Charlie and the Adult Video Store

In the summer of 1993, my grandparents were selling their home in upstate New York so they could retire to Florida. I had just graduated high school and intended to enjoy my last summer vacation before starting college doing nothing but playing my Super Nintendo and jerking off. My parents were not going to let that happen. They insisted I take a bus up to New York and help my grandfather get the house ready to sell.

We’re not wealthy people so my parents had me take a bus that made a lot of stops along the way. One of those places was NYC, where I transferred to another bus that took me the rest of the way up north. I didn’t get out of the Port Authority Bus Terminal because it seemed dangerous, but also I was worried I’d miss my bus and my grandfather would kill me. He already thought I was a fuckup because he wanted me to join the Navy like he did when he graduated high school, and my uncle as well. Thankfully I didn’t have to do that, I was going to college in the fall with a full scholarship.

I spent the summer working side by side with my grandfather. I learned a lot about home maintenance. I scraped and painted most of the house, helped clear out brush, and pruned trees in the yard. I learned the difference between a sewer system and having a septic tank. I learned that sulfur well water smells like rotten eggs and “that’s normal.”

Most interesting was the stories he told me about being in the Navy. One particular story he told me over a couple of beers after a hard day of cleaning out the storage shed. He told me about “Fleet Week” and all the “adult bookstores” and entertainment that was in the city for men like us. As it would turn out, some of the places he talked about were within walking distance of the bus station I would go through on my way home. This got my mind spinning, or maybe it was the two beers I drank trying to keep up with Gramps.

Over the next two weeks, I psyched myself up to utilize my bus transfer time on the way back home to find one of these bookstores and pick up some supplies. Where I lived in Virginia there were only magazines at the gas station, and I was always terrified to buy any because the guy that ran the gas station was friends with my dad. This seemed like a perfect opportunity to get myself a stash of porn and who knows what else, hop back on the bus and really enjoy the last few weeks of summer break before I start college.

By the time we had the house and yard ship shape and ready to sell, I had lost ten pounds of baby fat and put on ten pounds of muscle. I noticed the change while standing in front of the antique mirror in my white briefs while getting my clothes packed into my backpack to head home. I couldn’t help but check myself out and flex my newfound muscles before my grandmother called me down for breakfast and I dressed quickly in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

The bus from town to the city was almost two hours of grueling anticipation. I went back and forth in my head to talk myself out of leaving the bus depot, and then I’d remind myself this was a unique opportunity.

Heart pounding as the bus pulled into the terminal finding a place to park, I decided I was going to do it. My next bus didn’t leave for an hour, so if I give myself twenty minutes to do my shopping spree and head back I will have more than enough time. I grabbed my backpack and ran out of the bus depot which put me right on 8th Ave and 42nd Street. I knew better than to look like a tourist, that’s how you get mugged or murdered, so I tried to walk casually. Although anyone who saw me would’ve spotted me as a tourist a mile away. I was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt my grandmother had bought for me at Jamesway that were a size too big all the way around and everyone here was wearing stylish clothes and looked like they belonged on a runway.

I walked to Times Square, passing a few hookers along the way. As much as the idea of losing my virginity got my blood flowing to my dick, I didn’t have time for that, and even though I’m an outgoing person…I wouldn’t know how to approach that situation if I had the time. I circled up Broadway and back over to 8th Ave, heading back towards Port Authority Bus Terminal, passing a few shops that boasted having XXX videos and other fun things. I was nervous, I didn’t realize you wouldn’t be able to see inside the shops and I didn’t know what to expect or see once inside. In my head, I thought this would be like going to the grocery store and I could pick out porn like I would a cantaloupe, watch someone else pick out one, and learn from their decision-making. Boy was I wrong.

I walked past one shop and then circled the block because I was too nervous to go in. What I didn’t realize was circling the block would take so much time, the avenues are really long! When I got back to 8th Ave, I decided I had to get in and get out as quickly as possible, my twenty minutes were up ten minutes ago and time was now my enemy. I took a deep breath and walked in.

This was possibly the greatest place on earth. It was like Blockbuster, but way better. VHS tapes lined the walls, with categories I never knew existed. Sex toys, man oh man, I didn’t know what half of the toys did but geeze they looked like fun. I didn’t know what category I wanted, I had only ever seen a couple of magazines my friends passed around, and if I’m being honest I wasn’t as excited about them as my friends were. I needed to find something more me.

I scanned the aisles, avoiding eye contact with the store clerk, checking my watch every ninety seconds. Turning the corner is when my mind melts. Man-on-man porn. Right there on the boxes, big dicks, men fucking other men in the ass, men performing oral sex on each other, wet men, leather men, cowboys, cops, military, and so on. If you can think of it two or more men are doing it. I felt my dick instantly drip precum into my briefs without even being hard, but I felt my blood rushing to my dick as I scanned the titles.

The idea of sex with another guy never crossed my mind. My friends were unattractive country boys and…I guess I was conditioned to only think of sex as something that guys did with girls. But here I am, in what is possibly the the greatest treasure find I’ll ever experience in my life and I need to get something and get back to my bus. I picked up a video with a guy on the front that looked to be around my age, with no shirt, blue jeans open to reveal his underwear, and a hand inside presumably grabbing his dick, while looking at a man at least twice his age in a uniform that I would guess was supposed to be a construction worker.

