F Street Peep Show
By Michael Curtis
I remember my first time masturbating inside a peep show booth. Back in the midwest town where I grew up, there was no such thing as peep show booths. Yet there I was, walking the streets of downtown San Diego, my cock drooling and the need to jack off.
I stepped inside and instantly smelled the disinfectant. As I put my dollars in the token machine I began to second guess if my arroused state was worth being there...but I didn't third guess because my cock put an end to that nonsense. I needed to see naked people sucking and fucking and that was all there was to it.
So with my handful of tokens I looked for a suitable booth like one looks for a nice quiet spot in a library. I didn't want to be close to anyone wanking and I didn't want them to be close to me. I ducked inside a booth, drew the curtain and sat down on the very small and uncomfortable seat.
I could hear the sounds from movies playing in other booths. I could hear footsteps and whispering and all of it made me a little bit anxious. No matter. My cock was hard and I dropped my tokens into the machine and began pushing the buttons until something appealed to me. All the while I realized that there was no way I was going to continue sitting on that small seat so I stood up and unzipped my jeans. I licked my palm and brought it back down to my cock and slowly began stroking.
I could hear the sounds of my slick hand moving back and forth on my cock and apparently so did someone else. I noticed him out of the corner of my eye. Since the booth is covered by only a curtain I had no idea how long he was standing there since I was staring at the beautiful woman taking a huge cock up her ass while another woman was lapping at her pussy.
"Can I suck it, can I suck it?" He whispered. His voice sounded like that horrible character from The Lord Of The Rings... I was annoyed by his intrusion and told him to get lost. When I looked back at the screen the scene had changed and it was definitely the one I wanted to come with. Under my breath I cursed the old man and started pressing the buttons, looking for something hot. In my state it didn't take much and I finished my business by shooting cum all over the screen.
After shaking and squeezing my cock clean I stuck it back in my pants and buttoned my fly. As I walked out of the back room I realized that there was no way I could walk out onto the streets with a hard on so I wandered over to the books and magazines. After a few minutes, when the tightness in my jeans subsided I walked out of the store.
Time went passed and I would often think of that experience. I would sometimes fantasize that the man who drew back the curtain was attractive or charming. I swore to myself the next time I was interrupted I would offer up my cock for sucking.
Well the next time came several months later. Despite my fantasies, and my promise to myself, I was afraid of getting busted by the store personnel or worse, the police. But the allure of cheap porn and an intense orgasm was to much to keep me away. I entered a different store this time and walked to the back room, painted black and lit only by the movies playing in the booths. One thing I noticed was there were no curtains, and the absence of that sent me back out to the book section to reconsider going ahead with this.
Like the first time, my cock was drooling. I could feel the hot liquid pre-cum turning cool on my thigh, soaking into my jeans. I needed relief and there really was no going back.
I entered the booth and started a movie. The bench was much larger and more comfortable than at the first place I went. I opened up my pants, licked my palm and pulled out my cock. With my left hand I stroked while with my right I began pushing the buttons on the screen. I found an appealing scene and settled into a comfortable pace towards fulfillment.
My attention was drawn to a shadow that appeared at the entrance of the booth. It was a man, of course, who was seemed short and diminutive. I looked up at him, trying to see his face but the lighting was too dim. He was looking down at my cock, standing erect against my stomach, slick and shining in the light of the video screen. Without a word he knelt down. Without touching me with his hands I was in his mouth. For a few moments he just held me there, then he stood up and whispered, "Come on."
I followed him out into the store. Even though I was 15 to 20 feet behind him I was sure everyone was watching me. The guy with the tent in his Levi's following the local cocksucker out the door for a blow job. I didn't care once I was out of the store. That's when I saw him in the light of day. He probably weighed no more than 120 lbs. and stood about 5' 6". Everything about him was discreet as he just assumed I was on his trail. Where we were going I hadn't a clue.
We turned the corner and walked up a block and entered what I thought was an apartment building. I realized that assumption was wrong when we entered his 'apartment'. It was a small room, like that in a boarding house, already lit with candles. Obviously he was expecting a quick return with a chosen 'guest'.
