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Basis for the Story: This story describes true events that have occurred in my life. It tells about my visits to adult bookstores. This is one chapter in a series, more will follow. Note: The chapters are in no particular order.
Bookstores and Glory Holes
Chapter 2 - The Fondler, The Surfer, Pencil Dick, and the Weatherman
The Fondler
Like most bookstores, the ones I visit in my area have their set "regulars" who show up all the time. During my early visits to the bookstores, I ran into one guy in particular, who I fast became fond of. I never saw his face, but my penis and balls sure became familiar with it.
Soon after I started going to the bookstores, I went in one night and many of the booths had their lights over their doors lit. I quickly ducked into one that didn't, that was next to one that did. I was horny and needed to get off bad! No sooner had I dropped a quarter in the machine, and dropped my pants and started playing with myself, when a hand came through the glory hole on the wall next to me. Its palm was facing up, and the own opened and closed it a couple times, then made a "come here" motion with his index finger. I was already stiff as a board, so I stood up and stepped toward the hand. As I reached it, it stretched into my booth a little more and wrapped around my hard penis. Gently, the guy in the next booth began tugging me closer to the glory hole. He let go of my penis, and cupped my balls and fondled them so gently. His middle finger reached behind my scrotum toward my ass crack. I felt him massaging that spot between my ass crack and my nut sack. It felt really good.
I could feel he was trying to reach my ass yet, so I backed away and turned around and pushed my ass toward his hand. Immediately he began running his hand over my cheeks. Then I felt his index finger running up and down between my cheeks, just inside the crack of my ass. I pushed closer, and I felt his index finger dig deeper, and begin rubbing my hole! It felt great! I hadn't had my asshole fingered since I was a teenager, and my best friend and I did that to each other. God it was great! Ever so gently he massaged my hole, finally piercing through my sphincter with one finger and gently shoving it up inside me.
He finger fucked my hole a minute, then withdrew his hand, and pulled it back through the glory hole. I heard him whisper, "put your cock through the hole." So I turned and pushed my pole through the hole, into his booth.
Immediately, his big warm hand wrapped around my stiff dick and began massaging it. He masturbated me for a minute, then stopped and cupped and fondled my balls again. Finally, he stopped and I suddenly felt a sensation I'd never felt before, something rough and scratchy began gently rubbing against my prick. In a few seconds I realized it was the guy's face, and he had a lot of beard stubble. I rubbed my dick and balls all over his cheeks, and each time my cock passed over his mouth, he kissed the underside of it.
Eventually, I felt his lips press against the head of my cock, and he slowly opened his mouth and pushed forward, swallowing the entire length of my cock. His mouth was hot, wet, and soft. He swirled his tongue around the underside of my cock. I thought I was going to blow my load right then and there. I held back though, as he began to slowly suck up and down my shaft. He did it so slowly and gently, that he managed to bring me to the brink of orgasm, but now quite far enough so I went over the edge. He stopped every so often, when he thought I was about to cum. This guy was driving me nuts! All I could do was stand plastered up against the wall of the cubicle, my genitals pushed through the glory hole into the booth next to me. I was moaning lowly the whole time he worked on my. God I was in ecstasy! I managed (I don't know how) to put a couple more quarters in the machine, as he continued making love to my cock.
He had me worked into a frenzy! I was trying to fuck his mouth through the glory hole, but he just continued giving me the slowest, most sensual suck job I'd ever felt. Finally, I was at a point where I knew I was going to come, no matter what he did or didn't do. If he stopped and I just was standing there without him touching me, I knew in a few seconds I would shoot my juice anyway. I think he realized this. Probably because I was half whimpering now, as I bucked against the wall. He picked up his pace just a hair, and didn't stop anymore. In a few strokes, I was there, I tried to be quiet about it, but I'm sure everyone in the place knew I was coming! My legs felt like jelly, I was sure they'd buckle, but they didn't. I squirted load after load of cum down that guy's throat, groaning and gasping loudly with each pulse of it! He swallowed it all too! Even I'd finished coming, he wouldn't stop sucking me, till I was trying to pull away from him. He was driving me crazy! Eventually, still holding onto my dick he dried it off by wiping his spit, which was now mixed with my cum, all over his stubbly face! Finally, he released my cock and I pulled it back through the hole, and collapsed, breathing heavily, onto the bench in the back of the booth.
I sat on the bench, my bare ass sticking to the wooden surface, leaning back into the corner, my still half-hard dick oozing its last drop of cum. I saw the guy's mouth near the hole. He whispered "Thanks guy! You shot a huge load! I love it!" Then he sat back a bit. I whispered "No! Thank You! That was the best Blow Job I've ever had!" I saw his mouth turn into a grin behind the hole.
Finally, I was able to stand again, and pulled my jeans up and got myself together, and left. He remained in his booth. When I walked out into the book store portion of the place, the clerk grinned laviously and winked at me. I knew he knew I'd just gotten off good. Maybe it was because I was all red and sweaty. Or, maybe he'd heard me! Either way - he didn't seem to care. I left.
After that experience, I made a lot of trips back there, hoping to get that guy again! After a couple of failed attempts, I lucked out and he was there again! We had a repeat performance! This time I waited around to see if he'd come out. I wanted to see his face. He never came out. Finally I had to leave. Many times over the next year I ended up having him "service" me! Then suddenly, he was never there anymore. That was years ago, and he hasn't come back since. I miss that guy! I never got to see him either!
