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The April Fool's Day Trap


Author's Note: I am recovering from repeated surgeries on both arms to correct a degenerative nerve condition. To write this, I use voice to text software which isn't always accurate. As my recovery will take considerable time, I have decided to continue writing and give my best effort at doing the thing I love. Please, if you spot any typos or grammatical mistakes, consider volunteering as my editor to allow me to write more stories more frequently with better quality.

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"Come on, Lenny," Alex said. "It's your birthday!"

"Yeah sure. You know every straight guy dreams of going to look at dildos and porn with his friends once they turn eighteen."

"There are women there," Mason said slowly. "It's pretty upscale..."

"Right, except for the jack shack in the back..."

DW's Adult Megaplexxx could be seen easily from the highway, a bastion of hope and desire for any teenage boy traveling out of this barren, empty existence in southern Oklahoma towards the Texas border. Across the state lines, stronger beer, actual cities, and even excitement called out towards anyone able to pool enough gas money to make their way down I-35.

I'm sure tucked away in Oklahoma City there might have been a few adult stores, places where someone might gain the same experience. But the distance and prudish nature of the state prevented any such establishment from proclaiming their existence right off the highway. DW's stood only a few miles from the border, where any adolescent boy might fantasize about what went out inside of that nondescript, windowless building advertising access to every kind of porn we could imagine.

Trip after to trip to Dallas encouraged our imaginings. I can't say I remember the first time one of us noticed the building. For years our parents had taken turns ferrying us back and forth to Dallas for various baseball tournaments. But after puberty hit, each of us would stare out the window, elbowing each other when the 24-hour sign showed up on the horizon. For years we talked about how once we were 18, we would all go and spend our allowances on as much pornography as we could carry...

Alex and Mason turned 18 back in February, making the pilgrimage against my protests. Still, they made good on their promise to return with porn, bringing me several magazines still in the cellophane; a first for me! But magazines offered nothing new, or a least nothing that wasn't available on the computer. Even so, there was something to said about not having to wait for a photo to load or for my mom to be off the phone to look at these images.

Neither of my friends dared bring home a VHS. Hiding a few magazines underneath a mattress was nothing out of the ordinary, but finding a place for a video, and hoping no one else accidentally discovered it seemed too great of a chance. Seeing a porn film would have been enough. Instead, my friends came home with these outlandish stories. Each one stating over and over again that in the back room, not only were there a dozen or more different screens all playing different porn videos, in each room girls waited, willing to do anything. Girls willing to suck and fuck any dick that dared poke itself through a small little hole.


I had the unfortunate birthday of April 1. Personally I never much cared for the holiday, nor for the type of person that needs an entire day to celebrate at someone else's expense. Anyone who wonders why I didn't simply explain to my friends my feelings of sensitivity about this particular date has never been in the company of teenage boys, who are, at their best, an animal compared nearest to a jackal.

Forget about the toy buzzers and fake piece of gum. Alex had an inventiveness to his cruelty, and he reveled in each April Fool's Day prank. When I was a kid, Alex sent me a professional letter from a law firm stating I had been adopted. When I turned 16, they removed all the tires from my car. Last year, he got Mason to pour icy hot into my jockstrap, causing me to run screaming out of the locker room and into the hallway at school, my white baseball pants clinging around my ankles, exposing myself bare ass in front of the school, my hands clutching my burning balls.

No fucking way in hell were Alex and Mason taking me across the border to a magical land where all the porn and blow jobs a man could want were available behind the doors of any sex stop. Still, there was the draw of choosing my own adult entertainment and the dull boredom of another Friday night in Ardmore....

Plus I was 18!

The contrast between my two friends stayed consistent with their usual demeanor. Mason was a typical dude, stocky, though largely athletic, always sporting an accidental five o'clock shadow. Alex barely looked like he belonged on the baseball team, though he could run faster than any of us. He was a wisp of a man, with high cheekbones, and a toned form that showed athleticism without seeming masculine.

