Stan's Adult Store. A short story.

I had heard the stories, lot's of cock hungry women and men. I had to visit it for myself. Stan's is an adult book store. Known for it's video booths and theater, it was a place where anything was possible. I didn't even make it inside.

Outside, in the small parking lot, my attention was drawn to the cars where strangers beckoned me. It was quit the ego boost. I younger man said hello. I said hello back. Before I knew it, we were standing close. Handsome and lustful, I found it easy to let our lips meet. Only the second man I had ever kissed, I felt myself get so impossibly hard, so quickly. He said he knew a place where we could go to park, if I was interested. Standing there, next to his car, we kissed and cautiously felt each other through our pants. I thanked him, but declined and adjusted myself under my waistband to hide my erection. Another called to me, but I continued to walk inside. Wandering around was a blur of sexual images and toys. I headed to the video booths.

Men, and a few women, stood and moved about. The sounds of sex, of plessure, filled the air. They could of been from the videos, they could of been from the people watching them. In the dark, I heard a, "Hi." It was the handsome young man from outside. We quickly found an open booth and stepped inside, together.