We made small talk as he gazed at me in the candle light. There was something about him that seemed a bit desperate and it put me a bit on the defensive. I asked him if he had a condom and he turned to his dressor and acted as if he were searching for one. I figured he knew damn well he didn't have one and I was cursing myself for not carrying one. He turned back to me and shrugged his shoulders, his eyes trying to read how important safe sex was to me at the moment.
I too shrugged my shoulders. I rationalized that it was only a blow job so there was nothing to worry about. He asked me to undress and I quickly did so. I watched as he removed his clothes and tried to sneak a peek at his cock but to no avail. I laid down on his bed, and he sat between my legs. He gently took my cock in his hands and whispered, "Relax".
I watched him take it in his mouth. The feeling? Incredible... The smoothness of his technique I can describe only with the word 'delicious'. You know how sometimes when you moan and it's really on purpose, almost like a jockey whipping a horse? It's a moan to inspire someone to keep doing what their doing? The sounds I was making came without that sense of purpose. They were drawn out of me as he performed the most incredible blow job I have ever experienced.
He came up for air and I was gasping...
"Ssssssssssssssssssh", and scolded me with his eyes. "You have to keep it quiet."
"It's impossible to keep quiet", I told him. "You are unbelievable."
While gently stroking my balls he told me his story. "I learned how to suck cock from a black prostitute in New Orleans", he proudly stated. "She was a friend of mine who used to let me watch her from the closet of her bedroom. Sometimes the johns would even let me suck them off. She would get them so hot they were willing to do anything."
My eyes had adjusted to the lighting of his room. I could now make out what was a very small erect cock between his legs. I wasn't sure what I would do if he wanted me to reciprocate. I knew for sure I couldn't duplicate his performance.
Still sitting between my legs he began stroking my cock. I noticed him inching closer and felt his cock brush against my balls. He put his hands under my thighs and coaxed my legs back, trying to position his cock at the entrance to my ass. I felt it there, pushing ever so slightly. It was clear that he felt he'd charmed me into doing "anything."
"No", I firmly whispered. "If you had a rubber I'd let you. I'd love to."
"Come on", he replied. All he heard from my refusal was that I really didn't want to say no. I wanted it and I could be convinced.
"Let me."
"Sorry.", I answered, my hands on his shoulders pushing him gently away. And with that he lowered his head and began sucking my cock again. Aaaaaaah.
Soon I found myself nearing climax, and I'm sure he knew this as he kept his hand on my balls, taking my orgasmic pulse.
"Don't come yet", he whispered. He deftly rolled to the side and pulled me on top of him. He spread his legs wide and showed me his ass. I allowed him to grab my cock and he began rubbing it on his opening.
"Please!", he pleaded, looking at me with that desperation I had sensed about him earlier.
The head of my cock entered his ass. The urge to push my cock all the way in was hard to resist but I somehow came back to my senses.
"No. I can't do this." I pulled away and he quickly repositioned himself in front of me.
I thought that he might decide that since he wasn't going to get what he wanted, I wasn't going to get what I wanted. To my relief he bent back down and went to work. And I mean to work. Whereas before he was intent on charming my cock into his ass, or his cock into mine, now he seemed focused on the finale of this meeting.
His mouth smothered the head of my cock while the hands enveloped the shaft. They worked together so well I felt as if my cock was in his throat. No pussy even felt this good. My groaning returned as I felt the inevitable coming with the force of wave crashing on the rocks. Finally he allowed the wave to crash. My cum shot through the candle light, arching through the air and landing on the window nearby. The second burst landed somewhere on the floor, the third on my chest as he directed my cock towards me, all the while I could hear, "Sssssssssssssssssssh"...
When it was over I was almost laughing. I had lost control of my body for those few moments but was conscious of sound of the cum hitting the window and his ridiculous pleas for quiet...
I realized he wanted me gone as soon as possible. He wasn't going to get laid by me and there were probably others out there on the streets below who would love to fuck this very petite man.
Epilogue:
The usual feelings of guilt crept into my head. Ah, but you don't care. The demon I wrestle with is the need for a cock. It's not always there and I guess that's what I find confusing.
There isn't any other part of the male that I find attractive. Perhaps because I love having sex with my own cock so I'm drawn by the thought of having sex with others?
Hmmmmm.