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I had been in the bookstore for five minutes, just old enough to go in. I had no idea how it worked. I heard stories, the church I had grown up in even protested outside its parking lot. My hands shook with the tokens I had purchased. I was the focus of a lot of eyes from the five or six other men standing in the lobby and I was uncomfortable, to say the least. My six-foot-tall two-hundred-pound athletic frame was very different than the shapes and sizes of various middle-aged and older men milling around. When the short fat guy with a stained shirt stepped towards me with a throaty growl and grabbing his cock, it was time to retreat for me. To the booth I went.I’m jumping ahead of myself here, though. What brought me to this rundown-looking building in the middle of nowhere at eighteen? A raging hard-on. I had been on a date with a good Christian girl and we had spent the evening with our tongues down each other’s throats, hands exploring each other’s bodies (outside the clothes) and a serious amount of dry -umping. Escort Beylikdüzü That good Christian girl had come three times, me zero.As I was driving home from her dorm room my hard-on was trying to rip out of my pants. I passed this place and magically, my nineties Escort turned right. The man at the counter reading a paperback titled “Just us Boys” peaked over his book with a knowing smile and said, “tokens or browse?” I had no idea what he meant by either but, then he thoroughly explained tokens were what I needed except he left out the details of what else went on besides watching porn.That brings me back to the booth retreat. I sat down and contained myself and finally dropped some tokens. As I flipped the channels, it alternated gay then straight porn. I had never seen gay porn and the guilt I felt stopping and watching was overwhelming; not enough to stop me from unzipping my jeans and pulling out my thick seven-inch throbbing cock. I was on the edge of cumming and had Beyoğlu escort been all night. I played with my full balls, slid my finger down the crack of my ass and groaned at the thought. I had always had fantasies but those were a sin.There was a knock at the door of my booth. I jumped up and zipped my pants. Who could it be? Was I not supposed to do that here, was I busted? Fear shot through me as the second round of knocking at the door happened. Then a whisper, “Harold, open up it’s me, it’s ok.” The voice was familiar but not enough to recognize. I cracked the door ready for the embarrassment that would follow and what I saw, was Phillip. He said, “It’s ok” as my mind swirled. I was in shock.Phillip, you see, was a preacher I had grown up around. He was never married, lifted weights and was sixty years old. Dress slacks and a polo he was a stark contrast to the trolls in the lobby. He was my church camp counselor earlier that summer we even wrestled in the pool. Now here we were Bomonti escort bayan and his slacks could not hide the thick outline of his big cock.I don’t know how long we stood there finally, he said, “Can I come in,” and I nodded and opened the door. The moment I did, I had instant regret. On the screen were two men wrapped in each other ravishing each other’s cocks with their mouths. I started to speak and he said, “Sit down, Harold, it’s ok.” His smile, close-cropped grey hair put me at ease. He said, “Obviously, we’re both in a place we want no one to know we’re at so your secrets safe with me,” as he smiled again. “What exactly are you doing here, Harold?”I really didn’t know how to answer that especially, to the man that had given me spiritual guidance earlier that summer. I stammered, he spoke. “It’s ok to admit you came here to get off, Harold, that’s why I’m here,” as he glanced at the screen. “That’s why every person in here is here. There’s no shame in it, or even HOW we all get off.” As he spoke, his strong hand brushed over the front of his pants and my eyes were drawn to his cock, the outline and the thick head. He continued to speak, “We all have secrets and needs and as a preacher, I can tell you when I say ALL, I mean all.” Now his hand was rubbing back and forth on it sensually almost seductively.

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