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Time-lining my memories (not hot jo material)
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So, first adult bookstore would've been Albuquerque, starting 76, 77. Booths on all 4 sides of the large, dark back room off the main magazine etc floor. You'd see the title with a pic of the movie inside, go in if it was empty (my first times, remember?), to get maximum time for the first quarter, I'd drop my pants before dropping the quarter. Every booth had at least one and most of course two, glory holes. I soon discovered what they were for, that men would join me in my booth, that as long as the quarters flowed, everything was fine. (Skipping months and months ahead, there was a chubby night manager who fell in love with my cock. I'd come in super late and if there was no one else in the place he'd immediately follow me back to the booths for some boning with my 20, 21 yo cock. If he heard any sound he'd hop off my dick and scurry back to peak into the main room to see if any customer had come in. He'd never pull his pants all the way up unless there really was somebody who'd come in, otherwise straight back to riding my dick.) I'm really not sure how I was so open to having strange men suck me all the way to cumming in their mouth, a few hitchhiking experiences earlier, I guess. Hmm, that's right, that would've been right after high school, hitchhiking in Iowa with ripped hippie jeans that included a worn area near my crotch where my teenaged balls were threatening to plop out (yippies didn't wear underwear, so I didn't wear underwear. For years). Got a ride from a friendly fellow (30s? Blond hair, mustache) who asked if I was showing them on purpose. I was embarrassed and said no, slipping a hand inside my jeans to lift them to the other side. He said he had been known to pay to suck a young man off if I was interested. I was a broke teenage freak who always needed money, so I thought about it and said sounds okay to me, but not until the end of the ride. I let him fondle my balls as he drove and those jeans did rip which was embarrassing as I walked the final leg of that particular trip. Anyway, my turnoff eventually showed up and he pulled over on the off ramp shoulder and gave me my first "grown-up" blow job. I had seen pictures of men sucking men in underground comics, and had experimented with a cousin years earlier, but this was me doing an adult sex thing that wasn't fucking a girl. I felt like I was disappointing by not cumming quickly (lol) and offered to jack off to bring me closer to climax. I jacked, he watched and then caught my load, I cleared my throat and said there was mention of money, he grudgingly gave me 10 or 20 and I still had miles to go with my balls hanging out of my jeans. A lot is starting to make sense, lol. Just my idle memories that I'll keep adding to.
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Posted on : Jun 12, 2021
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Commented on Jun 12, 2021
Hey, I'm glad you like it, head! Happy to be passing some of my stories along. Watch some vintage 70s bareback loops to get the full effect. God, I still remember one where after an eye-popping series of ass fucks the hero makes a salad and pops 5 or 6 big olives out of his asshole. I think I watched it a dozen times in a week, solo or being serviced, cumming like a stallion each time.
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Commented on Jun 12, 2021
This is so hot and the booths sound like such a special place to be. I'm stroking to the thought.
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