“That was a good one,” a voice came from behind me and I jumped so hard I dropped the box on the floor and the sound echoed through the store. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.

“It’s ok,” I struggled to pick up the box from the floor.

The man staring back at me was probably twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He looked a little disheveled like he woke up from a nap and came here. He had dark short hair that looked a few weeks overdue for a haircut, his beard stubble gave the impression he hadn't shaved in a day or two, but he looked clean, something about him seemed kind and safe. He stood about three inches taller than me, probably just clearing six feet, and probably weighed the same as me though, I didn't see any muscles protruding from his skin-tight t-shirt.

I realized he was looking me up and down and I suddenly felt self-conscious, clumsily putting the box back on the shelf. "I didn't realize it was..." I felt my face turn red as I blushed, not knowing what to say and somewhat afraid to admit I was looking at a box containing a VHS with two guys having sex inside.

"Woh, don't let me scare you off, I just wanted to let you know I've seen that one and it was good," he chuckled at my embarrassment.

"I'm not, I mean, I wasn't...ugh, I gotta go," I booked it out of the store quickly, feeling like a criminal even though I didn't steal anything or technically do anything wrong. I just got caught in a moment and panicked.

I looked at my watch, fuck, I had ten minutes to get back to the bus depot and find my bus. I tightened the straps on my backpack and started running. I went two blocks dodging the crowd on the streets before I realized I was running in the wrong direction, spun on my heels almost knocking over an old lady, and then started running back downtown towards the Port Authority.

Two red lights and three blocks later, I found myself scanning the departure board. Finding my bus I started running through the building to try and catch it. Alas, my luck had run out, or maybe it was karma getting back at me for trying to buy porn, but I had the pleasure of watching my bus drive away without me.

My heart sank and I walked back to the main lobby. I asked one of the clerks when the next bus left for my hometown, and he told me I could catch an early morning bus, or a later afternoon bus tomorrow. My heart fell into my stomach. I thanked him and walked to a pay phone to call home.

"Hello?" My mother answered.

"Mom, it's Charlie," I said.

"Hi honey, is everything ok? You sound out of breath," she read me like a book.

"Yeah, everything's fine, well, sort of, I missed my bus leaving New York City." I tried not to sound upset or nervous.

"Oh no, was there traffic on the way down?" She asked concerned.

I didn't want to lie, but I couldn't tell her the truth, "yeah, I just missed it. I saw it pulling away as I got into the station," which was technically true.

"Well, what are you going to do? When is the next bus?"

"It's not until early in the morning, which would put me home late afternoon tomorrow."

"Ok, so are you staying at the bus depot or do you have money for a hotel?" She asked.

"Probably, I don't think I can afford a hotel, so I think I'll go get dinner and then come back here. I'll probably stay up tonight and sleep on the bus," I shrugged even though she couldn't see me.

"Please insert 25 cents to continue this call," an automated voice said, interrupting the call.

"Sorry, Mom, I have to go, the call is running out, I love you, I'll call you later," I rushed.

"Ok, be safe, I love you too," and the call was disconnected.

I decided to do some exploring. I mostly walked around Times Square. I didn't have a map or any real knowledge of the layout of the city, so I didn't want to stray too far and get myself lost. As I walked, I would circle a block, and then when I was confident I knew where I was I'd venture another block. I did this for about an hour before finding the Carnegie Deli where I decided to have a sandwich and soda while taking a rest from exploring.

The sun was setting and I wanted to get back to the bus depot before dark because...well, I don't want to get murdered, or worse.

On my walk back I passed by the adult video store I ran out of a few hours earlier. I felt my dick twitch as the thoughts of earlier ran back through my mind. All the nudity in the store, the toys I had never seen or heard of, the video options, the guy-on-guy action I had never fantasized about but now couldn't stop thinking about...I quickly reached into my briefs and pulled my dick up into the waistband to hide the erection from strangers.

I found an empty bench at the bus depot and waited. The sun set around 8:00 pm and the depot cleared out for the most part. I didn't have much to do so I walked around and thoroughly read all the post billboards and general information, then sat back on my bench. Every once in a while I'd go outside the entrance to get some fresh air, then dip back in to reclaim my bench that would be my home for the night.

Somewhere around midnight I couldn't sleep and was bored out of my mind, I was also feeling pretty hungry. With my stomach gurgling, I grabbed my backpack and resolved to take my chances, seeking out an open pizza place or perhaps a McDonald's, if it was open. As I walked I started to feel like the city was no more dangerous at night than it is during the day, and it was easier to avoid people at night than during the day when all the tourists are out walking shoulder to shoulder on the sidewalks.

I treated myself to a slice of pizza and a can of soda, savoring every bite, deliberately stretching out the experience to kill as much time as possible. I started to think about what I should do for the next five hours while waiting for my early morning bus. I know I'm not going to be able to sleep on that bench, the sounds of the city and foreign clanks and creeks of the depot are going to keep me up all night even if I try to sleep. My best bet is to power through and pull an all-nighter like I suspect I'll have to do when I start college in the fall.