We'd have bullied him endlessly if he hadn't stolen more bases than the rest of us combined. There was also something strange about him, something simmering under the surface that made all of us a little uneasy. Even still, now and then guys had their fun about his feminine looks, but because of his casual cruelty and aloof disposition, it never went too far. Still no slur ever seemed to bother Alex and so no insult ever seemed to stick. Though at times he did disappear into his own world, which is where he was while Mason rambled on about porn.

Finally we arrived, for the first time actually turning into the parking lot fulfilling a fantasy that seemed more shameful each year that passed without any real action. As Mason parked, I was surprised to find my heart firmly lodged in my throat. Though I'd looked forward to this moment for years, lusting after the idea of a building completely devoted to displaying every one of my most perverse fantasies, something held me back. There was that ever-present fear, that even after crossing state lines, we might run into someone we knew.

There were so many cars already parked, it was as if DW's had a happy hour at six o'clock on a Friday night. I found myself scanning through the parking lot, convinced that someone I knew would ambush me any second as I walked towards the doors, shaming me for having any interest in sex.

"What's with the backpack?" I asked, still nervously looking around the lot.

"Oh just something to take the porn home in," Alex said, opening the door.

I never even thought about it again.

He opened the cloudy glass door and I jumped a little as the bell rang, announcing our visit like an alarm bell. I expect everyone in the room to look up and stare, but other than the clerk, the completely male crowd simply went back to thumbing through the stacks of tapes and magazines.

I tried to take it in all at once. The shelves were filled with hundreds of different titles: Anal, Fetish, Teen, Group, Gay, and of course MILF. Another aisle in the store was devoted to sex toys; dildos and vibrators that challenged anything I claimed between my legs. Behind the counter, the clerk guarded a selection of bongs and pipes crossing the line into other deviants lifestyles.

We wandered at first, years of friendship through our budding sexuality overcoming any inherent awkwardness. After spending most of my formative years swapping old Hustler magazines with Alex and Mason, standing in this adult store in Texas seemed like arriving at El Dorado. Especially as we saw many of those old dirty magazines bundled in packages labeled 2 for 10 dollars.

Alex went over to the clerk, while Mason and I started over at the bachelor and bachelorette supplies, working our way through the fake penises toys and fun party games. I could sense that the store manager was eyeing us a little too closely, and I hadn't been waiting for my entire life to find a cake tray in the shape of a cock. Still, something stopped me from speaking up, even though I really just wanted to ask Mason to immediately take me to that back room they had built up in my imaginations.

Part of me knew it would be a trick. I just knew as soon as I asked, Alex would scream April Fools and I'd hear about it the rest of the ride home. I just hoped they hadn't been bullshitting about the backroom. Even the thought of just jerking off to an actual video seemed novelty enough for my 18th birthday.

I wandered around, aimlessly, finding my way towards the MILF porn. This seemed new compared the same old teenagers spreading their legs for the camera. Maybe it was just my own particular fetish, a desire for the things that I couldn't have, or at least more unlikely to happen. I dunno, there was always something nagging about masturbating to images of teenage girls when I might have been out meeting them.

Not that most of the girls in Ardmore would have risked offending polite society by putting out. Even so, the opportunity existed, if Alex and Mason were to be believed. I'd had enough of the two of them telling about sharing Laura Cummings; a bullshit story about the both of them taking turns stuffing the town slut's mouth with their cocks and cum.

"Are you sure you don't want to take this home with you?" Mason said, waving a long double-end dildo at me.

"Put that away," I hissed.

"I'm sure you know where to put it," He smirked.

"Come on man, we are gonna get in trouble," I said.

"Okay, okay," Mason put his arms up in a conciliatory gesture. "So what do you think, is it everything you dreamed of?"

"I think I'll get one of these," I said, holding up several different titles.

"Why don't you wait," Mason said. "Alex is already in the back."

"Oh alright," I said.

Mason led us up to the counter, where the bored looking middle-aged man behind the desk seemed entirely consumed by the Rangers game. We both exchanged our money for tokens and were pointed in the direction of the backroom. Mason held open the door, which led into a small, claustrophobic corridor. As the door shut behind him, the area was almost completely pitch black, except for the soft, little glows of individual television screens in the wide open doors.

"This way..." Mason said.

"I can barely see..."

"That's the point," Mason said.

