Subject: An Ad in A Magazine Started It All This is my first attempt at writing a story for the Nifty Archive. Any comments can be sent to hoo An Ad in A Magazine Started It All When I was younger, I didn’t immediately fantasize about gay sex. I would sneak peaks at my brother’s stash of porn mags when I was a teenager. I found the women in those magazines unbelievable. They stared back at me with their hand spreading open their vaginas with looks of seduction in their eyes. I liked what I was looking at. Some of the spreads showed the women getting fucked by a muscular guy. Both were sweaty and the look of pleasure on the woman’s face was undeniable. These enormous cocks were driving these women wild. But as the years progressed, I came to realize it was the cocks that piqued my interest. I grew up in a small Midwest town in the early to mid-nineties. Being gay was still very taboo. We used it as an insult for something we didn’t like, so I was confused when I preferred looking at those giant cocks on those men as opposed to the naked women. I still didn’t know how two men would have sex with one another. That changed when one day I noticed one of the ads in the back of the porn mag featured gay movies. One guy was on his knees and another guy standing behind him. It was a small picture in the ad, but I could not take my eyes off of it. From then on, I turned to the back of the magazine and searched for ads featuring gay films or gay phone sex lines. I spent many nights jerking off to those ads, but I wanted to experience more. One day while driving with my parents we passed an adult bookstore in a city forty-five minutes from my small town. I memorized the street names and the route my dad took to get us home. My eighteenth birthday was a few weeks away, so I started planning when I would visit that adult bookstore. I drove that same route I memorized a few months earlier. I waited until midnight, for fear of being seen. I pulled into the parking lot and a nervous shudder rolled through my body. I parked, walked down the steps and opened the door to the bookstore. There were two rooms, one with full of movies, one with magazines and sex toys. Trying to get my bearings, I browsed the magazines for a few minutes. My eyes widened when I saw the selection of gay magazines. Several toned, muscular bodies called out to me, but I was too embarrassed to actually stand in front of that section and look. Instead, I stayed on the fringe of the straight magazines and glanced out the corner of my eye to check out the gay selection. I moved from the magazines to the videos. Again, I looked at the straight movies next to the gay movies, so I wouldn’t “get caught” looking directly at gay movies. It seems ridiculous now, but that is what I used to do. I still feared the stigmatism of being gay. I noticed there was a theater on one side of the store and an arcade on the other side. I had the tattooed cashier break my twenty-dollar ankara escort bill and he obliged with a smirk. I opened the curtain and walked into the darkened maze of video booths. Not knowing which one would be best, I made my way to the back of the video arcade, and I noticed several men standing around in the dark. I wondered why they were not in booths, but I would soon find out they were looking for fresh meat, and I had just walked in. In my teenage years, I was 6′ and weighed 170 pounds. My looks were average. I wasn’t a troll nor was I an Adonis, but my looks must have been good enough for these guys. As I walked past the three gentlemen, I tried not to make eye contact. I picked out a both on the end and pulled out a five-dollar bill and slipped it in the machine. The volume was jarring. A woman’s moans came blaring out of the speakers, and I nearly ran out of the booth from embarrassment. I composed myself, lowered the volume, sat down in the plastic patio chair, and clicked through the channels. I found a straight flick first and started rubbing my cock through my jeans. I soon grew curious and wondered if any gay films were playing. I hit the button to change the channel, and then I found it. I was watching my first gay movie. Two guys were kissing on the screen while a third was on his knees taking his turn sucking the two cocks in front of him. I nearly exploded in my jeans right there. My temperature increased as my six-inch cock grew in my jeans. I unzipped my pants but did not immediately pull out my cock. I rubbed it through my boxers as the scene continued. Before long pre-cum began forming a wet spot in the front of my underwear. That’s when I caught something move out of the corner of my eye. I hadn’t noticed the hole cut into the wall on the right side of the booth. I don’t know how I missed it at first. Not only was a hole in the wall, but a finger was sliding across the bottom. This was my first time in an adult theater let alone a video booth in an adult theater, so I did not know the cruising signals being sent in my direction nor did I know about glory holes. I thought it was weird, but continued to stroke my cock through my underwear. My attention moved from the screen to the hole. Now there was an eye staring at me through the hole. This freaked me out at first, and I pulled up my jeans to cover my underwear. I pretended I did not notice this person looking through. I froze. The eye was then replaced with an open mouth with a tongue that kept licking the top of his lip. I had no idea what was happening. