Tristen - Spring Break Boredom

***All Charachters 18+ Years Old***

It wasn’t hard for me to explore my sexuality in my teens. Blonde hair, blue eyes, strong jaw line, athletic, 5’11”, naturally red lips and white teeth. By 1992, I had jerked off with most of my friends, though I think I enjoyed it more than they did. This might just be my experience, but when you’re good-looking and on track to be prom king…people just want to jerk you off, and I let them. Guy or girl, and didn’t really think anything of it. I was very focused, sexually, on getting pleasure. I honestly didn’t give any thought to pleasuring other people, guy or girl. So it never really sank in that I might be bisexual or even gay. I just thought all guys got off together.

It only compounded my sexual mindset when I lost my virginity to a beautiful cheerleader at our school. It was fun, exciting, and I shot off pretty quickly. Repeating that experience became my new focus as a source of sexual pleasure for most of my junior year. Then I got bored with her, wondered about other girls, and started playing the field.

When I graduated and went to college, being the low man on the totem pole was a bit of a shock. I got a scholarship to play baseball, which set me up in the athletic dorms. Which was great, except that everyone else was more fit and generally better players than I am. It should’ve encouraged me to hit the gym and be a better teammate, but honestly, it only gave me the perspective to focus on my grades and my future outside of baseball. It wasn’t a secret that no one from my college had gone on to play major league baseball. However, I still had fun training and playing for the school team.

My sexual identity started leaning heavily into a heteronormative direction. I think I only jerked off a handful of times during freshman year because women were easy and I hung with a crowd that attracted the easiest of them all.

Spring break of my sophomore year of college, in 1996, my friends wanted to go to Florida to participate in MTV’s Spring break, but I was strapped for cash and came up with an excuse as to why I couldn’t go.

I hadn’t realized how much of a ghost town the campus would be. Just me and the nerds. I jerked off all weekend, the first weekend. 

By Monday night, I was already bored with jerking off, so I went to the Pleasure Palace, a local adult video store, to get myself a new magazine.

I had only been in a shop like this a couple of times, once when I turned 18 and my friends insisted it was a rite of passage. Then again for another friend's 18th birthday. One time to buy porn as a joke for an older cousin’s bachelor party. This time, I took the time to actually explore.

I didn’t have a VCR, so scanning the titles of the videos was a waste of time, but it was hot to see the pictures and suggestions of sexual acts. It really turned me on. The aisle with toys was interesting. I can’t imagine a woman coming into one of these stores, but they had an impressive variety of dildos. Up by the counter, you could find the magazines and all kinds of “supplements” to give guys raging boners.

I only picked up one magazine, the latest issue of Playboy, with a woman in a schoolgirl uniform on the cover. I figured it would get the job done. I just needed something other than my imagination and my roommate's magazines, which we had both used so many times that the pages were sticking together.

“Anything else?” The clerk asked.

I dramatically looked at the stuff lining the counter, “I don’t think so,” I chuckled tapping my hands on the glass, “I honestly don’t even know what half this stuff is, but I don’t have trouble getting an erection,” I knodded towards the horny pills.

The clerk nodded, looking me up and down, “No, I don’t doubt you have that problem. We also have condoms, lube, poppers, oh and we just got these cock rings…but I guess that’s not your style,” he chuckled pointing out each one individually.

I chuckled, “I already have condoms, and I don’t even know what these are.” I gestured to the rest of his items.

“Ah, well, I don’t think you need a cock ring, but it straps around your stuff and helps it to stay hard longer. Lube is great, especially this stuff, this is new, silicone stuff, it’s like using lotion that lasts a long time and if you’re lucky enough to use it during sex…wowy,” he chuckled. “These poppers are great, but these ones are better,” he pulled a bottle off the shelf behind him, placing it on the counter, the glass-on-glass sound made me jump a little on the inside. 

It looks like a medicine bottle. I scrunched my face, “It looks like drugs. I can’t do drugs, I’ll get kicked off the team,” I told him as if he knew what team I was talking about.

“No, no, no, these are poppers, not drugs, perfectly legal and doesn’t show up on drug tests,” he insisted.

I looked at him skepticle. “What do you do, drink it and it makes you a stallion in bed?”

He chuckled, “Nooo, don’t drink it, you smell it.” He could see the confusion on my face. “Hmm, how do I explain. You inhale them, like you’re trying to…stop your nose from running, and then the smell does this…it makes you relax and keeps your horniness at top notch,” his hand flattened like he was about to salute me but then indicated how high on his imaginary graph he was measuring.

“Really?” I said, rolling the little brown bottle between my index finger and thumb.

“Oh, and the orgasm,” he gestured that his head was exploding with his hands, adding a sound effect to emphasize it.

I chuckled, “I don’t know…”

He looked around, then leaned in, “Tell you what, take this bottle into the back, watch a video, and try it out for yourself. " He slid a bottle over to me that had obviously been open, and the label had a faded drip mark on it.

“In the back?” I looked around.

“Yeah, the video booths in the back,” he winked.

“Video booths?” I felt my cock start to swell in my Jockey’s at the idea of being able to watch porn.

He shrugged, “Of course. We have a bunch of booths in the back." He pointed towards a door that I assumed was where they kept extra stock. “You’ll need quarters for the videos, though. Do you need quarters?”

I stuck my hand in my pocket, pulling out a five-dollar bill. “Yeah,” I said, trying my best to contain my excitement. 

He exchanged my five for three dollars and eight quarters, placing the change in my hand. “Have fun,” he smiled.

My grin was so wide it started hurting, and I walked so fast to the door it could’ve been considered a jog.

Inside, it was dark and smelled weird. Like a men’s locker room with a chemical smell and a little like a cum rag that needs to be washed. The walls were painted black; the lights were all red. There were signs on the walls that I didn’t read. The doors on one side were all closed, then you turn the corner and there are even more booths, some with open doors and others that were closed. I didn’t know what to do, was I supposed to sign in or something? Do I just go in and lock the door? Are the closed doors filled with people or just closed? I didn’t realize how big the store was; at least a third was this dark room section.