In the back of my mind, thoughts of returning to the adult video store kept popping up as a way to kill time, but I tried to ignore it, plus it's now after 1:00 am, and there's no way the video store is still open.

When my soda was officially dry I felt I was overstaying my welcome at this pizza place and needed to hit the streets. I thanked the guy behind the counter, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and making my way back to the bus depot.

As I walked down 8th Ave I noticed the video store was in fact still open. I walked past it, convincing myself I didn't want or need to go in, but as soon as I hit the end of the next block, I decided I could go back and pick up a couple of magazines to read. That will help me pass the time. Yeah, that's what I'll do, get some entertainment for the next couple of hours, what harm can it do?

I circled back to the video store, walking right past it again as my nerves struck and I psyched myself out of going in. At the end of the block though, I decided to just suck it up and go in.

The bell rang as I walked in, there was thankfully a different clerk watching the register so I didn't feel so self-conscious about being back in a store that's primary focus is products to help you jerk off.

I was definitely killing time as I browsed every aisle slowly, taking in the titles of the videos I wasn't going to buy, then landing at a section of toys that were really interesting.

The front doorbell rang, and I tried not to be nosey but I couldn't help but look over to see a man a few years older than me, easily twice my size, with muscular arms and well-defined pecs straining against his snug t-shirt. He seemed very friendly with the clerk, and without saying anything he handed him cash, the clerk handed him a little bottle of something and then the guy went straight to the far end of the store. I just continued wandering the aisles.

A few minutes later the front doorbell rang again, again I glanced over, the guy coming in was Hispanic, with a cropped top that was mostly see-through, jeans that were baggy and low on his hips, with his red underwear mostly exposed. He also walked over to the counter, gave the man some cash in exchange for a small bottle and something I couldn’t see, then headed to the back of the store.

I realized I hadn't seen the other guy come out of the store and my curiosity was getting to me. What was so great about that aisle of the store? I casually kept scanning the titles, faster now so I could get to that aisle without it seeming like I was just heading that way to be nosey.

As I came to the end of the aisle the clerk made eye contact with me, like he knew what I was doing even though I didn't know what I was doing. As I turned the corner, I expected to find the two guys browsing the videos or toys on the shelves, but to my surprise, they were nowhere to be seen. At the end of the aisle, a sign caught my eye: "Video Booth," with a heavy black curtain hanging beneath it. What was I to do, not go in? Dopamine was surging through my brain, heightening my excitement, my heart pounded vigorously, sending waves of adrenaline coursing through my veins. The rush of anticipation had me feeling intoxicated with excitement.

Through the curtain, I had to let my eyes adjust to the darkness before moving forward. The air smelled like chemicals I didn't recognize and there were sounds that I had only heard when I stayed over at my friend Mikey's house when his parents were out and he showed me an adult video he said was hidden in his dad's closet. That was incredible, but this was even better.

As I slowly walked down the dark hallway I realized the signs on the wall were suggesting you could go into the video booths and preview the movies they're selling in the main store. I don't have to tell you my dick went from 6 o'clock to midnight at lightning speed. I didn't see the two guys who entered before me, so I had to assume they were in those booths watching the videos and that really turned me on for some reason.

The booth right in the middle of the bank had the door cracked open, so I thought it was unoccupied, I pushed it open slowly to find the bigger guy with his pants around his ankles, his 7" cut dick hard as a rock sticking up out of his spread legs as he sat on the bench seat, leaning against the wall, holding something up to his nose and taking a deep breath.

"Oh crap, sorry," I quickly backed out and closed the door behind me. The image of his half-naked body quickly burned into my memory.

Stepping down to the next door that was cracked open, it was darker and I slowly pushed it open to find it empty. I quickly entered and closed the door, locking it behind me. I took a deep breath and sat on the bench seat. Looking at the TV screen I realized you had to pay money to watch the video but I didn't have change for the machine. I wasn't going to go ask the clerk to make change for me either. There’s no way I could look him in the eye and ask him to break a twenty so I could watch porn only a few feet down the hall from him.

That got me thinking about the guy in the booth next to me. He wasn't just watching the porn, he was masturbating to it. The image of his naked body, his big dick, his muscular frame, the hair on his torso, all washing over me, it, to my surprise, was making me even more horny than I had ever been. I felt like I was going to burst out of my pants if I didn't set my dick free. I started to think about how many other guys must have sat on this bench and jerked off in here. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hand into the front of my white briefs, groping my diamond-hard dick, squeezing it gently to give myself some instant relief. I started thinking about how other guys, more manly than me, have come in here and jerked off right here. How would they do it? Did they have a better technique than I have?

I pushed the waistband of my underwear below my balls and started stroking my cock. Did those other guys look like the guy in the booth a few feet from me? What would they do when they shot their loads? There were no towels to clean up with. Did they shoot on the floor? Did they just leave it there? I was stroking my dick so hard, thinking about other men in a way I had never thought about before, I realized I was quickly getting close to blowing my wad and needed to do something. I didn't want to get cum on me because I had nowhere to shower, I didn't want to be rude and cum on the floor and not have anything to clean up with. I had to stop stroking myself.

