How I learned I was a bottom.
I was on my own for the very first time. I was 18 and fresh out of Army AIT. I had arrived at my permanent duty post in the Bay Area. I explored the post and got into my permanent routine determined to make it through the next three years as smoothly as possible. Remaining as unnoticeable as possible for the first few months I managed to save up enough money for a small motorcycle. Freed from the confines of the post I would leave post every day after duty was over and just ride. Exploring the coast I came across the first Adult Bookstore/Theater I had ever seen. It had a simple sign out front that declare the building was a bookstore/theater. I rode my bike into the parking lot in the rear and sat there for a few minutes.
I locked my helmet to the bike and walked in the back door of the building. I was instantly hit by that smell so many of us know so well. Cum and disinfectant. I walked down the hallway of booths and entered what turned out to be Wonderland for me. Sex was everywhere. In just about every conceivable form. I went every day after duty for a couple weeks, immersing myself in porn and things I had never dreamed of, Transwomen.
Little did I know that I was being watched while I was there. If I went into the theater to watch straight porn, I was followed. When I went into the booths to jerk off, I was followed. He stalked me like a predator stalks his next meal. Then came the fateful day. I was at the magazine rack that had Trans material, and I heard a voice "Does that make you hard?" I turned to look at the man who would come to show me that I was gay, and a bottom at that, and blushed furiously. Despite a raging erection I was only able to nod and murmur yes. He smiled and said "Come with me.".
He didn't even look back as I followed him back to the arcade area. He led me back to a secluded booth and opened the door. Motioning me in he said, "You're going to like this." He followed me into the booth and began feeding dollars into the machine. He told me to pick a movie and sat down on the small bench seat. He moved me until I was backed up against the wall opposite of the door to the booth and began to massage my crotch.
I picked a movie completely at random and leaned back against the wall as he stroked me through my jeans. With one hand he massaged my cock while the other deftly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my zipper. Before I knew what was happening my pants were around my knees and he had my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. It took all I could do to not explode right then and there at my very first sexual contact. Then it happened, he slipped me into his mouth and proceeded to rock my universe. I shot hard as he proceeded to swallow every last drop.
He stood up and smiled at me, "It was just as delicious as I expected it was going to be." he said as he undid the lock on the door. He stepped out as I collected my wits and pulled up my pants. I wandered back out into the main area dazed, hardly noticing the huge smile on the clerks face. Looking back I am sure the clerk had a good idea what was in store for me. Little did I know that in a short few months time I would be getting fucked twice a week for 2 years by that man.
More to come...
I locked my helmet to the bike and walked in the back door of the building. I was instantly hit by that smell so many of us know so well. Cum and disinfectant. I walked down the hallway of booths and entered what turned out to be Wonderland for me. Sex was everywhere. In just about every conceivable form. I went every day after duty for a couple weeks, immersing myself in porn and things I had never dreamed of, Transwomen.
Little did I know that I was being watched while I was there. If I went into the theater to watch straight porn, I was followed. When I went into the booths to jerk off, I was followed. He stalked me like a predator stalks his next meal. Then came the fateful day. I was at the magazine rack that had Trans material, and I heard a voice "Does that make you hard?" I turned to look at the man who would come to show me that I was gay, and a bottom at that, and blushed furiously. Despite a raging erection I was only able to nod and murmur yes. He smiled and said "Come with me.".
He didn't even look back as I followed him back to the arcade area. He led me back to a secluded booth and opened the door. Motioning me in he said, "You're going to like this." He followed me into the booth and began feeding dollars into the machine. He told me to pick a movie and sat down on the small bench seat. He moved me until I was backed up against the wall opposite of the door to the booth and began to massage my crotch.
I picked a movie completely at random and leaned back against the wall as he stroked me through my jeans. With one hand he massaged my cock while the other deftly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my zipper. Before I knew what was happening my pants were around my knees and he had my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. It took all I could do to not explode right then and there at my very first sexual contact. Then it happened, he slipped me into his mouth and proceeded to rock my universe. I shot hard as he proceeded to swallow every last drop.
He stood up and smiled at me, "It was just as delicious as I expected it was going to be." he said as he undid the lock on the door. He stepped out as I collected my wits and pulled up my pants. I wandered back out into the main area dazed, hardly noticing the huge smile on the clerks face. Looking back I am sure the clerk had a good idea what was in store for me. Little did I know that in a short few months time I would be getting fucked twice a week for 2 years by that man.
More to come...
10 years ago
