He stood at the other end of the long, dark hallway, and it took my eyes a few minutes to adjust to the dark, but as they did, I could clearly see he was looking at me. I'd been to this adult bookstoretheater several times before. Usually I looked through the magazines and movies out front, sometimes even actually puchasing a movie or a magazine, but mostly, waiting until I knew the back video viewing area was clear, no men, and then I go into one of the booths and wait. I'd wait for someone to come in, and I wait to see if they took the booth next to mine.

I'd already have my length out, and if a finger came through the warmth, through the "Glory Hole" as they were called, I knew I would get my length sucked.

Sometimes though, the guy on the other side of the wall, in the booth next to mine would be adventurous, and might even stick HIS length through the warmth. Once, I touched one, but then I quickly left both the booth and the store. Little by little, I was working up my courage, working up the nerve to do more.

I want to, I knew I did, but I just, well I was scared, even though I wouldn't yet admit that to myself. The bookstore was on the same road as the topless bar, and both were about half way between my work and my home, and so sometimes I might stop at the topless bar first, and get all turned on watching the girls dance, as well as swallowing down some liquid courage, and then off I'd go to the bookstore, knowing that today, might be THE day, who knows! Time and time again I'd tried, but never really worked up the courage. As I said before, I wanted to, I knew I did, but I, well, I knew it would happen eventually, but when? It was a weekday actually, and usually during the day, the book store wasn't too busy. As it happened, my wife and kida were out of town, and so I'd taken a couple of days off myself, days off for a little fun, a little adventure. It was afternoon, and so I'd gone by the topless club first, had a few drinks, and then decided to go by the bookstore. As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw one car and one truck there. When I went inside, I saw one guy browsing through the magazines. Our eyes met, and then I looked away, and pretended to browse through a few magazines myself. After a while, he left, and that meant there was only one guy left in the store, and since I hadn't seen him, that meant he was back in the video area. Getting ten dollars worth of tokens I went through the door leading to the video booth viewing area. It was dark as usual and it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust.

When they finally did, I could see him, standing at the other end of the hallway, and he was looking at me.

The door to the video both he was standing next to was open, and as I looked at him and he looked at me, I could see he was rubbing his crotch. He was dressed in business slacks, and a collared shirt, much like he'd just come from the office.

He was now standing half in and half out of the open booth door, and I watched as he slowly lowered his zipper, and then took out his hard length. My eyes were transfixed on his crotch, and when I did look up, I could see he was smiling at me. I honestly don't know why I did it, but I was suddenly, slowly moving forward, moving toward him.

As I moved closer, still looking at his length, I could now see his wedding ring, and I knew he was married. Married men, over time I would learn just how many, supposedly "straight", married men, got their rocks off in a place like this.

It was usually quick, and no hassle, and the other guy sucking their length was doing it because he liked it, and not because it was a "job", or an obligation, like the women they loved or were married too often made it seem like. I was close enough now to almost touch him, and he'd moved almost completely inside the booth. As I came even closer, he moved against the wall, and he spoke for the first time, as he whispered for me to shut the door. I did. After the door closed, we both just stood there, and it seemed like forever, but was probably only a few seconds. I was again looking down at his hard length. It was in his hand, and he was slowly stroking it.

When he spoke again, it sort of startled me, but it also made me look up at him, and I saw he was looking at me. All he said was "Go on, you know you want to!" In a way, that irritated me. I already KNEW I wanted to, and it sort of made me a little mad that this man, this stranger was reading my mind, that he knew my thoughts, but I was also mad, because he was right! It was weird, but suddenly I found myself starting to kneel down in front of him, and as I did so, he unbuttoned the pants, letting them and his boxer shorts both slid to the floor. I was on my knees now, and his length was only inches from my face. He was still holding it, and so he moved closer, until the head of his length was right against my lips. He moved his hand, causing his length head to brush back and forth over my lips, and as it did so, he spoke once again, letting me the same thing he'd said a moment ago, that I wanted to, I knew I did, so I should just do it! It was almost like I was in some sort of a trance, as my lips parted, and suddenly I was running my tongue over the head of his hard length. Reaching up, I took hold of his length, wrapping my hand around it, and as his hand slid away, I heard him sigh, and the sort of slowly breath out a soft, "Yes!" I was committed now! Hell, I'd toyed the head of his length, so why not keep going? Suddenly I was into it, and the fear was gone, replaced by excitement and curiosity. He smelled clean, almost like he'd just showered, right before coming there, and his length tasted clean, fresh, and, well, and I almost liked the way he tasted! I slid my hand down to the base, and then I toyed him, I toyed his hard length from the head all the way down the shaft, to the base.