I let go of my dick and let it hang out there for a minute, not touching it. My dick is about 5" cut, not nearly as thick or manly looking as that guy in the next booth. I felt my dick jump again picturing that guy's dick. Shaking my head, I knew I shouldn't cum on their floor, but my brain started to try and justify it. If they don't want you to jerk off in here, they wouldn't let you watch porn. If they don't want you to cum on the floor, they should put paper towels in here. I gave my dick a good squeeze, it was harder than ever. Fuck, my balls are starting to hurt.

"No, no, that's not me," I thought to myself, shaking my head as I quickly pulled up my waistband. The elastic audibly snapped against my thin stomach as I adjusted it back into place. I zipped up my pants, I needed to get control of myself and get out of here. I'm so horny it hurts, my self-control only goes so far and if I stay in here any longer I'm going to make a mess for sure.

Unlocking the booth I peeked out to make sure no one was there, then slowly slipped out of the booth. Stopping in my tracks when I realized the door to the booth next to mine was cracked open again. Did that guy finish already? I wonder if he shot on the floor? If he did, then it wouldn't be wrong of me to add to his load right? I'll just peek inside and look, I told myself.

I looked both ways down the hall, then slowly pushed open the door until I saw the man still sitting on his bench, slowly stroking his massive dick, his shirt now tucked up above his head, his pants and underwear around his ankles still. He didn't stop stroking when he made eye contact with me and I froze.

"You coming in?" He grinned at me.

I felt my fight or flight panic kick in, looking behind me to make sure he was talking to me and then looking back at his dick, which made me panic more because I was looking at another man's dick and tried to look him in the eye instead, but now I'm looking into the eyes of a man who is masturbating right in front of me.

"I uh..." I barely squeaked out, barely audible over the sound of the sex happening in the video he was watching of a guy pummeling some girl from behind.

"Close the door behind you," he said, assuming I was coming in.

I didn't know what to do, was this...ok? Was he inviting me in to watch him masturbate? Oh my god, was he sharing his porn with me so I could jerk off too? My dick was so hard and it was no longer tucked into the waistband of my underwear, it was straining against the cotton material trying to burst its way out. I locked the door quickly and then leaned against it.

The guy watched me the entire time, biting his lip as he slowly stroked himself. I just stood there and watched like a fucking pervert. I should leave...but I also don't think I'll ever be in a situation like this again and kind of want to see him finish. I've seen my own dick fling cum out a thousand times since I learned how, but I've never seen another guy do it. I should watch, you know...like a science lesson.

His eyes were fixed on me, "Don't be nervous, this is just for fun, man."

His words somehow comforted me, and I felt a relief wash over me, or at least release the tension in my shoulders as I pinned myself against the locked door behind me.

"Are you going to join me or just watch?" He asked, looking down at the bulge in my pants. "I'm ok with you watching, but it's more fun if you participate," he said, then shook a little brown bottle, uncapped it, and put it up to his nose, dramatically inhaling its contents. It looked like he really enjoyed the smell because his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a moan that I thought came from the guy having sex on the TV.

His moan set something off inside me and I instinctively rubbed my dick from the outside of my jeans. The relief felt so good I felt a drop of precum squeeze out the tip into my underwear.

"Don't be shy, come closer," he commanded and I immediately took a step closer to him.

He reached out and grabbed my crotch, I sucked in my breath so quickly from the intensity of it all, my first time having someone rub me like this and it was this strange man in a seedy video booth in NYC. I nearly creamed my undies right there. His right hand was still slowly stroking his dick, but his left hand scooped his fingers into my waistband and used it like a handle to pull me even closer to him. I think my brain just decided to take a back seat and let curiosity steer because I wasn’t feeling that flight instinct kick in anymore.

With his big thumb and forefinger, he managed to unsnap the button of my jeans and quickly pulled the zipper enough to open and loosen my pants. His hand slid around my waist up the back of my shirt and softly ran up my back sending shivers up my spine and another drop of precum out the head of my rock-hard dick. His hand briefly paused and then came back down and slid between my pants and briefs, cupping my ass as his wrist gave my pants the push they needed to fall to my ankles.

I would normally feel nervous, even uncomfortable being in my underwear in front of a stranger, but that part of my brain had shut off and my dick was telling me to let him do this, it feels so good to have someone touch me in such a sensual way and my balls need to be drained before I stop this incredibly exciting experience.

His hand continued down what I thought were hairy legs until I saw his, now I'm thinking my legs are just lightly dusted with hair, and holy shit does it feel good to have his big hands sliding up and down the back of my thigh, then he continues up and his fingers slide under the elastic of the leg hole of my briefs and I feel his fingers touching my ass cheek. Not a “good game” pat you get playing baseball, an erotic caress of my ass cheek. I accidentally let out a moan which made him shove his whole hand into my underwear so he could palm my ass cheek and massage it while he continued to stroke himself with his right hand.

"Mmm, oh man," I couldn't help but moan at this incredible feeling. I couldn't take my eyes off his fist going up and down his shaft.

