At just under 60 years old, Albert examined the story of his uneventful life. Nothing brilliant or exciting had every happened to Albert. He'd married out of high school like most guys then. And he and Alice had raised a couple kids, mostly Alice that is, as the days and years faded by. Sometimes a man stops and wakes as if from the foggy dream and realizes his life is vanishing before his eyes. So it was with Albert.
He worked at a local parking lot near downtown. He'd been working there for nearly thirty years. When he'd begun, it was the only parking lot in the city. He sat from day to day, took the money from the faceless patrons and read as his lifeless days passed by, as the years faded into his history.
On a bright summer day in June, having just finished his shift, he walked the empty street toward his car. He walked past an adult bookstore that he'd never noticed or taken any interest in. It was a quick and surprising urge that caused him to slow, to stop, and study the building. The hand-done writing on the door promised the opportunity of adult-oriented delights not to be forgotten or ignored, adult-treasures to excite and thrill. He looked around to make sure no one saw him, and as if in a daze, he reached for the door handle. He paused. He let go and started to walk away but paused again, turned, and summoning an unfamiliar courage from somewhere deep, he stepp ed inside.
His heart pounded and his head turned toward the gray, dirty tiled floor in fear of being discovered in such a place, in fear of being noticed. The young clerk didn't notice, he barely looked up as Albert stepped into the room. Dim lights and garish neon buzzed around the shop, rows of books with pictures of naked women lined the walls. Other men, stood browsing the selections, not looking at each other, not wanting to be recognized.
As Albert studied the books, he noted the organization of the sections. Some were pictures of women with male penises in their mouth, licking and sucking. Albert was shocked; he'd never seen anything like that before. They were actually putting engorged male organs in their mouths. Other magazines showed men and women in the act of sex -- right there on the covers of these books and magazine, having sex. With hypnotic fascination he studied the images, foreign, new, somehow exciting.
Sex was something men like Albert never talked about and certainly something never seen on the cover of a book. He couldn't move as his eyes rolled back and forth along the shelves. Then the next section showed women touching and kissing and doing unspeakable things to each other, women. His eyes glazed over in disbelief, women having intimate sessions with other women. His head spun.
He stepped further and saw more with multiple women and men doing "it." Two or more women with one man actually having sex. He couldn't believe it. He wondered how such a place could exist, how they could show such things in public. He worried that he was breaking the law by even looking at this stuff; he went on.
And then, in true disbelief, he saw a section with men on men. Men were actually taking other guy's "things" in their mouth. Guys touching other guys, guys kissing other guys, guys holding and kissing other guy's "things." He stood frozen, he couldn't move, he could not believe what he was seeing.
And then, he realized he didn't want anyone else in the room to see him looking at this stuff, to think he would do such a thing. He moved forward to the next section with women displaying enormous breasts, bigger than he'd ever thought possible. He stood looking at the over-endowed females, but his eyes kept gliding back to the men in the previous section. His head faced forward toward the women, but out of the corner of his eye he continued to look at the men, men with enormous members, men touching men. He realized his thing was hard, pressing against his pants, he feared someone would notice.
As his mind exploded with shock, disbelief, embarrassment, and fear, he bolted out the door, down the street and home. Alice asked over in over what was wrong that evening, but Albert said nothing as the images of that day flooded his mind.
For the next week, he walked the long way around the block to and from work to avoid that place. A little over a week later, despite his resolution to never go there again, he found himself standing in front of the big-breasted women again, not looking at them. He studied the titles of the all-male selections, studied all the different bodies, ages, and most of all the different sized penises. He wanted to reach out and pick one up, but he couldn't, someone might see. He wanted to so bad, but he didn't. He stood for nearly an hour and left.
It was the next day when a red mustang pulled up to his window at the parking garage. Albert took the guy's ticket, slid it through the timer. "That'll be $1.50," he announced without looking at him.
The man handed him two bucks together with a magazine. Albert starred at the man, back at the book. There on the cover was two young guys kissing and sucking a black man that stood proud and erect before them. He looked at the guy, he wasn't sure what to do. A fear washed over him, he knew that the guy knew where and what Albert had been doing.
"Take it," the guy pushed. "I know you want it."
