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Tinman just had one of his very best days! Let me
explain.
Once I had a girl who loved to suck me, and she was
especially good at deep throat. I guess I didn’t really
know what she was doing then, but I knew that it felt
absolutely fantastic when her mouth went all the way to
my pubes. Later, I realized she was deep-throating me.
Recently, reading stories from Kristen’s and other
boards, I had read more and more about deep-throating.
As I began to focus more on my inclinations to cocks
(I’ve always been “bi” but until lately my straight
side had been overwhelmingly predominant, a situation
that was slowly reversing itself).
Lately I had been practicing doing deep throat using a
rubber dildo. I had made good progress and, like any
guy with a new tool, I wanted to try it out on a real
cock. That desire kept intensifying.
Whenever I occasionally had a desire to suck and/or be
sucked, I usually drive about fifty miles to an Adult
Book Store I know of just outside of Brownsville,
Texas. This place is a little unique in that there are
no glory holes anywhere. Instead there are two large
rooms filled with islands of video booths and another
two rooms which serve as theatres.
The cover charge is a flat $7.00 and videos play in all
the booths and theatres continuously. The videos are
about half and half gay and straight (or some
combination of the two!).
The normal protocol here is to walk the aisles,
stopping to “peek” into the booths where the doors are
ajar. Often, during busy hours, men will be standing at
many of the open doors peeking inside. There are two
approaches to find a “mate” here. If one sees a door
where no one is peeking, you can stop and look inside.
Usually you’ll just see the video playing to an empty
room. But sometimes you’ll see a guy in there; he may
be sitting doing nothing, or his pants may be around
his feet and you’ll find him wanking.
The booth doors do have latches, so if a guy wants to
be alone he’ll latch the door so he can do his thing in
private. If his door is ajar, you can just walk in and
ask if he wants company, or more directly if he wants
to get sucked. Most of the time, the answer will be
“Sure!” and you can proceed with business.
The other approach is that as you pass by doors where
guys are standing, you can find a way to peek past them
into the booth, absently letting your hands rub his ass
or his crotch. I’ve never had any guy get upset from
either approach, although all guys aren’t looking for a
mate; those will just politely decline.
The clientele here ranges from attractive young
Mexicans from across the border (only a few miles) or
from the local area, to old retirees — all are looking
for some excitement, and many are indeed attractive. I
think the best times are early afternoon, late
afternoon and all evening.
Well, this week I was feeling the need to suck a nice
cock, so I drove the fifty miles, arriving about 1:30
in the afternoon. There were five or six cars in the
parking lot, leading me to think there wasn’t much
traffic but enough that I might find someone if I was
lucky.
I paid my cover charge and sat for five minutes or so
in the pool room lounge to let my eyes adjust from
bright sunlight to the near dark of the back rooms. If
you don’t take this precaution, you’ll be blind as a
bat in the booth rooms. Then I started my rounds of the
booths. A few doors were latched, but there were maybe
four or five guys wandering the halls and peeking
through the doors. I checked them all out visually and
didn’t really see anyone who particularly impressed me.
So I kept wandering.