His hand pulled off my ass and came around to the front of my briefs, pulling the waistband down firmly as the briefs rolled down just below my balls, exposing my hard dick to someone for the first time in my life. I thought I was going to faint from the excitement.

His hand slipped back around to my ass and pulled at the waistband to further roll my underwear down below my ass and he used my ass cheek to pull me closer to him. He leaned in and put his nose between my leg and my balls, my cock rubbing the stubble on his face as he inhaled deeply and let out a soft groan. His tongue started licking my shaft until it got to the tip of my cock and he licked the precum off my head. I was both disgusted and turned on at the same time, the horniness in me was winning out though because this felt so damn good. I had heard other guys talking about oral sex before, but it never crossed my mind that a guy could do this to another guy, and this guy seemed to really enjoy it as he licked me like a lollipop.

Then he put my penis in his mouth and started to suck my dick, my knees buckled slightly from the intensity of the pleasure, "oh my god," I mumbled. Not knowing what to do with my hands, they flew up into the air like I was saying “Don't shoot” which in my head I sort of was saying to myself, I was already on the edge.

He slowly bobbed up and down on my dick for about a minute before I was feeling the telltale signs that I was about to cum. I didn't know what to do so I tried to pull back and not shoot my stuff into his mouth but his hand just pulled me tighter into his mouth and I couldn't form any words as my brain was scrambled in pleasure, my balls tightened and, "ungh...ugh," I groaned and felt shot after shot of my cum shooting into this guy's mouth. I had to put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and not collapse from the most intense orgasm of my life. He kept going up and down as he loudly swallowed all of my semen as my overly stimulated dick took all the pleasure and made me want to scream. I put a hand over my mouth and my dick twitched in his mouth until he finally pulled off and let me catch my breath.

Just as quickly as I blew my load I felt guilty and nervous, like I had just done something wrong. I didn't know what to do. I was worried he was going to be mad at me for shooting my spunk in his mouth, but he didn't seem to care. He was still stroking his cock slowly, licking his lips and gently massaging my right ass cheek. My dick was softening and covered in his spit and my cum. I wanted to wash it off, but that wasn't an option. I didn't want to tuck it back in my underwear while wet though.

"You going to return the favor?" He asked in a quiet, deep voice, licking his lips.

"What?" I squeaked out. He wasn't suggesting I put his dick in my mouth, was he? That's not going to happen.

He leaned back against the wall behind him, spreading his legs, and dramatically slow-stroking his dick from the root to the tip, "I need to get off too," he said, not breaking eye contact.

I suddenly felt really nervous, looking towards the locked door, while feeling his hand massage my ass, which still felt good but also weird because he's a guy and probably ten years older than me.

He squeezed my ass cheek tighter and pulled me in, again he sucked my dick for a few seconds, my dick accepting the pleasure on my behalf, quickly growing back to full erection as he bobbed up and down a half dozen times before pulling off.

"Damn you taste good," he smiled at me and it made me blush. I had never thought about tasting my stuff...the idea of someone else doing it had turned me on though. "Do you want to taste me?" He asked, pulling me closer.

"I...don't know, that's kind of..." I didn't know how to finish that thought without sounding degrading or insulting since he just finished sucking me off and swallowing my cum.

"Just try it," he stood up quickly, his hard dick now pressing into my stomach as he pushed down on my shoulders.

My knees immediately buckled into a squat and I found myself, me, face to face with a massive, angry-looking, hard dick that smelled like another man. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, I didn't want to put him in my mouth, that's so gross. As I thought about it though, he grabbed his shaft and put the precum-covered tip on my lips.

"Open up," he whispered.

I did as I was told, trying not to think about it as the head of his dick pushed past my lips, the taste of precum hit my tongue and...something happened at that moment. The sweet nectar did something and I was no longer grossed out by this. His juice was sweet and a switch flipped in my brain, I needed to get more and the only way to do that was to perform oral sex on this guy. So I did, or at least I tried to do what he did to me, but I kept gagging every time this fat head hit my throat and I thought I would hurl all over him.

My jaw started hurting pretty quickly. He warned me to not scrape my teeth which required me to stretch my mouth farther than it had ever been before, and for a long period of time. I was also quick to pull off his dick every time I felt it twitch in my mouth because I was afraid he was shooting his load, but then he would pull me back down on his cock.

After a few minutes, he sat down on the bench, spreading his legs and pulling me closer to him. He put money in the machine and picked another movie to watch and the moans from the screen turned me on. He picked up his little brown bottle and gave it a good sniff a few times. Then he put it down by his dick and told me to inhale. I was in no position to argue as he was blocking my mouth with his cock and using a finger to close one of my nostrils, I inhaled as deep as I could and I instantly felt a rush I had never felt before. My heart raced and I felt dizzy, but at the same time I felt hornier, I felt myself producing more saliva for his cock that was still in my mouth and the soreness in my jaw seemed to evaporate as it stretched easily around his cock. I couldn’t help but moan.

“That’s it, buddy,” he whispered, “inhale again,” he put the bottle under my other nostril and I did as I was told. This time the rush hit even harder and I felt him pulling my head onto his cock, his dick sliding into my throat and I didn’t gag at all this time. He pushed me so deep on his cock I felt his pubes brushing on my nose every time I went up and down. I was starting to really enjoy this and from his moans and groans, I think I might be good at it.

