Second time...

A long time ago (pre HIV) I was newly divorced and driving back home across the state. Stopped in an adult bookstore in a small town. I had been in them before, but used them mostly to jack off. However, this one had glory holes, and pretty soon a guy in the next booth stuck his hard on through it. I had sucked on a guy's dick once in boy scouts, but hadn't really had much opportunity or desire since. So, maybe it was the recent divorce or just feeling free and wild (or both), but I sucked it and he came quickly. I was still considering what I'd just done, when he was replaced by another guy. I guess the fact that I was in a town far away from where I lived, and in a booth where no one could see me, plus doing the first guy made me horny, so I sucked the next guy, and then another, and another. maybe seven or eight in all. (I'm not sure there wasn't a line outside the next booth at one point.) The last guy, pulls out quickly and right away comes in my booth. I was for sure I was being busted by some vice cop. No, he just locks the door (which I forgot to do) and pulls out his dick, still wet with my saliva, and gets me to finish him off. He put my hands on his butt and pulled my head into his dick. When he came, he pushed his dick deep enough that I felt I might break a nose on his pubes. He then zipped up and left without a word. I left as well, as the whole experience was, I don't know, not shocking, but such an new thing for me that I felt it was time to leave and consider what I had just done. On the way home I realized that I had never cum the whole time. So when I got home I whacked off to the memory of those seven or eight guys.

I'm not sure why this has come back to my memory. I did drive by "adult" store recently - but the "creepiness" of those places (and the smell of old cum mixed with that horrible fruit-based room deodorizer) kept me driving on. So, I never have done that glory hole thing again, and now it's WAY too dangerous (don't want to bring anything home - so to speak). But remembering that day in that dark little booth still makes me horny.