I’m a young man, staying in a city a few hours from home to attend a friend’s wedding. Which was a blast, but not what this story is about.As I’m driving around town the day after the wedding, I pass by an adult video store. I’ve only been in this kind of place a couple of times, but with some extra time to kill, I decide to check it out. After some wandering around the displays of movies and magazines and dildoes, I find my way to the booths in back. Unlike in the state where I live, these booths are fully enclosed. Cool. At home, where the booths only have a partial barrier, I have to surreptitiously open my fly, jerk with short strokes without moving my arm, and cum into a tissue I brought with me – while keeping a straight face and pretending I’m just standing there watching the movie. Here, I can fully whip my cock out and enjoy myself. At least, I think that’s okay.I pick a booth and settle down inside, locking the deadbolt securely. I sit on the plastic resin chair, grab a tissue from the thoughtfully provided dispenser, and pull out my willie. It’s already hard in anticipation of sex scenes, not to mention the naughtiness of being in this temple to masturbation.I browse through the dozens of “channels”, pausing several times on sexy scenes, before finding myself flipping back and forth between a couple of lesbian movies. Now I’m really hard. I isvecbahis stroke myself slowly to fully enjoy my pornographic privacy. A tip of pre-cum forms on the end of my dong. I wipe it up with my finger, then lick it, savoring its slick, clear viscosity. I move the up button a few more clicks and discover there are a few bisexual channels in the lineup. The bi movies are always the ones that get me horniest. I’ve been with a handful of women and had some really spectacular, adventurous sex with a couple of them. But like most guys, I’ve never been in a threesome, witnessed two women having sex, nor even had sex with another guy. All three of those are huge unfulfilled fantasies, and bi porn pushes all these buttons for me at the same time.Later on in life, I will become okay with watching all-out gay porn, but at this stage, I’m only comfortable with the bisexual stuff. Maybe the presence of a woman, or even the prospect of one, is comforting, reassurance that I’m not gay? I suppose I shouldn’t need this, having known I was bi for a long time and having always been very self-accepting of it, but there it is. Anyway, I’m now watching a scene where one guy is sucking his buddy off on a couch. This is really hot. A woman walks in, initially angry at the one who is her boyfriend. but soon enough she gets horny from watching them, then strips and climbs in isveçbahis giriş her boyfriend’s lap, and starts fucking him. Then she orders the other guy to kneel next to her boyfriend on the couch and feed him his cock. Mmm, sure wish that could happen to me. I’d love to taste a cock right now.As I’m watching this I’m horny as hell, stroking myself contentedly, but I suddenly have this uncomfortable sensation. It’s almost as if I’m being watched or something.I lick another drop of precum off my fingers. And then I see it. In the wall to my left is a glory hole, about, oh, dick height above the floor. The other porn shops I’ve been to didn’t have these. But there is one in my booth. And … someone’s eye is there. Watching. Me. Holy shit, how long has he been watching me jerk off? Licking precum off my fingers? Can he see the screen too? Knowing that I’m watching bisexual porn, fantasizing about a dick in my mouth?An instant later, the eye disappears. Shit, what next? What happens next is the eye is replaced by a finger, beckoning me towards the hole. And then that is replaced by a large penis.Now I know why it’s called a glory hole. His meat is glorious indeed, probing into the unknown of my darkened booth. I’ve never seen another guy’s erect dick in person before. It is fully, proudly erect, and even in the dim blue video light, I can see isveçbahis yeni giriş the veins on its shaft. More seductively, the curvaceous mushroom capping it draws me to it. I have to have it. I don’t know who this guy is, or if doing something with him might get me arrested or something, but I am powerless to resist this meat magnet drawing me to it. I’ve spent years fantasizing about this, and the moment is now.I stand up and approach the hole, touching my rod against his. It’s so warm! Just as I’ve often read, there is no other way to describe the feeling except that it’s as if two electrodes touched. It is absolutely electric. I wrap my hand around both shafts, stroking them back and forth and holding them together.This is marvelous, but I have to have more. The hundreds of times I’ve fantasized about being with a guy, it often starts with mutual masturbation. But it never ends there. Not ever. Nope, never does my fantasy end with the other guy and me jerking each other off, wastefully spouting the produce of our passion into the open air. The fantasy always, always, ALWAYS includes a cock in my mouth. There are no exceptions. My prior girlfriends can attest to my love of oral sex – but they never knew my oral hunger was not limited to pussy. I want to eat cock just as much. I want to taste this penis, to feel the velvety head slip between my lips, followed by the hard veiny shaft. I want to feel my mouth working its way up and down the spit-slicked pipe, feel it pumping in and out of my mouth. I want to taste the man’s precum and smell his musky essence as I do this.