Just a Little Hole in the Wall

This was a very rare day off, when all my chores were done. No yard to rake, car to wash, laundry to do or any other mundane task to keep my hands busy. In other words, it was starting off to be a very boring day. I began passing the time by surfing a bit of porn, which in actuality, just made things worse. I was bored out of my mind. Having a little jingle in my pocket, I thought to myself, "what the heck, why not go to the boats" (the boats being gambling casinos). They're located about an hours drive away, which is a very good thing. If they were any closer, I'd go there a lot more frequently, which could be a very expensive hobby. So I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't lose more than $100, and off I went.

An hours drive can provide a lot of time for the mind to wander, especially when the familiar radio stations begin to fade to static with distance. Like two different colored crayons melted together to make a totally different 3rd color, the excitement and anticipation of the lights and sounds of the casinos, coupled with the stimulation of the prior porn, had somehow manifested itself into pure horniness. I came to a stoplight near the casinos, and googled "porn near me" in hopes of finding a strip club, or something similar. Google quickly replied, telling me that I was only 1.5 miles away from an adult bookstore and video arcade. I pressed the tab "directions", and off I went.

When I pulled into the parking lot, the place didn't look bad. Most of the parking was off to the side, and not too visible from the street. Even though I'm about 80 miles from home, I couldn't help but to be nervous about someone recognizing me or my car. I walked in, and found it a bit odd that, even though there were about 8 cars in the parking lot, there was only one other person in the bookstore, an older guy behind the counter. What with all the porn I could possibly view at home on my computer, I really wasn't the slightest bit interested in a magazine, so I asked the guy "where can I watch videos?" He replied with a smirk "back there", and pointed towards a door. I asked him for a roll of quarters, but he told me that it costs ten bucks to get in, and you can watch as much as you would like. I quickly gave him $10, and off I went.

The room was dark, illuminated only by a large tv in the common area, with about 3 black lights, strategically scattered down a horseshoe shaped hallway maze, bordered by doors on both sides. A harmony of moans resonated from the assortment of videos playing on contiguous loops from the many different booths. My eyes hadn't adjusted from the brightly lit room I had just walked out of, so all I could see was the silhouettes of a handful of people, which explained the mystery of where the drivers of all the cars parked outside where at.

My heart was about to jump out of my chest. I was nervous as hell, and needed a place to hide for a moment or two, to get my wits together, and allow my eyes get adjusted to the dimness. I went to the first booth I came to, turned the knob, and it was locked (occupied). I went to the next door, only to find the same scenario. The 3rd door was ajar, so I went in and quickly locked it behind me. Alone in a booth with nothing but a folding metal chair, a small waste can, and a 1970's style porn video with the quality of an old VCR tape. It was only ten bucks, but I was hoping to get more for my money than this. After a few moments of Ron Jeremy doing his dance to the familiar porn-style music, I thought I'd walk around, and see if all the booths where playing the same type of bullshit budget porn.

My eyes had adjusted to the dark, so I opened the door, to walk around a bit, and see what there was to see. There were no girls in the arcade, only guys meandering around in a zombie like pace. It could have just been my nervousness, but I couldn't help but feeling like I was being checked out. I have to admit, it wasn't a bad feeling. Most of the guys were much older than me, or much larger than me, but the one thing we all had in common was, we were all horny as hell. I chuckled under my breath a bit, when I realized that I too, was meandering around the place, in a zombie like manner, checking everyone out!

When I got to the end of the horseshoe shaped hallway of booths, I turned around and went the opposite direction. When I again got to the common area where the big screen tv was playing, a guy about my age rounded the corner heading the opposite direction, and almost bumped into me. We did an awkward dance where we both accidently went to the same direction trying to avoid each other, only to still be standing in each other's way. The awkwardness continued, as we both repeated zigging to the other direction. We said our "pardon me's", and passed each other. I continued my meandering, until I got to the other leg of the horseshoe, and like a bear in a shooting gallery, turned around, and headed in the other directions. I didn't get far.

Apparently the guy I bumped into had turned around and followed me down the hallway. He had a door to a booth opened, and as he was about to walk into it, and nodded his head downward towards the booth next to it. It was obvious that he wanted me to go into that booth, so without giving it any thought, I did. The first and immediate thing I did was to lock the door behind me. Last thing I wanted was to be robbed, or attacked in a video arcade, so I wasn't taking any chances. This video was much better than the first one, more contempered and DVD quality. As I unfolded my chair, I quickly realized that the quality of the video, wasn't the reason he wanted me to occupy this booth. Surprised doesn't even begin to describe my reaction when I noticed that the that the excess light I was seeing, was coming through the football sized hole, that was separating our two booths.

I was about have a heart attack, my heart was pounding a mile a minute. Is he a cop? He might be a cop! How would I know whether he's a cop or not? Then, in an instant, it became blatantly obvious, he wasn't a cop. The sound of his pants unzipping, and his belt hitting the floor, made it clear that if he was a cop. Surely, no cop would be the first to drop his pants in an obvious case of entrapment.