A door three booths down the hall from me opened suddenly. Out stepped a guy about 6’, maybe taller, beefy, probably in his thirties. He stepped out, with his hand down his jeans, adjusting himself as his eyes met mine. I didn’t know what to do, so I just froze, my heart pounding as he walked by me and smiled.

When I heard the outer door open and close around the corner, I ran to the booth he had just come out of. Knowing he was gone, I figured it was safe to use.

I closed the door and locked it. The booth was more like a closet. Also painted black, with a small wooden bench, that looks like it was painted black, but the paint is mostly worn off on the seat. There must not be good ventilation because baseball-sized air holes are in the booth's right and left walls. The TV was interesting, and thankfully intuitive so I was able to look at the options of porn. Selecting something was difficult. I have only seen a few pornos with friends and jerking off with them was fun but I never got to chose the video.

Everything from traditional sex, to lesbians, to homosexual porn. The options seemed endless. I felt like I was being rushed, though, and just randomly selected a video and fed it my money. My dick was already hard. I didn’t read any rules, and the clerk told me to “try it,” so I have to assume he meant to jerk off in here. With the video already playing, a girl sucking a huge dick, I figured it was better to ask for forgiveness than go back an ask for permission in this case.

I quickly freed my 6” cut dick from my white Jockey briefs, pulling the waistband of both my shorts and underwear just below my balls in case I’m not supposed to be doing this. I quickly scanned the corners of the booth for security cameras and didn’t see any as I started stroking myself.

When the guy on the screen started fucking the girl in the video and she started moaning, it quickly got me on the edge. I didn’t want to shoot before trying the poppers the clerk gave me. I pulled the bottle out of my pocket and opened it. Giving it a quick sniff test, the scent was awful, like a cleaner in my dad’s garage. As I held the bottle uncapped under my nose, I did feel myself getting a little lightheaded. I decided to go for it, and inhaled deeper, the potent smell filling my nose, and the wave of dizziness rushed over me. My heart was racing, and I felt my legs get loose. I had to sit down, I thought I might faint or something.

I put the cap back on the bottle, and with my heart racing, I felt the added horniness as the video kept playing on the screen. I started stroking my dick again. Shimmying my shorts and underwear down to my ankles so I could sit and stroke, spreading my legs like I do on my bed, I felt…so good, I almost moaned like I do during sex. I pounded my dick and the blood flowing through my body, the relaxing feeling coursing through my veins, I couldn’t hold back and felt my balls tighten as I popped off. The first massive squirt of my cum flew right onto my tank top, then I angled my dick away from me, shooting the rest of my orgasm directly into the darkness of the floor.

Fuck, that was the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time. Definitely the best I’ve had jerking off. As I caught my breath, I squeezed out the last of my spunk, flinging it onto the floor. I leaned forward to pull up my shorts and underwear and I noticed the air hole to my left getting darker and suddenly a huge, erect dick came through the hole. “Oh, FUCK!” I stumbled to my feet, knocking the little bench over as I backed myself against the opposite wall. The big, black, uncut cock, was veiny and leaking precum as it bobbed in the air. A solid 8” if not bigger, hanging into my booth.

I finished pulling up my shorts, my undies getting tangled into a string bikini brief as I did, but I wasn’t taking the time to hang out, or clean up my mess as I rushed out of the booth and ran out into the main store.

The clerk wasn’t behind the counter, so I left his bottle on the counter and ran out. I didn’t stop running until I was back on campus.

My tank top was sweaty, but I realized a significant bit of wetness was my semen soaking in. I quickly pulled the top off and wiped my chest, then decided to pretend I was out for a jog and ran back to my dorm room.

I took a hot shower, trying to get the image of the dick out of my head. Trying to wrap my mind around why that guy thought it was acceptable to push his dick through an air vent like that. I felt dirty. It was one thing for me and my friends to jerk off together, but seeing a strangers dick like that, it was…well, I’m not sure what it was doing but it wouldn’t leave my head. None of my friends had a dick that big, that was like, porno big.

After dinner, I went back to my room, realizing I didn’t end up buying the magazines, I had to jerk off with my imagination again.

With the room to myself, I stripped naked on the bed and took my time. Trying to remember the last time I had sex with a girl, trying to think of the video I watched earlier today, but fuck…the image of that dick sliding into my booth like it was common practice kept popping into my head. Did he want me to jerk him off? What would that have felt like? If I stuck my dick in the hole, whould he jerk me off? The idea of a strange guy jerking me off through the hole made my balls tingle and I popped off, squirting cum all over my abs. The release felt good. Not as good as earlier today, I kind of wish I had kept that little brown bottle, but I don’t think he was giving it to me when he told me to try it.

I cleaned myself up with a tube sock and decided to go to the gymnasium. It wasn’t late yet, and when you live in the athletic dorms, you have 24-hour access.

I did my usual routine. I wasn’t the only guy in the gym. I kept glancing around, wondering if they knew about those booths, and really wondering if the black guy whose name I don’t know on our football team doing squats had as big of a….no, no, I’m not thinking about that guys dick. I put my weights down and decided to go for a jog rather than do the treadmill since it’s such nice weather right now.

I swear it wasn’t on purpose, but I found myself jogging a block away from the Pleasure Paradise store. Since I was so close, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to pop in and get the magazine I left earlier.

Inside the store at night was a different beast. The place had a few more people in the aisles, all men of varying ages, shapes, and colors. Knowing what was inside the door in the back corner, I now noticed there was a lot more traffic of people going in and out as I scanned the magazine shelves. A part of me wanted to peek inside and see what was going on, see if…no, no, I’m not going back in there.

I grabbed a magazine without looking and practically ran to the counter to pay for it and get out. The clerk rang me up and put it in a brown paper bag.