I heard him take another two hits off the little bottle and he spread his legs wider, letting me have more room to practice my new dick-sucking skill on his member. His hand slid from the back of my head down my neck, down my back, and shocked me as his fingers slid across my exposed hole. It was a surprise, but a good one, the sensation tingled in a good way inside me and I let out another soft moan on his dick, so he kept rubbing my hole as I sucked his precum out of his dick.

He slid his hand up, pulling my shirt up with it and I popped off his dick to let him pull it off, it’s hot in this little black booth and I was starting to sweat so this helped. I went to go back to work on his cock, holding his massive thighs to balance myself. He put the little bottle back under my nose and this time I took a deeper hit knowing how good it was going to make me feel, and boy did it feel good.

“That’s it, take another and hold it in,” he directed and I did as I was told, he had not steered me wrong and was supplying so much pleasure and new experience, and I was loving it.

As soon as the fumes hit my lungs I felt that intense feeling, and went back to work on his dick, determined to help him have an orgasm. He dug into his other pocket and pulled out something, I had my eyes mostly shut just enjoying this moment.

“Take another hit,” he said, and I felt the bottle under my nose, I inhaled deeply, “That’s it,” he grumbled. He took a hit off the bottle and capped it. He leaned over my bobbing head and I felt something slimy on his finger touch my hole.

I pulled my head off his dick and stroked him, “what are you doing?”

“Just adding lube,” he whispered back.

I didn’t understand what that meant, or care, it didn’t feel bad so I just shrugged it off and went back to sucking his dick.

He leaned back up, took another hit from the bottle, and handed it to me, “Here, take a long hit on both sides, twice each.”

I pulled off his cock, “ok,” I said out of breath, and did as I was told. Taking the first hit I felt myself start spinning. He slid his hand down my naked back to my ass, circling my hole with his big lubricated finger and when I took the second hit he slowly pushed his finger into my pucker. It felt weird, but in a good way, I can’t say I didn’t like it. I hung on his thighs letting the rush overtake me and he pushed his finger into me until there was no more to push in. It kinda felt good when he wiggled it around and with my head spinning I accidentally told him, “Mmm…that feels good,” and it made his dick twitch and brush against my cheek. So I turned my head to lick the pooling precum off his tip and slowly slid him back into my mouth.

He continued to finger me as I bobbed up and down. His dick was more rigid than before and I could tell from the taste that he was producing more precum than before, so I put in more effort to try and get him to orgasm. His finger slipped out of my ass and came back with a second finger, stretching my sphincter more than it was designed to be stretched and I quickly pulled off his dick and yelped.

“Ow, agh, that hurts,” I clenched my teeth and my hole around his thick fingers, digging my hands into his upper thighs.

“It’s ok, just relax and it will feel better in a second,” he left his fingers inside me, pushing deeper, while his right hand came around and started to massage the back of my neck which…did help. “Take another hit, two on each side,” he said.

I nodded my head, resting my arms on his thighs as he fingered my hole and I took another two hits off his bottle. The now somewhat familiar rush quickly relaxed me and his fingers went from uncomfortable to pleasurable pretty quickly. I just held myself there, enjoying the rush and the sensation of anal pleasure. My mind was spinning, my dick was hard and leaking, I reached down and started to stroke myself, finding that his fingers inside me while stroking was a pretty amazing feeling. I didn’t know my ass hole could be a pleasure zone and I was quickly adapting to it.

“That’s it, you like it don’t you?” he mumbled into my ear as his muscles flexed to wiggle his fingers inside my ass.

I nodded ‘yes’ and continued to stroke my dick. My ass muscles flexed instinctively on his fingers as my right hand stroked my dick, my head still buried in his lap and my left hand squeezed his hairy thigh. “It feels really good,” I admitted in the faintest whisper.

“Let me know when you’re close to cumming,” he told me, doubling down on his efforts inside me.

I flexed and rocked my ass on his fingers, smelling the scent of his cock inches away from me, squeezing his thigh with my free hand, in a haze of confusion of how a man could give me this much pleasure and trying not to think about why I hadn’t known this was available to me, stroking faster I groaned, “I’m getting close.”

“Stop stroking your dick,” he said with no room for interpretation and my hand released my leaking cock.

He stood up, pulling me up by my armpits, “Face the wall.”

I did as I was told, my pants and underwear around my ankles, “why?” I looked over my shoulder to see him adding lube to his dick.

He smiled, “I’m going to fuck you.”

My body stiffened, I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly, my head was still spinning from the poppers, “You’re going to what?”

He squirted more lube onto his finger and quickly rubbed it on my hole, slipping the finger all the way into me, I groaned at its entrance. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said more clearly.

It dawned on me that he was going to fuck me like I was a girl and it all started to hit me at once what this all was. I was the guy on the VHS tape and was about to lose my virginity to some stranger in NYC.

“I don’t think…I’m not a homosexual,” I managed to say as a second finger entered my hole.

“That’s ok, I don’t need you to be, I just need to get off, take a leg out of your clothes, and spread your legs wider for me,” he commanded.