"I don't understand," Albert stuttered. "That will be $1.50 please."
"Go ahead," the forty-something guy with bleached blond hair continued. "You'll like it, I know you will."
"I don't want that," Albert argued. "Just the money please."
"You want it man," the guy continued. "Look at those guys going to town, sucking that cock. Don't you wish you had that big black cock in your mouth?"
"No," Albert stammered, looking around to see if anyone saw what was happening. "You've got me all wrong, I wouldn't ever... I don't... No."
"Yes," the man pushed. "You do. Take it."
Slowly as if his hand had a mind of it's own, Albert closed his grip around the magazine and the cash. Before he could make change or argue further, the guy sped away. Albert dropped the cash in the drawer and looked at the magazine in his hand. He looked around again, back at the magazine. Then, despite his curiosity, he dropped it in the trashcan.
Though he tried to ignore it, he kept glancing down at the rolled up thing in the trash. He kept ignoring it, till he couldn't resist any longer. Slowly he reached down and pulled it out of the can and opened the front page. It was like a great treasure he'd wanted desperately. He moved from scene to scene, penis to penis, man to man. Over and over through the magazine, in his mind, in front of his eyes, he studied the action, the hot erotic action on the pages. He'd never seen another guys cock and now before his eyes, thirtysome guys sucked and licked and kissed each other's things, their `cocks' as the guy had called them.
Albert realized his own penis ached and pushed against his jeans. It begged to be touched. He looked around again and with his free hand, reached down and adjusted his thing. It wanted out, but he couldn't, he didn't. When a car drove up, he would jam the magazine under his seat and hope the customer wouldn't notice his red face or the hidden condition in his pants. He breathed a sigh of relief when they drove away. Over and over for the rest of the day he studied the magazine, carefully noted each scene, each guy, each mouth and most of all each ... cock.
When his shift ended, he stuffed the magazine under his shirt and in the belt of his pants. He feared someone would see it, but he couldn't let go. When he got to his car, he held his hand against the book under his shirt and wondered what he could do with it. What if Alice found it? Was it against the law to have it? He opened the trunk and looking around, pulled it out of his shirt and quickly stashed it under the spare tire. He looked to see that it was well hidden and slammed the trunk.
All through the evening, he thought of those men on those pages doing those things to each
other. He wanted to go look again, but Alice... He didn't. He dreamed about all those things, those cocks and tossed and turned through the night.
The next day in the early afternoon, the same red mustang pulled up to his window. Albert didn't notice at first. "So, how'd you like it," the guy asked.
Albert turned and saw him, the magazine guy sitting in his car at the window. He glanced down at the magazine hidden under his lunch box.
"Well," the guy pushed, "How'd you like it? Didn't you love all those cocks?"
Albert stuttered, looked around again but couldn't respond.
"That stuff sure makes me horny, How about you" the guy asked.
"One fifty," Albert replied, hoping the guy would go away.
"So, did you jack-off after I left yesterday," the man continued.
"Do what," Albert asked, somewhat offended at the question.
"Jack-off," he went on, "You know, masturbate, stroke it. I know it made you hot, I know you wish you were sucking all those cocks. I know you want it. You can tell me. Afterall, I gave it to you and you accepted it. I'd seen you in the porn place drooling over those cocks. I know you wanted it. I bet you'd like mine right now."
"Come on," Albert stuttered, "one fifty, please."
"I got one fifty for ya," the guy laughed as he pulled down his zipper and took out his hard cock.
Albert couldn't turn his head away; he starred at the throbbing hard penis in front of his eyes. He'd never seen another man's thing until that bookstore -- all those pictures, and now here in real life. He couldn't move.
The guy sat stroking his cock pushing it toward Albert, Albert kept watching, his forehead pressed against the glass of the booth. He was mesmerized. He didn't care at that moment if anyone saw him or not -- he starred. He pressed his own hard cock buried in his pants against the wall of the booth as he watched the man play with himself.
Suddenly, the blast of a horn in line at the booth broke the moment. The guy laughed and pulled away. Albert fell back down on his stool, his eyes closed. He sat there for the rest of the day playing that scene over and over in his mind and over and over in his dreams that night.