I guess he could tell I was new to this, an so he let me explore. Suddenly, I knew what to do. I knew what I liked, and more importantly what I WISHED women would do, or do more of when THEY were sucking ME off! My lips and my tongue were all over his hard length, and then his big balls, as I explored them too. I must have been doing OK, because he was moaning, and every once in a while he'd speak in soft whispers, telling me he liked me doing this, or he wanted me to do that. I then felt his hand on my head, and his fingers running through my hairgt It's hard to explain, but him doing that made me feel submissive, and that turned me on a lot, and made me want to please him just that much more! After a bit though, I could tell he was becoming a little bit impatient, as his hips began to move, and every time my lips or tongue were near the head of his length, he would hesitate, as if waiting for me to do something else, and I knew what he wanted! Licking my way back up his hard length, as I got to the head again, this time I opened my mouth, and the moment I did, he thrust forward, and I sucked his length in.

At first it was hard getting into a rhythm, but after al while, I was able to take more and more of his length down as I sucked him, and then I was bobbin my head back and forth in front of him, sucking his length in and out, and his hips were moving in rhythm to my sucking, almost like he was playing my mouth! Soon his fingers tightened their grip on my head and my hair, and his hip movements became more urgent, and I knew he was close to cumming.

Even before this day I'd made up my mind. Throughout my life, I guess I'd been lucky, because unlike many men I knew, all of the women I'd ever been with were "swallowers", and so I knew what was expected of me as well.

Suddenly he groaned loudly and his fingers really tightened their grip in my hair.

His hips arched out, and his whole body stiffened, seeming to freeze in mid thrust. I felt his length sort of expand in my mouth, and then I felt it jerk. His cum shot out, and I tasted it, but only for a second, before swallowing. My God, it was weird, and later it was even weirder to hear myself say it, but I actually LIKED the taste of his cum, and as she shot off into my mouth, and I sucked and swallowed, I found myself wishing he could cum even more! Eventually though, his balls were drained, and his length started to go limp in my mouth. I sucked a bit more, and his hand patted my head.

I released his length, and it slipped from between my lips. I scooted back a bit, allowing him to pull his underwear and pants back up, and as he finished tucking his length back in and sipping up I sat down on the bench beside me. Looking down at me, he patted my head again, like I was some kind of puppy or something, and he smiled and told me that if this was my first time, as he thought it probably was, then I was a born length-sucker, and a good one at that. The door opened, and he slid out, leaving me alone in the booth, and still in a trance, still somewhat dazed, so to speak.

As I sat there, I suddenly realized that I'd finally done it. I'd finally sucked length, and NO, lightening hadn't struck me down. Yes, I was still there, and no none was hollering out that I was a fagot or anything like that. I felt like all I'd done was give another human being pleasure for a short while, and I loved it, and I loved the feelings it had given me to to do it! I went home and I jacked off three times that night, remembering, reliving what had happened! The next day I was not only ready to do it again, I was eager as well, and as soon as I got into the video store, I went straight to the counter to pay for tokens, and then I went straight back into the video viewing area.

This time there were several men in there, and so I let my eyes adjust to the darkness, and then I moved toward the rear of the hall. As I got close to the last booth, I could see someone was already inside, and as I looked through the crack in the door he'd left ajar, I saw this older guy sitting there, again in dress slacks and button down shirt.

The hand wrapped around his hard length happened to be his left, and so right away I spotted his wedding ring as well.

This time I didn't hesitate, and I went right in. He'd obviously left the door cracked open for a reason, and he already had his length out, and so I went right in, shut the door behind me, and then quickly knelt down in front of him as he sat there on that bench.

It was with this guy that I learned that every guy seems to want things done a little differently. As I began to toy his small length, and yes he was small, he immediately told me NO, and the almost ordered me to suck instead. I began sucking his hard little length, and it was easy to swallow all the way down to the base. it turned me on too, because he kept telling me to suck and to suck harder and harder! As I sucked him, his hips bounced up and down, and he played his hard length in and out of my mouth.

The harder I sucked, the harder he played my mouth, and after only a few short minutes, I groaned and told me he was cumming.

His hands were on my head and he was pressing me hard into his crotch! His length throbbed in my mouth, and he shot his load and I continued to suck and swallow.

it was also then that I learned that length size has little or nothing to do with the size of a man's cum load.

He might have had a small length, but he shot out one of the biggest loads of cum I've ever swallowed! I also notice right away that his cum tasted different that the guy I'd sucked off the say before. It tasted different, but it still tasted good, at least to me. I was also about to learn that while some guys stay hard after they've cum, others go soft right away, and still are in between.

This guy went soft right away, and then he pulled his length from my mouth, and as he stood his stuffed his soft length back into his pants, zipped up, and then whispered a soft, "thanks", before quickly exiting the booth! I'd now sucked off my second man, and this time I'd been much more relaxed, and I found that I truly did enjoy doing it. Later, back at home, after I'd jerked off, I began to wonder. Was I "gay", or was I straight? I knew I still loved women and I still loved softness, but now I was able to admit I liked men and their hard lengths also, and so did that mean I was truly bisexual? I had to think about that for a while, even before I could answer my own question! Guy number three didn't happen until almost a month later, after my wife had returned home, and I honestly like to refer to guy number there as my TRUE awakening, but for now you'll just have to wait for that story! . . . . THE END . . ......................................

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