I didn't know exactly what to do, but what I did know was that I knew I was as hard as I've ever been. I glanced thru the hole, and sure enough, his pants were on the floor. I figured that if I didn't do something, he would re-dress, and be gone, so I followed suit, and slowly began to take my pants off. Even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was bent over and watching. "Maybe he's wanting to make sure I'M not a cop" I thought to myself. To eliminate any doubt, I pulled my cock out, and started stroking it, with hopes he was watching - and he was. As he increased the intensity that he was stroking his cock, it assured me that this must have been exactly what he wanted to see. I positioned my chair facing the hole, because I wanted to watch him stroking his cock. I've watched guys stroking their cocks on porn videos before, but never in real life. In fact, I've never seen a cock in person before. That was quickly about to change.

As I leaned over to glance at his cock through the hole, I couldn't believe what happened next. I was only inches away from sneaking a glance, when his cock started protruding thru the hole into my side. I had to pull my head back, or it would have hit me in the face! What the fuck do I do now? DAMN! I couldn't believe it! I've ever seen a cock before, and damn, look at this! There was zero doubt about his arousals', he was hard as a rock (as was I). Even though his cock wasn't that large, it was irresistible, because, well, it was so hard! His cock was about the size (and hardness) of a 5 inch broomstick. It really turned me on knowing that it was me, or the thought of me, that did that to him. But the question still lingered, "what do I do now!"

I had thought long enough, time to get into this opportunity. I reached over and gently grabbed his cock, and slowly started stroking it. I could tell he obviously like this, because he started pushing towards me with his hips, as if he was fucking my hand, sliding in and out. I wouldn't have thought it was possible, but I swear I think his cock actually got harder.

After maybe a minute of stroking his cock, he quickly pulled back out of the hole, back into his side. Not wanting to spoil anything, I said nothing, and did nothing but watch. After about 30 seconds, he slowly slid it through the hole again. I grabbed his cock again, but this time, instead of stroking it, I flicked my tonged on the bottom of his cock, just behind its head. I could feel his cock beginning to pulse, and I could tell that he wasn't steady on his feet. I continued to lick the bottom of his cock, and then started stroking it, which started to make him quiver. Again, he quickly pulled back out of the hole, and back to his side. This time, it was clear why he did it. As I bent over to watch what he was doing, and his cock was twitching up and down by itself. His retreat away from our adjoining hole was because he was trying not to cum. He waited for about 30 seconds again, and slid his cock back though the hole. This time would be different.

When his cock was all the way through the hole again, I noticed was that the head of his cock was a different color, almost purple. His cock was so hard, that it looked painful, as if it were about to split open. With my right hand, I softly grasped his cock. I slid my left hand through the hole, between his legs, placed it gently on his ass, and pulled him towards the wall between us. Then, I placed the tip of his cock, to my lips, which I could tell he was an enormous fan of. Pulling him towards me with one hand, slowly stroking his cock with the other, I took his cock in my mouth. As I felt his legs starting to quiver and shake, there was no doubt that he was close to cumming when he pulled away twice before. I wasn't going to let him pull out this time.

It was only about 25 seconds or so of me making him fuck my mouth while I was stroking his cock, that I felt his cock getting harder, and harder, and starting to pulse, and I could actually feel his heartbeat in his cock. I was really getting into making him feel like I knew he felt, and just then I felt something hit my tongue, almost like a dull dart. Holy shit, he came in my mouth! I wasn't about to swallow, so I spit it out on the floor. I held his cock on the side of my face, and kind of stroked it with my open hand, until he started going soft, leaving a trail of his cum on my face like a temporary tattoo.

I don't know if it was because of regret, if he didn't want to know the guy that just got him off, or maybe he was late for work, but whatever the reason, he was dressed and out of there in less than ten seconds. Too bad, I would have loved to have exchanged email address, I'd love to run into him again! I got dressed, and thought I'd finish my trek to the casinos, but would take one last meander around. In the glow of the video that was still playing in my both, I could see a large splatter of cum that I had spit on the floor.

Before I left, I learned a bit of science that's more entertaining than anything else. Still meandering about the booths, one person said "nice" as he walked by. I didn't give it any thought, till someone else walked by and said "you need to wipe your face, there are napkins in the bathroom," and pointed at my hand. I looked at my hand, and immediately saw what they meant. Who knew that cum illuminates under a black light? Even though I can only imagine what his cum looked like on my face, I could clearly see what looked like a distant galaxy shining on my hands.

If I ever get asked that question on "Jeopardy", I'm good to go.

I didn't make it to the casinos that day, turned around and made the hours drive home.

A lot of first that day: Saw my first in person cock, touched my first, stroked my first, blew my first, and made my first cock, other than my own, cum (in my mouth at that!). Not only that, I didn't lose any money at the casinos, so all in all, I'd say it was a pretty good day, wouldn't you?