I did as I was told, but part of my brain was telling me to stop this before it went too far. “I shouldn’t do this, I need to get back to the bus depot,” I told him.

“You’re ok, it will only take me a few minutes. Do you need me to wear a condom or can I fuck you raw?” He asked, then started sliding his slick dick up and down my crack, crossing over my hole and I accidentally let out a moan from the tingle that shot up my spine as he hit the outer ring in the dead center.

“I’ve never done this before,” I was struggling to fight my own need to cum for a second time. My dick was still rock hard and his head wiggling in my hole was warm and wet and felt so good.

“I’ve been tested recently, and if you’ve never done it before, it will feel much better if you let me fuck you bare,” he said in a soft voice.

“I think you should wear protection,” I told him, unsure about any of this but I was taught that you can have premarital sex as long as it’s safe sex.

He let out a sigh, “ok, no problem,” then he reached over to the bench and handed me the little brown bottle again. “Take three hits on both sides, nice and slow,” he said, then reached down and tore open a condom packet.

I did as I was told, and by the time I got to the third hit, I was high as hell, barely able to hold myself up against the wall, but feeling less nervous about what was about to happen. I felt his hand on the left side of my waist and his condom-covered cock started sliding up and down my crack, “bend your knees a little,” he whispered in my ear. Again I did as I was told. I was nervous as hell, but I was more nervous that if I tried to leave he might murder me, so I just tried to do as I was told because everything he told me to do up to this point felt really good.

He put the tip of his cock right on my hole, pressing firm and the head popped in.

“Ahhh…shhh,” I hissed and groaned, “wait, oh…man that hurts. Holy cow, ugh,” I groaned, and the pain shot right up into my stomach.

He held his cock just inside my outer ring and took another hit off the bottle, then held it under my nose, “Take one more hit and hold it.”

I breathed in so deep I thought my lungs would pop in the hopes that that rush would take away the sting like it did when his fingers were in me. He capped the bottle and put it in my hand up on the wall. “Use them all you want,” he whispered. The pain subsided a little and I felt his dick start to press into me, stretching me, the sound of the condom being stretched to the max from the tightness of my hole was louder than the porn on the video that was still playing.

“Relax, let me in you,” he said in a calming voice, “That’s it, fuck that’s a tight hole,” he grumbled slowly pushing his cock into my hole. “You’re so tight and doing so good, just relax,” he kept on pushing into me and groaning in my ear. I felt my head spinning and my ass being stretched to fit his cock and that wasn’t great but I had the rush of the little brown bottle to help me and the dopamine pouring into my brain. It hit me, I am no longer a virgin, then I felt my ass stretch even more around the thickest part of his dick.

“Gawd that’s big,” I groaned and pounded my fist on the wall.

His hips finally pressed against my ass cheeks, “mmm, fuck yeah, you have all of me in you,” he moaned with delight and then inhaled, sniffing me like an animal. His arms wrapped around my bare chest and waist as he slowly pulled out and then pushed in hard, pressing me flat against the wall with a squeal. “Damn you’re tight, take another hit of those poppers, and then I’m going to fuck you like you need to be fucked,” he grumbled.

I pushed myself off the wall with my elbows and quickly started inhaling the fumes from the bottle as though my life depended on it. I did two deep hits on each side and felt myself relax around his cock. He must have felt it too because he immediately pulled most of the way out and pushed back into the hilt, it felt better this time and we both moaned.

“That’s it, open up for me,” his hands slid down my body to my hips. “Start jerking yourself while I fuck you,” he commanded. “I want to feel you cum while I stretch your hole.”

I put the popper bottle in my left hand and quickly dropped my right hand down to my cock and started wiggling it back to life. It didn’t take much for me to get hard again and I was laser-focused on making myself cum. I wasn’t going to lose my virginity to a man and not cum from the experience.

He quickly went from gently slow fucking to pounding me hard enough that it seemed loud in the room every time his hips smacked into my ass. I just kept hissing and letting out soft moans while his cock hit a spot inside me that made me feel like it was going to make me cum instantly.

“Oh god, this…this is incredible,” I mumbled, pushing my ass out for him to fuck as I stroked my dick for all it was worth. It was like he found a way to give me more pleasure than my balls from inside my ass and I needed all I could get. I flexed my ass and rocked up onto my toes, stretching my legs to get just that right angle to feel him hit that spot inside me. “Oh my god, that’s…ungh…gonna make me shoot again,” I groaned.

He started hitting that spot harder and faster, “do it, shoot your cum all over the wall,” he groaned, holding my hips tight and fucking me like an animal.

I felt my legs tense and my ass started to clench on his thrusting cock which only intensified the sensation of being fucked. My balls tightened as pleasure was being pushed up into my body with every thrust of his dick. “Oh man,” I gasped, “oh man, I’m gonna shoot,” my breath hitched, I’m gonna shoot,” I groaned and rocked my hips on his cock as I pounded my dick harder, “ungh,” I cried out and shot rope after rope of my second load onto the wall and the floor of the dark booth.

“That’s it, fuck yeah,” he groaned in my ear, still thrusting against my tightening hole, forcing more cum out of my balls to dribble out of my spent cock, holding me tight as my body spasmed from my orgasm. “Mmm, so good,” he groaned, thrusting harder.