Shortly after lunch the next day, Albert realized he was thinking about that guy again, wondering if he'd be back. It wasn't long till he knew. The mustang pulled up to his window, there in the driver's seat sat the man again, no pants on at all, no underwear, naked from the waist do wn.
"So you like what you see," the guy asked.
Albert didn't answer.
"Come on, touch it," the man tempted as he lifted his hips off the car seat.
Albert didn't move.
"Let me see yours," the guy pushed. "Take yours out for me. Do it now."
Albert shook his head.
"I said do it now," the man insisted.
"No," Albert uttered. "Please leave."
"You know, I didn't want to force you," the guy went on. "But when you were in the porno house, I got a few pictures of you standing at the `queer section.' I'm sure you wouldn't want the world to know where you hang out. I'm sure your wife wouldn't like it or your boss. Now I said, show me yours. Do it!"
A cold fear washed through Albert as he looked at the man, as he looked around, as he thought about anyone knowing what he'd been doing. He reached for the zipper of his jeans and as if in slow motion, he dragged the zipper down listening to each click on its path. He let his hands drop to his sides.
"Do it," the guy ordered. "Take it out."
Albert pushed his fingers into the slit and fishing around for his penis, he dragged it out. He covered it with his cupped hands.
"Move your god damned hands," the guy shouted.
Albert's arms dropped to his sides letting the man in the red mustang get a good look at his soft thing, his cock hanging out the zipper of his pants.
"Nice," the guy chuckled in a pleased tone as he snapped a couple pictures with his phone.
"See you tomorrow," the guy laughed as he pulled away.
Albert stuffed his thing back in his pants, dropped to his stool and buried his face in his hands. For the rest of that day, his mind raced searching for a solution. He didn't eat, he didn't talk to Alice, he didn't sleep, he felt lost and defenseless.
At the usual time the next day, the red mustang pulled up. Again, he was naked from the waist down.
"Take it out," the guy ordered again.
Albert did.
"Stroke it," the guy went on. "My name's Tom, by the way."
Albert wrapped his fingers around his soft cock and slowly stroked it for the man, for Tom. His cock didn't get hard.
"Now reach down and stroke mine," Tom went on.
Albert didn't move.
"Do it," Tom ordered as he raised his hips.
Albert looked around, slid the booth window open farther and leaning out, he reached into the driver's window stopping just short of touching the hard cock. Tom grabbed his hand and pushed it down. Albert tried to pull back but knew he had no choice. He wrapped his fingers around the guy's warm and hard thing and slowly stroked. The touch was electric, his fear, his loathing, his desperation seemed to fade as he felt the hot cock in his hand, someone else's cock. He moved without direction, stroking and squeezing just hard enough to give him pleasure. He liked the feel, he hated doing it, but he liked the feel. In his mind, he saw all those cocks in the magazine, all those guys touching each other. He looked down; his own cock was hard and pointing out the window of the booth. The guy snapped a few more pictures and Albert didn't care. He kept stroking the cock, kept rubbing his own hardon against the window of the booth.
"Very nice," Tom beamed, "I knew you'd like it. Tomorrow when I show up, I want you to take your cock out immediately without me telling you and I don't want you to have any underwear on. Understand?"
Albert nodded as he continued to stroke Tom's cock. When they heard an approaching car, Albert pulled back and sat down on his stool to hide his exposed thing. Tom smiled, nodded, and pulled away.
Albert watche d him leave, somehow sorry to see him go.
When Albert got dressed the next morning, he remembered what Tom had told him and left his underwear behind.
Throughout the morning, Albert's mind swung back and forth between fear and desire. He wanted the guy to come; he hoped he wouldn't. He found himself getting hard, erect there in his booth, over and over. He noticed he kept watching for the guy, for Tom.
And then, about the same time as usual, he saw the red mustang pulling up to his window. He reached for his zipper, unzipped and released his hard cock. He saw Tom smiling.
"Good job," Tom announced as he pulled to the window. "Undo your pants and drop them. I want a good view."
Without hesitation, Albert undid his belt and his pants and pushed them to his knees. He stood and let the guy take pictures, let him see Albert's naked cock hard and throbbing, exposed to the world.
More to come....