“Anything else?” He asked with a thick accent I didn’t recognize.

It was a different clerk than this morning. I felt a little bold, a bit more confident, so I said, “Yeah, a bottle of the poppers, too.”

“Sure, which ones?” He asked.

Shit, I didn’t bother to learn the name of the bottle I tried earlier. I shrugged, “Whatever, the best bottle you have.”

He nodded, pulling a bottle from under the counter with a different color label on it, showing it to me like it was a bottle of wine at one of the fancy restaurants my parents take me to back home. I nodded as though I recognized the bottle, and he put it in the bag, adding it to my total in the register. At that exact moment, I realized I didn’t have my wallet on me. Since I went from my dorm room directly to the gymnasium, I didn’t think I would need it and only had my keys.

I tapped my pockets, hoping I had cash in one of them, but knowing there was a zero percent chance that I did. “Fuck, I…I forgot my wallet,” I told him.

His head cocked to the side, and he pulled the bag back, “I’ll set this aside while you go get your wallet.”

“Oh, um, thanks,” I said, running out of the store and back to the dorms.

I was a sweaty mess and decided to shower.

Our communal showers were empty, just me, so I took my time. In the warmth of the water cascading down my body, I felt myself relax. I don’t need to go back there; that was just stupid and impulsive, I told myself.

I dried off and went back to my room, put on a pair of clean Jockey’s and got into bed. It was only 10:00 p.m. on a Monday night, and I wasn’t tired, but I figured I needed some sleep…and maybe some Church, but sleep first.

Tuesday was boring. With all my good friends out of town, I had no excuses to shirk my homework. I had a lot of reading to catch up on and decided to do it on the campus lawn like all the rest of the nerds. Who knows, maybe I’ll find a sexy nerdy bookworm and have fun with her this week. Even nerdy girls want to touch my dick, right?

As it would turn out, the nerdy girls were…boner killers. At least the ones still in town and reading out on the lawn. It did help me to focus on my reading, though, and I was able to finish one of my books ahead of schedule. I figured that deserved a treat, and by treat, I mean an orgasm. 

I was pulling out my key to the dorms when the door flew open.

“Tristen, I didn’t know you stuck around?” Cody said, running his fingers through his dark brown hair, tucking it behind his ears to keep it out of his face.

“Oh, yeah, I…I had too much coursework to catch up on,” I shrugged.

“Yeah, I’m finally caught up, but I couldn’t get out of work,” he shrugged.

“Are you in the work study program?” I asked, realizing I don’t know jack shit about Cody.

He chuckled, “Nah, that’s for the rich kids. I’m over at Village Pizza, down on Jane St.”

I laughed, “Oh, I know it well. Best popcorn chicken in fifty miles,” I joked.

He shrugged, “Yeah, that’s us. Swing by tonight and I’ll hook you up, if you’re bored. This place is a tomb,” he gestured to the lack of people around as he started walking away.

“I’ll take you up on that!” I shouted, and he spun around to give me a thumbs up as he started jogging away.

Two hours later, I wandered down to the pizza place, where Cody was surprisingly busy. He hooked me up with a massive plate of popcorn chicken and a cup for the fountain Coke machine. Every time Cody tried to come over to my booth to chat, the phone would ring, or another customer would come in, and I didn’t get to talk to him.

When I walked out, it was going on 7:00 p.m., and as if a beacon calling to me, I thought about the Pleasure Palace only a few blocks away. I was going to just head back to campus, but…I did have my wallet on me. I did want some fresh reading material for the dorm room at night. 

I found myself pushing the door open, the bell going off as I did. The clerk was the guy from my first trip; he recognized me as I brought a magazine up to the counter.

“Anything else?” He asked.

“No, umm, actually, yeah, let me get one of those bottles of poppers, the good one you told me about,” I smiled, pulling out my wallet.

He put it in the bag, “Do you want some quarters, too?” He punched the register buttons, and the drawer popped open as I handed him cash.

I looked back toward the door in the back. I wanted to say no, but something, the pervert in me, made me say, “yeah, actually.” I could rub one out to a video now, then I could save the magazine for tomorrow.

He placed the change in my hand, his fingers weirdly touching my palm. I grabbed my bag and headed straight for the door in the back, going to the booth I had previously used. The door was locked, though. It made me nervous, and I heard another door back by the entrance open, so I dove into the open door next to that booth and locked it.

My heart was racing, but this was exciting. The glow of the TV was the only light in the booth, but I couldn’t help but notice there were some wet spots on the floor. Another guy's splooge has never grossed me out. Back when I jerked off with my friends, it was just something you had to expect when he’s jerking you off with one hand and himself with the other. One of you is likely to get hit by a splash of semen. There was even a night when our team was away for a state championship that I shared a bed in the hotel with my buddy and he had a wet dream, waking me up to him squirting cum between my thighs. He apologized, and I just got up and wiped it off in the bathroom.

This was kind of different. It was a stranger. It could also be fresh, or it could have been there for a while; there’s no way to know.

I picked a video and pushed my shorts and underwear down to mid-thigh, stroking myself as the film got going. I grabbed the little brown bottle from the paper bag and opened it, inhaling the contents and stroking my dick. The fumes giving me a rush and my horniness climbed up a few notches.

I saw a white dick slide through the hole to my left. It was about the same size and shape as mine. The poppers running through my system seemed to dull that part of me that freaked out when a dick suddenly appeared last time. My horniness, or maybe curiosity went on autopilot and I reached out to wrap my free hand around the rigid member as I stroked my own with my right hand. I heard an “mmm” through the thin wall and felt the warm dick in my hand twitch. I gave him a few more strokes. I had rarely participated in giving the other guys hand jobs, and none of them had dicks as manly as this one, so there was a new level of excitement.