We crowded our way into the tiny 8 by 8 room, barely big enough for both of us to sit down on the half bench to the side. Mason locked the door beside us and inserted a token, and the movie started.

The woman was wearing little more than a short fitting skirt, barely covering her thighs. Her breasts seemed almost unnaturally oversized, bulging out of a tight fitting tube top. I didn't have to wait long for the action, in a second she was joined by two hung black dudes, forcing the MILF onto her knees. She dug into the jeans of the first one with her fingers, fishing out his cock and nearly inhaling the thing.

Then I heard the sounds of her slurping up and down that big, black dick. The booth filled with wet smacking sounds as it went back and forth in her mouth, moving in and out, bouncing off of her cheeks as she smiled up at the man. Then the other guy had his dick resting on the other side of her face, grabbing her by the hair to force the brunette to take every inch of his cock.

"Oh wow that's hot..." I said, my hand drifting down to my groin.

"It's so different than the magazines, isn't it?"

I could hear the sounds of the girl moaning, almost as if the simple act of sucking cock was every bit as arousing as being fucked. One of the men managed to pull the top over the girls head, tangling it in her hair for a brief second. Her boobs were massive, large orbs I wanted to bury my face in. Even as she sucked, the twins never drooped or really moved. I wanted to suck on each of her tiny, dot-sized nipples as she greedily sucked down inch after inch of black cock.

I moved my hand to my groin, stroking myself subtly through the fabric of my jeans. Every one of my eight inches was completely hard, my dick ready to spring from its confines at a moment's notice. I looked down from the tiny screen to Mason and saw him sitting next to me, holding his penis in his hand.

"What the fuck, man?"

"Whatever, dude," Mason said, stroking the mushroom head of his cock. "What did you think we were here to do?"

I shrugged my shoulders, already reaching the point where I was so horny I couldn't control it. I tried to rationalize it. After all, it wasn't the first time we had been in close proximity when masturbating. Trading porn magazine used to be one of the main draws for our camping trips, and once I knew Mason had barged in on Alex "using the tent" for his own pleasure.

Besides, years of playing together on the same baseball team meant that we had seen each other naked in the shower more than enough times. Taking a deep breath, I unbuttoned my jeans, pulling out my dick in front of my best friend.

"Christ you're big," Mason said.

"You've seen it before," I said, trying to put his voice out of my head as I wrapped my hand around my foreskin.

"Never like this," He answered.

I looked up and saw that one of the men had pushed the woman down over a couch, pulling down her skirt to reveal a beautifully large ass, bulging and quivering as he rubbed his large hands all over it. I could feel myself getting close to cumming, the build-up in my balls already reaching the tip of my cock. I slowed down, trying to pace myself, but was overwhelmed already by my first sense of action.

The man then surprised me by burying every inch of that monster cock inside of the woman tight little hole. He didn't even bother with her pussy, neither of them did. The first man just pounded his way against her ass. The sounds of her screams rattled around in my head, her whole body shaking as she pushed her ass back into the man. The second man moved to the other side of the woman, changing the camera angle so that we could see the girl taking big, black cock from both ends.

I tried to see, but the cameraman seemed determined not to show even a glimpse of the woman's pussy. He focused on her mouth, her ass, and the cocks taking her from every angle. My dick was begging for release, desperate after being so thoroughly teased by the hour drive.

And next to me, though I tried to avoid thinking about it, I could hear the soft thwapping sound of Mason working his own dick. I tried not to think about it, but there was something more arousing about sharing this scene together. My best friend and I were only centimeters away from each other, our eyes straight ahead at the group scene in front of us, our hands wrapped around our cocks.

Then the video broke the spell. The man reached his hand down between the girl's legs, his hand grabbing for her pussy. Only instead he gripped a small, flaccid cock...

I couldn't believe what I seeing. Nothing seemed to click. This woman had seemed perfectly normal, and now I was watching as one of the men sunk to his knees, swallowing the smaller cock into his mouth as he friend continued pounding into her ass.

"What the hell-" I started to get up.

"I know, some of the videos in the booth are like that," Mason said, still stroking himself.

"Why does that woman have a dick?"

