to me though was the head. Big with a flared base, it was much wider than his shaft and leaking precum. I could hear the woman on the screen tell her partner to cum on her face, but my eyes were intently focused on this other man. He was a complete stranger, but we were both in that booth seeking excitement, risk, and pleasure. A new video started playing, but we both were casting our eyes from each other’s faces and cocks. We caught each other’s eyes and held that contact. He scooted closer towards me until my right thigh was touching his left. Now I could smell his cologne and the lingering whisp of an altoid on his breath. He asked me, “Can I touch you?”
I couldn’t speak at this point, but I nodded my head in consent. He reached across his body with his right hand and ran his finger tips across my right thigh until he was at the base of my penis. He traced upwards along my shaft where our hands made contact. He gently replaced my hand with his and my cock was in the hands of another man for the first time in my life. His hand felt more callused than my own, but his touch was gentle and skilled. I was in ecstacy feeling him stroke me. He asked if I wanted him to suck me, but I told him that i liked what he was doing now.
He kept up his manipulations on my dick, and I felt myself begin to reach the peak. I had a sudden impulse to touch him too. Even with my own orgasm approaching, my inner voice told me loud and clear, “You need to grasp another man’s hard cock in your hands. If you don’t do it now, you never will.” I touched this stranger’s thigh and looked into his eyes, searching for consent. He smiled and nodded before I moved and held his penis in my hand. It was thicker than my own and so warm. The heat and hardness of it overwhelmed me. I gripped the base of his cock tight as my own unleashed rope after rope of cum. My orgasm was so powerful that I felt as if I was transported to another dimension where time and light ceased to exist.
When I came down from my high, he was gently massaging my frenulum to coax the last remaining drops of semen out of me. In front of me were seven distinct ropes of cum splattered across the floor and bench in front of me. A small bit of pride crept in from both the volume and distance I had just shot. I remembered I was still holding his penis in my hand. I let go and drew back my hand. He handed me some napkins from his pocket, and I did my best to clean up myself and the booth. I threw away the soaked napkins in the corner waste basket and stood face to face with the stranger. He asked, “Was that your first time with a man?” I told him it was and how great it felt. He then said, “If you ever want to try some more things, you can come over to my house some evening.” I explained how I was just passing through and still had one thousand miles to drive before I reached home. We said our goodbyes, I thanked him for a great time, and handed him the rest of my tokens. We never learned each other names, but shared this brief intimate moment together before drifting apart to live the rest of our lives. I left the booth and headed towards the exit while he strolled along the hallway in search of his next encounter.
I must have had a smile on my face as I left the store because the employee behind the counter gave me a knowing look and a smirk as he said “We hope you come again.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o3khu0/an_unplanned_stop_at_the_adult_video_store_and_my
That’s how most of us start. It’ll get better, be brave!
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