1. Night Trawling: A Night At The Glory Hole


    Date: 6/9/2016, Categories: Gay, Author: Milik_the_Red, Source: LushStories

    The Paradise Arcade and Adult Video Store, what a grand name to be wasted on such a fucking dump. The place was filthy, with bare, concrete floors and cheap-ass, home-made wooden shelves filled with used VHS porn tapes that had previously run again and again and again on closed circuit in the arcade. Along with those were a scattering of sex toys, from Ginger Lynn's rubber pussy masturbator to anal plugs that looked thick enough to clog a drain. The place was vile and dank, but it did have two things going for it. It was in a secluded part of town, and it had a glory hole connecting every booth in the arcade. The management, such as it was, didn't give a rat's ass about what happened inside. Once a man paid his five bucks and passed behind the curtain of multi-colored beads serving as a door, he was able to indulge his sexual appetite in any way he wished. This place was a den of faceless sex, a place where male lust could be expressed in a way that I fear most women could never truly understand. We came there for physical release, like masturbating, but in a way we could never manage on our own. Like most such places, and there were many, there was an unspoken code understood by the men who frequented the place. Whenever I went there, no matter what time of day or night, I could hear the loud moans and screams of pleasure coming from the videos playing in the booths. The scent of sex seemed to hang in the air while some men stroked themselves to orgasm alone in front of ...
    those screens. Other men, not satisfied with using their own hand, would stand in the aisle, waiting silently for another man to make eye contact with him, surreptitiously offering to suck his cock, or expressing his own willingness to be had. I suppose some men enjoyed being watched. More than once, I witnessed someone leaning out of the booth while another man fucked him in the ass, or saw a line form at a booth as a guy sucked cock after cock. Believe me, after you've been in a place like that, very little will be able to shock you. The idea of safe sex barely registered in such places. Oh, there would be signs posted, warning of HIV or other STDs, but the truth was, the men who came there were willing to roll the dice and risk everything in order to have the kind of sex they couldn't get anywhere else. Looking back, it seems insane, but being openly gay or bisexual was unthinkable for most in those days, and those of us who were, eventually broke and gave in to those desires. Besides, sucking cock, giving hand jobs and receiving the same were supposedly safe. Desperate men lie to themselves as easily as they do to anyone else. Even still, my stomach churned with nerves and lust every time I went there. I was stepping into another world, and it didn't take me long to learn how to get what I wanted. The end booth was my chosen place. With its one, adjoining booth, it had a single glory hole that could be used for the most impersonal of sexual acts, but more interesting to me ...
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