After only a few minutes of stroking him, I felt him throb in my hand and with a groan through the wall he popped off, shooting a wad of cum onto my leg. I was able to get out of the way for the next shot and the next as he unloaded onto the floor of my booth. The smell of cum filling the air. He quickly pulled his dick back through the hole and then I saw two fingers come through, gesturing for me to put my dick through the hole. I didn’t give it a second thought and pushed my shorts and underwear to my ankles as I shoved all six inches of my meat into the dark hole.

The person on the other side wrapped a hand around my shaft, giving it a few tugs.

“Mmm,” I heard my moan over the porno that I had almost completely ignored. I pulled the little brown bottle out of my pocket and inhaled the fumes again. Again, that wave of pleasure made my body tingle and my muscles relax as I felt a mouth engulf my dick. “Oh, yeah,” I groaned. Whoever was on the other side really knew how to suck a dick. It felt so good, and my heart was already pounding, I couldn’t hold back. My balls tightened and I pumped cum into their mouth as a groaned and shoved my hips against the wall, trying to get as much of my dick through as possible.

The mouth on the other side cleaned my dick and then let it go, I pulled myself back out of the hole. I felt a little gross about the slickness of my dick, but at the same time, that was the best blow job I’ve ever had, possibly the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

I heard the booth door next to me open; the guy must have been leaving. I pulled my shorts and underwear back up, forgetting about the other guys cum dripping down my leg, the elastic of my briefs smeared the semen all the way up my hip and it felt warm and kinda gross, but also kind of like a reward in a weird way. I shook my head and pulled up my shorts. Tucking the little brown bottle into my pocket and folding the brown bag with my magazine in half long-way, I left the booths and the store as quickly and discreetly as possible.

Wednesday, I promised myself I’d be good. I jerked off before my morning shower, paying strict attention to the girls in the magazine, and forced myself to have a normal masturbation experience. My morning shower was tricky. There were two other guys in the coral, one a skinny but tall white guy who’s dick made me think about the guy I jerked off last night. The thought of this guy in the shower cumming from me jerking him off started to turn me on, so I turned the other way in the shower. Standing over there, clearly hungover, was one of the guys on the basketball team. Tall, black, long soft cock that reminded me of the first dick I saw through the hole in the wall, except this guy was clearly circumcised.

I turned to face the wall and forced myself to focus on the sound of the water, trying to will my erection to go down even though the warm warter going down my body made me think of the cum that was on my leg yesterday. I shook my head and turned off the water, darting for my towel and then dripping water all the way back to my room.

I went to the library and worked on my research paper, which was due at the end of the semester. I was trying to distract my brain from this new, fun…pleasure palace that was calling to me like the siren of a mermaid.

I stayed strong, exhausting myself reading old journals, newspapers, encyclopedias, and everything I could find to focus on my research paper. Then I went to the cafeteria for dinner, got some beer from the convenience store that doesn’t card, and went back to my dorm to drink and continue where I left off reading Stephen King’s “IT” to entertain myself.

Two beers in I had a little buzz going when, to my shock, Beverly suggests the boys fuck her. It was insane and really disturbing, but at the same time…the idea of any of my female friends offering me and my friends to fuck her got my imagination going. I found my dick hard and I couldn’t ignore it.

I put the book down and pulled out my new magazine. I pushed my shorts and undies to my ankles and started stroking myself as I flipped through the pictures. It was naked girl, naked girl, then bam, big dick being sucked by a girl and the imagery immediately brought my imagination to the video booth. The way the dick slid through the hole and how it looked as he shot his load on me. Somethign about that particular detail set me off and I felt my muscles clench as I popped off again today, coating my abs in hot cum which only cemented the horny idea of having a guy cum on me as the smell of my own load wafted through the air.

I relaxed, used my undies to clean up the cum and went to sleep. Having nightmares about a clown, but that’s a different issue.

On Thursday, I hit the gym, the library, and the cafeteria, then decided to catch a movie. I watched “Broken Arrow.” It was not good, and I regret spending the money. It was a nice distraction, though. On my way out of the theater, I walked down the street to Village Pizza to see if Cody was working. Thankfully, he was, and he hooked me up with another platter of popcorn chicken, even though he was busy. I honestly don’t know why Cody is so nice to me. We only have one class together and were only paired up once early in the semester. He’s super friendly, but this is beyond nice.

When I finished my food, I bussed my table and brought the plate and stuff to him at the counter. It was the first lull in people traffic since I got here.

“Was it good?” He asked, taking the tray.

“It always is,” I smiled at him.

“Big plans for tonight?” he asked, wiping down the counter.

“I’m probably just going to read my book, jerk off, and go to sleep,” I joked.

He cackled, tossing the towel over his shoulder, “Lucky, I’m here until closing.”

“Eh, I don’t know, I’ve been bored since everyone left. Though I did take a trip over to Pleasure Palace. Had to refresh my reading material,” I admitted. I don’t know why I was telling him this. I guess I just haven’t really talked with anyone about it, and with my friends gone, I had to tell someone. I also…oddly wanted to see his reaction to the store's name. I wonder if he’s been there. If he’s been in the booths. I really wonder what he would do in one of those booths and if he would…no, no, I’m not going to think about Cody sticking his dick through the hole, definitely not thinking about what his dick would look like shooting cum from my touch if he did.

He nodded and grinned, “Oh yeah, I know it,” he kept cleaning.

“Oh, Cody has a naughty side, huh?” I teased, tapping my fingers on the counter, digging for more information.

He shrugged, “Well…I, I mean, I’ve been there, I have needs,” his pale skin blushed five shades of red.

“Right on, don’t we all,” I looked around, then leaned in, “Have you ever…” I started to ask, but then one of his coworkers came out of the kitchen and threw a pizza in the oven. Cody's eyes locked on mine like he knew I was about to ask something incredibly personal. When his coworker went into the back, I finished, but changed how I was going to ask, “Did you know they have video booths in the back where you can watch the videos and…” I gestured with my hand, ‘jekring off’.