The Surfer
One night I went to the bookstore and nobody was there. I thought that was odd, but got some quarters and went into a booth. A few minutes later, as I was jacking off to a movie about two guys fucking on a blanket in the middle of a field, I heard someone come into the booth next to me. I squatted down and peered through the glory hole, just as a beautiful young bleachy blonde, darkly tanned guy, pulled his pants down to his ankles and sat down on the bench. He started playing with himself, and watching the movie. I don't think he realized there was a glory hole there. I noticed he had pale blue eyes, and dark eyebrows and long lashes. He looked like a surfer to me! He was busy working his cut cock up to its full 7 to 7-1/2 inches. He had chestnut brown pubic hair, with a slight treasure trail of it running up to his navel. He was gorgeous!
Tentatively I stood up and poked my rod through the hole. Nothing happened at first, then all of a sudden, I felt him touch it gently between the tips of his forefinger, middle finger, and thumb, and begin jerking me off. He only did it for a few seconds, then stopped.
Nothing happened, so I pulled back, and peered through the hole. He was sitting on the bench masturbating, looking at the hole. I motioned with my finger for him to put his cock through the hole. He shook his head "no". He looked a little scared actually. He returned to watching the movie. I stood up and put mine back through the hole. Nothing happened, so I pulled it back out and squatted down and peered in, just in time to see him coming. His cock was like a volcano that was erupting in big dribbles. He didn't shoot, just bubbled up and out, his semen running all over his hand and thumb. I could see he was having a good one though, as he had his head tilted back, eyes closed, and mouth open. He grunted with each pulse of his orgasm. After about 8-9 spasms, his orgasm finally ended. He took out a cloth handkerchief, and wiped himself off. Then he got up, got dressed, and left.
As there was nobody else there, I decided to try and follow him out and see if maybe he'd talk to me. I exited the store a few paces behind him. He looked back and looked a bit startled to see me there. He quickly walked off. I followed at a bit of a slower pace, and let him get a bit ahead of me. When we'd both gone a couple buildings down the road, he looked back to see where I was. When he saw me, he turned and ran. Poor guy, I think I scared him. I never saw him again.
Pencil Dick
One night I was at the bookstore, in a booth, playing with myself, watching the movie, when I heard someone come into the booth next to me. Immediately, a really thin, roughly 7", very delicate looking dick came through the hole at me. It was fully rigid, and its owner was making it twitch. It looked clean and dry, so I squatted down and took the whole thing into my mouth. I started sucking up and down on it, and felt and heard the guy on the other side of the wall put his full body up against the wall, his cock pushing through the hole about another 1/2 inch. I could hear him breathing heavily. I hadn't planned on finishing him off, without first getting him to suck me a little, but he was a quick shooter. Suddenly, I felt a thin bead of cum hitting my tonsils. At the same time I heard him exclaim "aaaahh!" His cum was thin and watery, and didn't have too much taste. Since I already had some of it in my mouth, I decided to let him finish, and kept sucking his dick. He followed up with 3-4 more shots, then pulled his dick out of my mouth and back through the hole, and I heard him zipping up. My quarters had run out, so I went to get more. As I was getting them this really young guy, who looked to be a product of a black and white relationship, with disheveled dark curly hair, and a smile on his face came out of Pencil Dick's booth. As he walked past me toward the door, he flashed me a grin. He was pretty cute - looked just like a little kid. I couldn't help myself and grinned back at him. Then he was gone. I never saw him again.
The Weather Man
One night as I entered the store, a tall, thin, really familiar looking guy came in behind me. I got my quarters, and he got some after me, and followed me out back. I was just entering a booth when he came into the back room. No one else was in the hallway, there were a few booths with lights on over them. I quickly stepped into a booth next to one, only to find to my chagrin that the glory hole was on the opposite wall! Since I'd dropped a quarter in already, I turned around and sat down to watch the flick, figuring I'd move to another booth afterward.
I heard footsteps enter the booth next to me with the glory hole. I peeked and it was the familiar looking guy. Not even a minute went by and I saw one of the longest dicks I'd ever seen come through the hole at me. It was of a good thickness too. And he was circumcized. I leaned forward, and then I saw a huge black mole on the side of his shaft. No offense to anyone who has one, but that was a turn off to me. I don't know why he never had it removed! Anyway - I grasped this huge cock in my hand. Turn off number two - it felt a bit sticky - like he'd been sweating a lot, or had lubed it earlier and jerked off, or maybe even had it up someone's ass - but obviously hadn't showered afterward.
Anyway - I jerked him off a bit, but finally decided I really wasn't enjoying it, so I stopped. I waited to see if he'd pull back, thought I could try proffering mine to him. He just stood there, twitching his dick every so often. I tried pushing back gently. He stayed. He twitched it up and down a couple times. My quarter ran out. So I zipped up and left. Anyone walking by would've seen a huge cock with a big mole on it sticking out into an open booth. It looked pretty funny. Don't know why he didn't pull it back into his own booth. I went into another one, and the guy next to me sucked me off.
On my way home, I couldn't get that guy's face off my mind - I knew I knew him from somewhere. Suddenly it came to me - he was our local TV station's weatherman! I never saw him there again. But I did hear eventually that he was "rumored" to have been a patron there at times. He has since quit and moved away.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter of my story, the next one will be published shortly.