As my orgasm receded and the fog of my horniness cleared up it started to crash down on me that a strange man was fucking me in the ass. He was using my body instead of a girl, thrusting into me for his own pleasure and it was no longer feeling good for me. With each thrust, it was starting to feel worse and worse. “Ah, man,” I grunted, “you gotta pull out,” I stretched my hands against the wall trying to push off, but I had no strength left in me.

“I’m almost there,” he moaned in my ear, slowing his thrusting to be a little more gentle, but each thrust hit deeper as he rocked his hips up into me.

“Ungh, holy cow, I don’t think I can handle much more,” I groaned.

“Take some more poppers and let me finish,” he said, not slowing down.

I inhaled the poppers, two, then a third hit until I felt like I might black out…then the pain went dull and I let him continue to fuck me. “Mhhh…man, are you almost there?” I grunted.

“Getting there, it takes longer to cum while wearing a condom,” he mumbled in my ear, his hot breath tickling my cheek as he thrust harder into me.

“I can’t go on much longer,” I groaned through clenched teeth.

“You have to let me finish, I can’t stop now, I’m too close,” he thrust up and held me tighter.

I groaned and pounded my fist on the wall.

“Do you want me to take the condom off? I’ll cum quickly if I do,” he whispered, thrusting deeper into me.

“Fine, just hurry up,” I told him.

He pulled out, slipped off the condom, and thrust back in one smooth motion, his bare cock covered in a layer of precum sliding right in and it felt way better, I couldn’t help but moan with him as he whispered, “fuck that feels better,” and held his cock deep inside me.

“Hit the poppers again, I’m not going to last long at all like this,” he suggested.

I did as I was told, then he thrust deep into me, pinning me against the wall, taking the poppers from me, and took a deep hit on both sides, handing them back to me, “again,” was all he said, thrusting me into the wall as he fucked my ass.

I hit the poppers again, and again, feeling myself start to go dark but just on the edge. His cock thrusting inside me felt so good now, “are you close?” I mumbled in a haze.

“I’m so close, can I cum in you?” he asked in a labored whisper.

“Umm,” my head was spinning and I didn’t understand the question. “I guess,” I said.

“Yeah?” He thrust faster and harder.

“Yeah, man,” I groaned, feeling his cock swell to a noticeably thicker size. Each thrust hitting that spot inside me made me want to cum again.

He thrust hard and held it, “fuck.” He thrust hard again and held it, “ungh, I’m cumming,” he said, pushing in hard once again and pinning me tight to the wall, moaning in my ear as I felt his cock twitch inside my hole, his cum blasting into my guts, a wet warmth filling me inside. “Fuck,” he groaned again as he slowly pulled out to the tip and pushed back in deep, sliming me with the rest of his load.

It all felt so good a part of me didn’t want him to stop now that it was feeling good again, but I also realized a man I didn’t know just shot his spunk inside me and I felt dirty because of it.

He slowly pulled all the way out, moaning softly as he did, “fuck that felt good,” his dick slipped out and down my crack to drip on my balls. His bare chest pressed against my back I could feel every breath he took as he whispered in my ear, “damn man, I’m glad you walked in on me,” he chuckled as we both caught our breath.

I didn’t say anything, I was in a bit of shock. I only wanted to buy porn but…this was an eye-opening experience.

The film had long been over so the booth was quiet, only the sound of our heavy breathing and other booths playing videos. I peeled my sweaty body off the dark-painted wall, turning to get a good look at this guy as he quickly got dressed.

He just smiled at me, pulling up his pants and underwear together. I bent over to pull my underwear from my pants and up my legs, they were twisted up but I got them up over my balls and my wet ass, then pulled up my pants and buttoned them, still unsure of what to say or do.

He pulled his t-shirt back on, “want me to walk you back to the Port Authority?”

I shook my shirt out and then pulled it on, “that would be great,” I slipped my shoes back on.

He chuckled, “It’s the least I can do after that,” he smiled, tucking his used condom and wrapper into his pocket. “Do you want to keep these?” he handed me his little brown bottle and I pocketed it.

We walked out and the clerk at the desk gave me a look like he knows I have cum in my ass and just lost my virginity in his video booth. I blushed and hurried out.

We were only a few blocks from the bus station. He asked me where I was from and other questions he should’ve asked before taking my virginity. He tried to hug me goodbye, but it felt weird and I gave him a firm handshake instead.

I had another two hours to kill before my bus would start boarding, it gave me a lot of time to think about what had just happened. I spent a good amount of time trying to clean myself up in the dirty bathroom, but there was no way I could sit on that toilet, it was filthy and I could wait.

As soon as the bus doors closed I fell asleep, and slept most of the way, only waking up when we stopped to drop people off along the way.

I jerked off to that experience nightly until I went to college in the fall. I managed to have sex with a girl at the end of the summer and I knew immediately that the sex with that guy was a thousand times better and that I needed to find another guy to do it with. Thankfully in college, guys experiment all the time, and having a bottle of Amyl Nitrite was a good way to introduce that conversation.