His smile went from ear to ear. “Well, yeah, I’ve checked it out.” I could see the wheels turning in his head. “Have you gone into the booths?”

I held my hands up, “I only just found out about them the other day, I had to check it out and…” again I made the hand gesture, but this time I made the imaginary dick twice as big for my own story telling.

He chuckled and kept cleaning.

“Well…I guess I’m going to head out,” I said.

“Yeah, going to read your book?” His eyes latched on mine.

I chuckled, “I might check out my new magazines first…for the articles.”

He smiled, “Yeah, for the articles,” rolled his eyes, picked up a bin of dishes, and headed into the back.

I left and started walking back toward campus. All kinds of questions rolled through my head, most of them about Cody's experiences in the video booths. I found myself fighting a walking erection and had to tuck my dick up into my waistband to hide it. I was already horny, and thought, since I’m already downtown, I might as well walk the extra blocks to Pleasure Palace and rub one out in the video booth.

Thankfully, I still had quarters from last time and extras from the cafeteria earlier. I went straight to the back, a guy was coming out of one of the booths as I walked in, he was a big black dude and I instantly wondered if it was his dick that I saw on Monday. He looked me up and down as he walked past me. I had to put my back to the wall to let him by, he was so big. I kept walking to see if one of the booths around the corner I had already used was free. They were both locked, but the one closer to the corner was unlocked, so I went in there and locked the door.

I quickly picked a film, and it started playing. I was instantly hard again. I pushed my shorts and briefs to my ankles and sat on the bench this time, trying just to watch the film and jack off real quick. I wasn’t trying to look in the hole, but the light from the screen in the booth to my right kept going dark and then bright in my peripheral, and I realized it must have been a person in the locked booth. As soon as I turned my head, I saw an eyeball staring at me. It kind of turned me on to be watched. He didn’t even try to hide that he was watching me. So I spread my knees wider and rubbed my balls as I stroked, and I heard him groan.

“Oh yeah, that’s hot,” he whispered.

Then I heard what sounded like someone trying to snort snot up their nose, and I wondered, whispering, “Do you have poppers?”

A second later, a little brown bottle with no label slipped through the hole, held between two white but clearly male fingers. I took the bottle, uncapped it, and held it up to my nose as I inhaled and let the fumes run through my system. These were a little more intense than the ones I bought, so I’m glad I’m sitting down.

“You gotta take a real hit,” the voice said through the hole.

I let the words molest my ear for a minute. Something in his tone kicked in my competitive side. The way he said “real hit” made it seem challenging, like I somehow wasn’t playing this game correctly. “What?” I asked.

“You’re just kissing it when you should be taking a deep hit to get a real rush,” he said.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I admitted.

“Can I come in there and show you?” He asked.

I hesitated, unsure of what the rules are about things like that. That would be weird, right? I’m over here jerking off. Wouldn’t it be weird to have a stranger in here, watching me jerk off? Then again, he was just watching me through the hole, and that really turned me on.

“I just want to show you how to do it correctly,” he said again.

I nodded, “Yeah, ok.”

I heard the lock and the door open in the other booth, and then a gentle knock on my door. I pulled up my shorts and underwear, tucking my dick back in but my raging boner was not cooperating. I unlocked the door and let him in. My nerves kicking in, but I was also horny and excited. I hadn’t jerked off in front of another guy since high school. 

He locked the door, then leaned against it, shoving his jeans and underwear halfway down his thick thighs. He was probably in his early thirties, clean cut, in good shape, with kind eyes, a few inches taller than me. “Here,” he took the bottle from my hand, “Like this,” he shook the bottle, then uncapped it, using one of his fingers to plug a nostril and put the bottle almost directly under the open one, inhaling a full breath very quickly. He held the breath and then quietly moaned as he exhaled. “Then you do it again on the other side,” he said, and showed me. “Fuck…” he exhaled, “you try.”

He handed the bottle to me and started stroking his dick, inches from me. His dick was about as long as mine, a little thicker, his tip flared out a bit more and the entire thing curved up whereas mine was straight like a pipe. I watched him watching me for a second before I tried the poppers his way. The rush was way more intense; I had to lean against the wall to keep from falling over. “Oh wow,” I groaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He reached out and started stroking my dick for me. 

“How’s that feel?” He asked as he slow stroked my shaft with his left hand and his dick with his right hand.

“Mmm, good,” I was feeling the rush loosen all of my muscles and my balls were tingling as I stared at his dick and the drop of precum glistening in the glow of the TV.

“Do it again, quickly,” he insisted.

I did as I was told, just like he showed me. This time I breathed even deeper, knowing what to expect. “Mmmm,” I breathed out, feeling twice the intensity this time.

He quietly chuckled, stroking my dick.

As the rush settled in my body, I opened my eyes again, watching him stroke himself, and feeling him stroking me was quickly getting me close.

“You want to suck my dick,” he said, not as a question but noticing me staring.

“I…umm, no, I just…” I couldn’t think clearly.

“Just what, tell me what you want,” he started stroking my dick faster, bringing his closer to mine, the tips occasionally brushing over each other.

My heart was pounding in my chest from the poppers, and my desires were at levels I’d only experienced after days of not getting off. That kind of delirious horniness where you’d fuck a cheese grater because your brain told you it might feel good. I shook my head, “Never mind, it’s weird.” I braced myself against the wall as he continued to stroke us.

“Take another hit,” he said.

“Really?” I asked in surprise.

“Yeah, get the full effect,” he said.

I did as I was told, this time doing it on both sides in quick succession. The rush was so intense this time. “Fuck, that’s so good,” I chuckled as the room blurred around me and the stroking of my cock was feeling better than ever.

“Now tell me what you want,” he insisted.

“Nah, it’s weird,” I shook my head, the room spinning around me.

“It’s not weird. Whatever it is, I’ll do it,” he said, his grip on my dick tightening.