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to jerk off, but this was my first time, and I was extremely shy. I stayed where I was and again, I did not move thinking whoever was on the other side would go away or lose interest. I focused on the three-way on the screen. One guy was now on his back, the second guy stood over him and put his cock in his mouth while the third guy was çukurambar escort sliding his dick in and out of his ass. I was mesmerized by this. I had not seen two guys fucking before, so this was an unbelievable scene I was witnessing. I was so turned on, I no longer cared if anyone was watching, so I dropped my jeans and again rubbed my cock through my underwear. I was so focused, I did not realize the hand that made its way through the glory hole reaching for my crotch. “What the fuck” I thought, and I pushed the hand away. But the hand was persistent and moved toward my crotch again. This time its fingers managed to trace the outline of my cock in my boxers. It felt fantastic! It started rubbing my cock for me, and finally I stopped resisting and let the hand work its magic. Now this was unbelievable, and I didn’t know how much longer I would last. My breathing intensified. The hand soon pulled at the elastic on my underwear, and I lifted off the chair just enough for my boxers to slide down. There I was, jeans and boxers below my knees and a stranger’s hand stroking my cock while I watched guys having sex on a video screen. No one- girl or guy- had ever touched my cock. Only me. Now a stranger was stroking up and down on my cock for me, and I was in ecstasy. He stopped stroking and pulled his hand back through the hole. I saw his mouth again licking his upper lip. Again, I didn’t know what this meant. I was pretty na�ve. “Let me suck it” I heard him whisper. I did not move. “Dude, let me suck your cock” he said a little louder. Again, I did not move. Finally, his hand reached through the hole again, grabbed a hold of my dick and began pulling it toward the hole. I felt helpless as I stood up and watched as my cock disappeared through the hole and soon a wet, warm sensation enveloped the head of my dick. I was receiving my first blow job. My knees weakened. My breathing increased. A tongue swirled around the head of my cock, then it was slowly sucked into the mouth. I thrust my hips forward giving the mouth in the other booth every opportunity to take as much of my cock as it could. He licked up and down the shaft. He licked my balls. Soon the head began bobbing up and down, varying its speed and suction intensity. My head was swirling. “Oh, fuck” was all I could manage to say, and I repeated this as a mantra while the mouth worked my dick. The intensity of the sucking increased. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I don’t know how long I lasted. It felt like forever, but in all reality, it was probably only seconds. My balls began to swell, my breathing increased even more, and I did not even have time to warn the mouth in the other booth that I was about to cum. I shot my first load and I expected the mouth to remove itself from my cock. Instead, it latched on and sucked harder. Wave after wave of cum ejected out the head of my cock into the mouth, I didn’t think dikmen escort it would stop. I had never shot a load like this in my life. I didn’t want this feeling to end. As far as I knew, the mouth sucked every last drop of cum from my balls. The tongue licked the tip of my cock, and it was so sensitive, I thought I would collapse right then and there. It was a weird feeling. I removed my cock from the glory hole and sat on the chair in my booth. My cock was sticky with cum and saliva, and I watched it deflate as I caught my breath. I glanced at the screen. I forgot the movie was still playing. Just then there was movement at the hole again. I thought the hand was coming back through, but instead, it was the head of a cock making its way into my booth. In my mind it was moving through in slow motion, and it kept coming and coming. Before my eyes was an eight-inch cock, fully erect, and twitching up and down every few seconds. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip. Here I was recovering from the most intense moment I have ever experienced, a big cock in front of my face waiting for me to wrap my lips around it, but all my feelings were replaced with shame. What had I done? What was I supposed to do now? I bent over, pulled my boxers and jeans up as quickly as I could. As I pulled them up, the back of my hand grazed the cock peeking through and the drop of pre-cum smeared on my knuckle. I wiped it off on my jeans. The cock disappeared as I zipped my pants. I turned around, unlocked the door and stepped out of the booth. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. In the hall two guys blocked the path I wanted to take out of there. One was standing with his pants around his ankles. The other was vigorously sucking his cock out there in the open. I paused, briefly shocked by the scene in front of me then turned around. The booth next to mine opened and out stepped the middle-aged man who sucked my dick. He was a couple inches taller than me, average build and wearing a backwards baseball hat. He looked disappointed. I put my head down, and hurried out of the arcade. I walked out the door, ran up the steps, and into the parking lot. It had just rained, and the parking lot glistened in the light from the street lamps. I started my car, and pulled out. I could not get the feeling of another guy sucking my dick out of my head. Although I was initially embarrassed for what I had done, on my drive home back to my parents’ house, I became less embarrassed. All my life I had been told being gay was wrong. I think that’s why I was initially racked with guilt. But how could something that felt so incredible be a bad thing. My first sexual experience was with another guy, and I saw nothing wrong with what I had done. I enjoyed having a guy suck my dick, I wanted to experience it again. I wanted more, and now I was disappointed that I didn’t do more. An hour ago, I had the opportunity to suck my first dick, but I chickened out. I jerked off in my bed to the thought of having my dick sucked and sucking another man’s dick. I promised myself the next time I had the opportunity to suck a cock, I would not pass it up, but I didn’t know when that would be.