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Adult Arcade Adventures
Chapter 4
Speaking of running into people I know...
One of my favorite encounters at the bookstore I first mentioned in chapter 1, happened a few years ago. I stopped by the bookstore on a weekday morning, not expecting much action... figured nobody'd be there, so I'd wait a bit, watch some porn, and in the end probably have to just jack off and leave... well... I went in, got my tokens, and headed out back. I was right it was empty. Not a soul but me! So, I stepped into my favorite large booth - one of the four in the middle - the one on the back right. I left the door ajar, dropped a token in the slot, and selected a good gay flick. Then I dropped my jeans and briefs down around my ankles, and started to watch the flick and play with myself.
After I'd gone through two or three tokens, I heard footsteps coming down the aisle. An eyeball peeked through the crack in the door, then the door opened a bit. I saw a good looking guy, my height and build looking at me. I could see he was aroused. I smiled and beckoned him in. He quickly stepped in and latched the door.
When he turned around, and started opening his pants, I got a better look at him, and realized, he looked familiar to me. I couldn't place him though.
Well, he got his pants opened and shoved them down to his ankles, and I thought he'd reach for my dick and wrap his hand around it, and I'd grab his and we'd start jerking each other, but he surprised me and dropped into a squat and went down on me right away. Well... I had no objections to that, and he seemed to like sucking dick, so I stood there, and watched the flick that was playing, as this guy sucked back and forth on me.
He sucked on me for a couple minutes, and then he popped off me, stood up and stepped up against the wall, in front of the video screen. He grabbed his cock and began beating off really quickly, and I could tell he was nearing his peak. I did the only thing I could think to do. I cupped his ass in my right hand, and pressed my middle finger into his crack. When I did, his cheeks hardened, as if he was trying to keep me from putting my finger in his ass, but I persisted, and he relaxed enough, so I was able to press my finger in all the way, and then I felt his tight pucker. Again he gripped my finger with his buttocks.
Although he didn't say anything, but just continued jacking off, I could tell he didn't want me to penetrate him. He did seem to be OK with my finger touching his pucker. I think he even liked it. As I rubbed his pucker, he sped up his hand work, and began wildly whacking off.
It took only a few seconds, and suddenly he gasped and blew a nice load against the wall in front of him. He continued pumping away on his dick, as I fingered his rose bud and he gasped and blew three of four more good squirts at the wall, then finally slowed down. His buttocks relaxed a little, and I slid my finger out from between them. He stepped back a couple steps and smiled the grateful, happy, sexually satisfied smile most guys smile once they got off. His smile also had an almost conspiratorially grateful aspect to it, as if he was acknowledging that I'd helped him get off better than if he'd done it by himself. I smiled back. And as I looked at him grinning, I suddenly knew who he was!
It was a guy named Carl, who I'd gone to high school with. He looked different, but when he smiled like that, not that I'd ever had sex with Carl, I recognized him. He wouldn't have recognized me, because I look a lot different than I did in high school. Anyway - he quickly re-dressed, nodded and left, as I stood there not sure what to do. And then he was gone, and even if I'd wanted to say something - it was too late! He was gone!
I latched the door shut again, and stood there, marveling over the fact that Carl had just been there.
As I thought about it, I realized he'd changed a lot too. When I knew him in High School, he was a skinny, dark-haired boy with aviator glasses. If he'd had the right glasses, he'd have looked a lot like Harry Potter. He was a drummer in the school band, and also an actor in the drama club. I had the hots for him in major way, but always thought he was straight... although I did wonder a little because of his acting in the drama club.... and thinking about it, he also never had a girlfriend. ... He did end up married with kids though, and he lived on the other side of town. So, apparently he's bi... or closeted.
As I thought more about Carl, thinking back on what he was like in high school, I realized I'd just gotten a wish granted. I'd finally seen him nude! He was never in my gym class, so I'd never had the opportunity back in high school to see him naked and it had been something I'd often wished for. Anyway... as I thought about the Carl I knew back then, and fantasized that we were that age again when he'd just been in the booth with me, I realized I was hard as a rock. So I stepped up to the wall where Carl's semen was drooling down it to the floor, and like him, I began to beat off. I closed my eyes, and held the finger I'd rubbed his hole with to my nose and breathed in his muskiness, and within a half minute, I'd pumped my own load against the wall, so that it mixed with Carl's. When I finished, I'm sure I was smiling like he had been.
So, I got dressed, and went on my way.
Since then, I often wonder if he either knew it was me, or later figured it out. And I always hoped I'd cross paths with him there again, but I haven't seen him since. Maybe someday yet! Carl - if you're reading this and recognize it's you I'm telling about, give me a holler... maybe we can meet up again... and maybe have even more fun!
The next chapter in this series will be published as soon as possible...
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