I bit my lower lip, staring at his dick, “Well…would you, ugh…would you cum on me?” I felt the words leaving my mouth, and I instantly hated myself for asking. He must think I’m a freak.

“Yeah, of course,” he said, getting closer to me, so close our body heat was mixing and I could smell his musk.

“Really?” I was shocked he didn’t just run out of the booth.

“Where?” he stroked faster.

“What?” I asked as he released my dick.

“Where do you want me to cum on you? On your dick? Your face? Your ass?”

In my head I was thinking on my leg like that guy did the other day, but holy shit these options were making my balls tighten. “Umm…wherever you want?”

“Mmm, wherever I want?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I started stroking my dick to match his stroking.

“I want to cum on your ass,” he said, reaching out to pull my hip and spin me around.

“Mmm, ok,” I spun clumsily with my shorts and briefs around my ankles in the tight space.

“Take another hit,” he said.

With the bottle still in my left hand, I quickly shook it and took a deep hit. He tapped his dick on my ass as I did. The mixture of the poppers with the knowledge that his dick was on my ass about to shoot was mind blowing. I took another hit on the other side and capped the bottle. Feeling the poppers wash over me I felt him grab my ass cheek with his free hand as he stroked his dick between my ass cheeks and then he moved it up and down my crack, an intense pleasure shot up into my body and I let out a moan. “Fuck, I’m close, are you close?” I asked in a hurried tone.

“Yeah, I’m close, real close,” he said, his dick spreading precum on my ass crack, focused on my hole after he heard me moan from that feeling. I felt his fist bumping into my ass with every stroke of his dick until finally he grunted. I felt a hot splash of his cum spurt right onto my hole, then his dick angled down a little and splashed my grundle and my balls, coating me from my balls all the way up my crack, the last of it spurting out onto my lower back as he grunted.

“Fuck,” I groaned feelign my balls tighten, and I humped into my fist, clenching my ass around the tip of his dick as I shot my first gush out onto the wall. Feeling his cum covered dick between my cheeks, brushing against my hole sent me into another world of orgasm as my guts tightened and pulled my balls in to drench the walls off the booth. My entire body was shaking as I flexed my muscles, standing on my tippy-toes and drained the last of my balls. “Holy shit,” I gasped for air.

He chuckled behind me, tapping my ass with his spent dick, the stickyness of his hot cum making a gross sound as he did it.

As I caught my breath I started to feel…gross, guilty, embarrassed, but mostly sober and aware of what I just did and that I was covered in a strangers cum.

He pulled up his jeans, pulled out a napkin, and handed it to me, “Here, in case you didn’t bring any.”

“Oh, thanks,” I tried to awkwardly wipe his cum off of my back and crack, but the napkin was quickly soaked and just smearing it more so than cleaning it. I heard him zip up behind me.

“Can I get that bottle?” He asked.

I was still holding his poppers in my left fist. “Oh,” I chuckled, “Yeah, sorry.” I reached down for my underwear, pulling them up quickly, feeling globs of cum in them as I did. I don’t know if it was my cum or his but I felt both gross and turned on by it, which made me feel guilty.

“I’ll be back here on Saturday, same time, if you want to try this again,” he said, reaching out for the cum coated napkin.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this,” I said as I pulled my shorts over my underwear.

He looked me up and down again, “Well, see how you feel and maybe we’ll be able to do it again.” He unlocked the door and walked out quickly, leaving me to gather my thoughts.

I jogged home and took a shower. Once I was clean, I couldn’t help but jerk off again while the memory was still fresh. I immediately felt guilty for enjoying it and told myself that was the last time.

Friday morning, I was more determined than ever to make that the last time I visited the Pleasure Palace. I went to the gym, the library, and the cafeteria. Then I had nothing to do. I tried reading more of “IT,” but I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting back to that guy telling me tomorrow we should try it again. I huffed and decided I needed to go meet a girl at a bar and get laid.

I put on a pair of baggy jeans and a baggy button-down and headed to a billiards hall, where I could get drinks if I flirted with the waitress, who I’m pretty sure is a single mom. I deliberately left my wallet so I didn’t have my ID on me in case someone asked for it, and then I could convincingly tell them I didn’t have it.

Sigh. The single mom waitress was the only woman in the hall. She did hook me up with drinks as I played a few rounds with an older guy that I’ve seen here a hundred times. He didn’t talk much, which was fine by me. If I wasn’t going to get laid tonight, I just wanted to drink and play some rounds.

“Alright, I’m closing out your tab,” the waitress said, handing me the bill. “My shift ended at midnight,” she shrugged. And this place is dead, so I’m not sticking around,” she smiled at me. I nodded and gave her some cash. She came back a minute later with change. I was about to leave it there, but then I scooped up the quarters in case I needed change for laundry tomorrow.

I got two blocks from the billiards hall when the change jingling in my pocket made me want to check out another film at the Pleasure Palace. Fuck.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I was already a block away.

I walked in, and with liquid courage in my veins, I walked right up to the clerk. “Hey man, can I get a bottle of the good poppers?” I asked a little louder than I needed to.

He chuckled, recognizing me from the other day, “Did you bring your wallet this time?”

I cocked him a grin, “Of course.” I pulled out my wallet and handed him cash. “And let me get some quarters too.”

He gave me change, and I headed right for the back room.

Through the door, I could sense a different air in here. Most of the booths were closed, and there were two guys in the hall just staring at me. My confidence level changed quickly, but the liquid courage kept pushing me, and I walked toward the booths I was familiar with. Thankfully the one in the middle was open so I pulled the door, and there was a guy in there already stroking his dick. “Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I started to close the door.

“No, come in,” he said.

“Oh, I, that’s ok,” I stammered, closing the door behind myself. Then I tried all of the other doors, all locked. That’s when I realized the two guys in the hall were waiting for one to open.

