I had been in the bookstore for five minutes, just old enough to go in. I had no idea how it worked. I heard stories, the church I had grown up in even protested outside its parking lot. My hands shook with the tokens I had purchased. I was the focus of a lot of eyes from the five or six other men standing in the lobby and I was uncomfortable, to say the least. My six-foot-tall two-hundred-pound athletic frame was very different than the shapes and sizes of various middle-aged and older men milling around. When the short fat guy with a stained shirt stepped towards me with a throaty growl and grabbing his cock, it was time to retreat for me. To the booth I went.
I’m jumping ahead of myself here, though. What brought me to this rundown-looking building in the middle of nowhere at eighteen? A raging hard-on. I had been on a date with a good Christian girl and we had spent the evening with our tongues down each other’s throats, hands exploring each other’s bodies (outside the clothes) and a serious amount of dry -umping. That good Christian girl had come three times, me zero.
As I was driving home from her dorm room my hard-on was trying to rip out of my pants. I passed this place and magically, my nineties Escort turned right. The man at the counter reading a paperback titled “Just us Boys” peaked over his book with a knowing smile and said, “tokens or browse?” I had no idea what he meant by either but, then he thoroughly explained tokens were what I needed except he left out the details of what else went on besides watching porn.
That brings me back to the booth retreat. I sat down and contained myself and finally dropped some tokens. As I flipped the channels, it alternated gay then straight porn. I had never seen gay porn and the guilt I felt stopping and watching was overwhelming; not enough to stop me from unzipping my jeans and pulling out my thick seven-inch throbbing cock. I was on the edge of cumming and had been all night. I played with my full balls, slid my finger down the crack of my ass and groaned at the thought. I had always had fantasies but those were a sin.
There was a knock at the door of my booth. I jumped up and zipped my pants. Who could it be? Was I not supposed to do that here, was I busted? Fear shot through me as the second round of knocking at the door happened. Then a whisper, “Harold, open up it’s me, it’s ok.” The voice was familiar but not enough to recognize. I cracked the door ready for the embarrassment that would follow and what I saw, was Phillip. He said, “It’s ok” as my mind swirled. I was in shock.
Phillip, you see, was a preacher I had grown up around. He was never married, lifted weights and was sixty years old. Dress slacks and a polo he was a stark contrast to the trolls in the lobby. He was my church camp counselor earlier that summer we even wrestled in the pool. Now here we were and his slacks could not hide the thick outline of his big cock.
I don’t know how long we stood there finally, he said, “Can I come in,” and I nodded and opened the door. The moment I did, I had instant regret. On the screen were two men wrapped in each other ravishing each other’s cocks with their mouths. I started to speak and he said, “Sit down, Harold, it’s ok.” His smile, close-cropped grey hair put me at ease. He said, “Obviously, we’re both in a place we want no one to know we’re at so your secrets safe with me,” as he smiled again. “What exactly are you doing here, Harold?”
I really didn’t know how to answer that especially, to the man that had given me spiritual guidance earlier that summer. I stammered, he spoke. “It’s ok to admit you came here to get off, Harold, that’s why I’m here,” as he glanced at the screen. “That’s why every person in here is here. There’s no shame in it, or even HOW we all get off.” As he spoke, his strong hand brushed over the front of his pants and my eyes were drawn to his cock, the outline and the thick head. He continued to speak, “We all have secrets and needs and as a preacher, I can tell you when I say ALL, I mean all.” Now his hand was rubbing back and forth on it sensually almost seductively.
“Harold, I want to stroke my cock, do you want to stroke yours?” he asked as he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. I stood up across from him in that booth and I nodded yes as I shyly pushed the front of my blues jeans down. He reached inside his pants and pulled out a very thick six-inch veiny cock and the biggest set of balls I’d ever seen. He groaned at the sight of my throbbing cock. His fist slowly pumping up and down on his cock I was mesmerized, at times, I forgot to stroke my own just watching him. His strong arms thick chest muscles working.
“Would you mind if I sit in the chair and do this?” he asked. I nodded as he stepped in front of the chair pushed his slacks and underwear down and revealed his strong legs and ass as he sat down. What I realized at that moment was, we were only a foot apart now and my cock was inches from his face. He looked up and grinned at me. “Feels so good doesn’t it, Harold?” as his hand continued to pump his cock. We were now watching each other way more than the porn on the screen. Him leisurely stroking up and down. I had one hand around the base of mine the other rubbing the fat head.
He shifted his weight to his left and when he turned this time I could feel his breath on my cock. “Let me look at you,” he whispered. As I took one hand away from my cock, I held it at the base with the other. He smiled at me, then my cock and he looked at me, leaning a little closer.
At that moment, he engulfed it. Now turning to me he grabbed my ass with one hand and my cock with the other. His tongue doing things no tongue had ever done before. At this point, I had received an unenthusiastic blowjob from a girl or two but this was different. I had to lean against the wall to brace myself. This was nothing I had ever received before.
I moaned out loud and as I moaned he gripped my ass hard with his hand. My cock slipped out of his mouth he went to work on my aching balls sucking each one and then running his tongue along the shaft before taking most of my now leaking cock in his mouth.
He ran his tongue over the tip licking my leaking precum that was now a constant stream. I was so close to cumming but didn’t want to end. I was in heaven from a man a few minutes ago I couldn’t imagine in this light. My hand on his head, I said, “Oh God, Phil, I’m going to cum,” figuring he would pull back but, instead his tongue went to work harder. As he did, I began to shoot rope after rope in his mouth. Both hands on my ass now pulling me in drawing me in with his mouth he was swallowing every drop.
My legs shaking the last few drops he licked off the end smiling at the cock he just enjoyed he looked up and said, “We all have secrets, Harold.” He turned in his chair and looked at me. “I need to cum now, you can do as much or as little as you want to help me.” He licked his hand and started stroking his cock at a faster pace now. I kneeled beside him and ran my hand over his full balls feeling his thick pubic hair on my fingertips. My hand found its way to his cock. Then my hand took over. Phil moaned and wrapped an arm around my neck pulling me into him. My hand eagerly pumping now.
He pulled his shirt up and said, “Suck and bite my nipple.” I immediately did it without thought. Later it amazed me how easily this all happened. As I bit his nipple between my teeth, he groaned and I felt his thick cock pulse in my hand, his hot cum running down my knuckles. Thousands of naughty thoughts were running through my head as I was slowly pumping his cock. Doing that and sucking his nipple was enough for the moment. I would have done anything he wanted me to in that moment.
As he came down from his intense orgasm, he whispered, “Paper towel on the wall.” I stood up and grabbed one for me and one for him. We cleaned and pulled our pants up in silence As we stood there he said, “Your secret's safe with me and please do the same for me.” I nodded and he reached out and cupped my cock with his hand and smiled, “Come lift weights at my place sometime we will have more secrets.” The grin on his face showed me he knew I would... and did but that’s another secret to tell.