"Technically, I think it's more like a man with breasts, though I don't know how it works. It's not a big deal man, it's just some tranny porn."

"Tranny porn?"

"Yeah like transexuals, you know, in between..." Mason said. "Some of the booths play it. Some of them play gay videos."

"So why did you pick this booth?"

"It's next to the one she likes..."

"Oh..." I said, still a little upset.

"Look you seemed to like it a minute or so before," Mason said. "It's not gay if you still do. I'm already hard. Let's just wait and see if she shows up."

"Okay..." Then I heard the unmistakable sound of the next door shutting behind the booth to the right. A coin clinked against the machine, and I heard the sounds of fucking through the video screen on the other side of us.

"Is that her?" I said.

Mason shrugged.

"Take a look."


He pointed.

Near waist level on the left side of the thin plywood wall was a hole cut through the wall. It didn't seem quite deliberate. Duct tape had been used to seal the edges. It was wide enough to peep through, even if it could barely make out too much in the dimly limit little cubicle. I squinted and could make out long blonde hair reaching down to curves across her chest.

"Is it her?" Mason said. "I think so..."

I saw her hand move between her legs, lifting up her dress. I couldn't quite make out her pussy, but I could see enough by the motion of her hand and the silhouette of her body to know I wanted more. One of her hands tugged on her breasts, not nearly as big as the trans woman on the screen, little more than a handful.

I wanted to watch, even though I could barely see. But Mason tapped on my shoulder. His cock nearly brushed against me as I moved away, letting him lean over until he was eye-level with the opening.

"That's her..." Mason said.

"Let's go over there," I said, moving toward the door.

"Are you fucking kidding," He hissed. "That's not how things are done."

"What, why?"

"Dude she wants to things to be safe and anonymous," Mason said. "With that wall in between you, she can suck if she wants without worrying some asshole is going to make her take more."

"Oh..." I said.

"Yeah so don't go chasing her off," Mason said.

"Well what can I do?"

Mason pulled his face away from the peephole.

"I'm sure she's heard you talking," He said. "Go ahead and stick your dick through, see what happens."

Mason watched, seated as he was almost eye level with my bulging prick. I looked down at him, unsure and unable to stop myself from doing anything and everything in my power to achieve that first orgasm without the use of my hand. I bent my cock down, angling it, feeling the weird sensation as I drove my member out of my booth and into hers.

I imagined what she must have been thinking on the other side, watching as a hard dick suddenly appeared on the other side of the hole, bobbing up and down, begging for attention. I felt incredibly foolish, almost like a sex offender or at least a serial flasher. And something about it turned me on, as I couldn't see any reaction from the blonde girl in the booth.

I nearly panicked, almost withdrawing as my cock just sort of hung there. And then, a small favor, a tentative touch from the hand on the other side. Her fingers, soft, dainty, curled around my head of my cock, pulling down my foreskin, moving my shaft up and down.

Yes, it was just a hand job, but I'd never had any hand other than my own. I tried my best to contain my pleasure.

"It's so big..." I heard a soft, singsong voice say. "Can I suck it?"


Did I scream that? Or did I just think it?

Not that my answer really mattered. A second later, the warm mouth of the girl engulfed the head of my cock, already leaking precum from all of this new attention. Her mouth was so wet, and she made sure to slobber spit over every inch of my dick. Her tongue worked up and down, licking the head of my cock. Her lips pushing down on my foreskin, pursing and gripping.

My whole hips shook with pleasure, my body barely able to remain upright as her tongue worked its way around my urethra. Her hand moved up and down the shaft, jerking me almost with a man's familiarity. She slobbered up and down the shaft, sucking and kissing on every inch before shoving the whole thing down her throat. I could hear her let out a loud breath through the opening as my cock flew out of her mouth. She steadied herself, stroking me a few times, and then again deep-throated my entire dick.

She sucked at me with a relentless rigor that overcame any discomfort she must have experience taking my 8 inch cock. I could hear the sounds of her slurping and gagging as she sucked. I lost control of my hips, my frame banging back and forth against the thin plywood, shaking the wall as I drove my way into her mouth harder and faster. She took every inch, barely able to breath as I kept pistoning my penis in and out.

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