I paced up and down the hall as casually as I could, but was frustrated. I could hear the sounds of guys fapping and porn girls moaning. I leaned against the corner, waiting for a door to open. Then realized I’m third in line for an open booth. As the wall held me up and the drinks really kicked into my system, I took out the bottle of poppers and took a hit just like the guy showed me yesterday. Fuck, it washed over me like a horny blanket. I glanced at the booth with the door still cracked open. Knowing that guy is in there, naked, just a gold chain around his neck. His dick was hard as a rock, about 6” cut with a cone shaped tip. He was a in good shape, not fit, not flabby at all, a little hairy across his pecs and then it thined over his flat stomach and got thick again into a trimmed bush around his cock and balls. I could go in there, jerk off with that guy, then go back to my dorm.

I took another hit of poppers and let the room spin for a second before I pushed into the half-open door. The guy was standing there stroking to some porn. I closed the door behind me and locked it. Leaning against it, with the poppers still keeping me loose, I decided to waste no time and went for my belt, letting my jeans drop to my knees. I unbuttoned my shirt and started stroking my dick from the outside of my Jockey’s.

“I’m glad you came back,” he smiled at me. His five o’clock shadow framed his jaw nicely, making him look a little older than I think he is. He seemed to catch on to my lack of experience pretty quickly. He licked his bottom lip. “What do you like to do?”

I grinned, “Jack off,” I told him as I slipped my hand into my undies.

He waggled his eyebrows, “Show me.”

I didn’t need another invitation, I pushed my underwear down to my jeans and snapped back up to stroke myself. I was rock hard and I was zeroed in on his slow stroking as I furiously stroked my dick and leaned against the door. 

He stepped forward, putting his hand on mine, “What’s the rush?”

I slowed down, not taking my eyes off his one-eyed snake. His hand left mine and went to my hip, his thumb stroking my V as I stroked my cock slower.

He smelled like CK One and weed with a bit of musk. I kind of liked it.

“What else do you like?” He asked, noticing I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick.

“I…Umm, Oh,” I bent down and fumbled with my jeans to get my poppers out of the pocket. He rubbed my back, his hands going from my shoulders down to my ass and I popped up at just the right angle that his dick ran across my head and my face as I came up. The feeling was weird, and I tried to pretend like it didn’t happen, but we both knew it did.

“Oh, I see,” he took my bottle and took a hit. It didn’t seem to affect him the way it did me, but he still enjoyed it and passed the bottle back to me. I took a hit and blew it out. Then did the other side. “Hold it,” he grumbled. I held it in until I couldn’t any longer and the rush washed over me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, body held up by the door as he started stroking our dicks together. The warmth of his cock on mine was inense. The soft skin stretched around his rigid dick, silky against my dick.

“Mmm,” I enjoyed the way he touched me and let the horny feelings wash over me.

“Do you like that?” He asked quietly.

“Mmhmm,” I groaned as I felt his dick slip under my balls, pushing between my legs, all the way to my ass, the head spreading my cheeks enough that I felt the heat over my hole. “Mmm,” I moaned at the feeling and the memory of that guy blowing his load on my hole yesterday.

He humped gently between my legs, fucking me like I was the girl in the video between the two guys. He stopped stroking my dick and I took back over. The ways he was touching my body, the ways he wasn’t touching my body, all felt so good, I wasn’t going to last long. I took another hit of the poppers, and it washed over me even quicker this time. I couldn’t help but moan the next time he humped into me, his cock running the under side of my balls into my crack, the head rubbing over my hole. “Mmm, Jesus,” I groaned.

“You like that?” His hands left my hips and he humped up into me again, using his hands to pull apart my ass cheeks so he could nudge his crown up against my hole.

“Mmmhmmm,” I couldn’t speak, just stroked my dick.

“Take another hit,” he said, using his knees to spread my knees and pin me against the wall, his hands wrapping under my thighs, practically lifting me off the ground. I stopped stroking long enough to take another hit, this one really sent me and I was tingling all over from his touch, especially his dick sliding over my hole.

“Mmm, that feels good,” I moaned and went back to stroking my dick.

“Yeah, what else do you like?” His hands cupped my ass and his next stroke his dick slid right over my pucker.

“Fuck…umm…cum,” I mumbled.

“You like cum?” He rubbed his hands all over my ass and my lower back.

“Mmm, yeah, sort of,” I moaned and stroked.

“Tell me what you like,” he whispered in a breathy voice as he humped harder into me.

I took another hit of poppers, my knees buckling over his slightly, his dick sliding further up my crack. “Fuck,” I groaned. “I like when you cum on me,” I admitted.

“You like when I cum on you?” He chuckled.

I put a hand on his naked shoulder to steady myself, my other hand stroking my cock furiously as my balls bounced on his cock sliding between my legs. I hissed at the pleasure, “Shit, I mean when someone, anyone cums on me…no, fuck,” I shook my head.

He chuckled, “Mmm, I know what you mean.” He ran his fingers up and down my ass, “where do you want me to cum?”

This question I was prepared for even in my haze of horniness, poppers, and drinks, “my ass.”

“Mmm, yeah, say it again,” he gripped my ass cheeks harder.

“Cum on my ass,” I mumbled.

He pulled his dick from under my balls, “turn around,” he said, stepping back. I did what he told me to do, nearly tripping on my pants and underwear around my ankles. “Take another hit,” he said, digging around in his bag.

I took another hit, really holding it in this time. He stepped up behind me and I felt his cock tapping my ass and then he did something I didn’t expect and he dropped to his knees and started licking my ass hole.

“Oh…shiiiit,” I groaned, feeling my hole clench and unclench as his tongue twirled around my pucker. “Fuck, man, what are you doing?” I stroked my dick faster and felt myself bending at the waist so he could get better access.

“Just relax,” he said and dove back in.

I was going insane, “That feels so good…ungh…”

“Take another hit,” he said, and then I felt his tongue pushing on my hole.

I quickly inhaled, and inhaled again, going weak at the knees as I felt my hole open up and let him push his tongue right in.

“MMmmm, Jeeesus,” I groaned as he licked my anal walls. I almost forgot to keep stroking my dick, but the two paired to gether was so good I couldn’t stop.

Another minute of him tonging my ass and I heard a “click” and then he pulled his tongue out of my hole and drizzled something on my ass. It was cold and I felt my hole pucker and tighten.

“Mmm, what’s that?” I groaned.

He chuckled, “Lube.” Then I heard him stroking his dick as the head circled my hole.

“Mmm, ok.” The feeling of him jerking off on my hole with the lube was just like when that guy blew his load on me yesterday. The silky warmth of his dick was turning me on.

“Take another hit,” he suggested.

I nodded, shaking the bottle and taking another hit, then another. As soon as I capped the bottle, I felt him nudging his crown into my ass and with the assistance of the lube he eased his head into my hole.

“Ow…fuck,” I hissed, bringing my hand to his hip. “What are you doing?”

He held his head just inside my hole as I groaned and squirmed, knees buckling against the door, chest flat as I instinctively pulled away. “I’m giving you what you want,” he said.

I groaned again, my legs shackled by my jeans and underwear and my body off kilter against the door, “Ugh, that’s not what I meant,” I hissed again as he nudged another inch into my hole. “Ahhh….fuck.”

He chuckled, “You said you wanted me to cum in your ass,” he wiggled his hips.

“Oh Jesus, ahh, no…on, on my ass,” I groaned and bit my fist to not scream out from the pain shooting into my guts.

“OH, shit, I thought you said in,” he chuckled.

“Nu-uh, God that hurts…people like this?” I groaned.

“If you relax, I promise you’ll like it,” he insisted.

I quickly took another hit of poppers, then another, then another, until I was barely able to stand and the room sounds and light started to fade in tune with the pulses of his cock inside me.

“There, I’m all the way in,” he moaned, putting his chin on my shoulder as he held my hips. I could feel his paunch on my ass, the furry patch of his lower abs and pubes brushing my skin as his dick stretched my hole.

“Fuck, I can’t…” I groaned.

“Yes you can, you already are,” he reached down and started playing with my soft dick.

“Mmm,” I let out a soft moan as I felt my dick spring back to life.

“There you go, just enjoy it,” he said, and I felt his hips pull off of me and gently push back in.

“Ahhh…shit,” I felt his cock deep in my guts. The strangest feeling I’ve ever had. It never crossed my mind to let a guy fuck me and I really don’t know how I got here. “Oh fuck,” I grunted as he bottomed out again.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he moaned, leaning his body against mine as his arms wrapped around my torso.

“Wait, do you have a condom on?” I groaned.

“Shit, no, I forgot,” he admitted.

My heart was pounding out of my chest, “You need one,” I told him.

“Yeah, probably, fuck, do you have one, I don’t have one?” He humped up into me again, this one feeling a little better than the last.

“Mmm, I think, in my wallet, fuck I don’t have my wallet,” I groaned.

He humped into me again, “It’s ok, we don’t need it, I’m already close,” he said.

“Wait, no, we need it,” I said weakly as he stroked my dick some more and humped into me. “They sell them,” I groaned. “I can go get one.”

“Take another hit and open up for me,” he said.

I did what I was told without questioning it. His pistoning was starting to feel so good, and the poppers only made it feel so much better. “Fuck,” I groaned and took over stroking my cock. His cock pegging my prostate made my brain go dick-dumb and I moaned a little louder. “Fuck that feels so good.”

“Yeah, it does,” he whispered in my ear, his breath ragged and strained as he pumped into me.

The increased speed, his balls slapping against mine as he fucked me, his cock stretching my hole and pounding into my guts, it was all too much. I felt my balls tightening and my orgasm started from deep inside my body, “Oh fuck, I’m…ungh,” I grunted and felt the first orgasmic pulse shoot onto the door, the second hit so hard it was audible. He continued to piston into me as my ass clamped down on his dick and my orgasm shuttered through my body, making me quake with pleasure as my balls drained out onto the wall, the floor and probably my clothes at my feet. “Oh God, that’s ungh…” I groaned as my orgasm subsided.

He kept pumping into me, “I’m so close,” he whispered in my ear. Holding my hips tighter as his body pumped into mine, I was flat against the cum covered door trying to handle this fucking he was giving me as it turned from pleasure to pain.

“Fuck,” I hissed, “I can’t take much more,” I clenched my teeth and my ass.

“I’m close, just a little more,” he put a hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip as he fucked up into me. Each thrust was more powerful than the last as he pushed past my tightening sphincter. “Oh fuck, I’m close,” he warned. Then he slammed into me and I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he grunted in my ear. “Mmm,” and his warmth flooded my guts with a few more pulses from his cock. He took a deep breath, then quickly pulled out of me.

“Ahhh….fuck,” I groaned, still leaning on the door.

He pulled out a few napkins and handed me some, “Here, clean up.”

I wiped my ass as I watched him quickly wipe his dick off and then get dressed with impressive speed. I could barely move at a sloths pace, and barely had my underwear back up on my hips when he was unlocking the door and heading out without so much as a “thanks for the ass.” I took my time standing there in the dark as the TV went dark. A minute later, the door pushed back open, and I thought it would be him, but it was one of the guys from the hall. He looked me up and down, standing in my underwear, shirt unbuttoned, and jeans around my ankles. “It’s not what it looks like,” I tried to say.

He grinned, “Sure it is,” and continued to watch. “You want some more?”

I snapped back into reality. Yanking my jeans up and buckling them quickly. I shook my head, “I need to get out of here,” and I pushed past him and darted for the door.

I could feel cum leaking out of my ass the entire walk back to campus. My head was spinning and I couldn’t tell if I liked it or wanted to throw up. I didn’t let myself figure it out before I was back in the dorm, stripped down to my underwear and heading to the showers. The warm water washed all of my disgust away, and I slept like a baby.