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Miami Fl, I was about 22 years old, had been drinking beer at a strip club and was heading for home when I saw an adult book store and, still feeling horny, decided to stop. I have always been aroused by the sexy lingerie sold in those places as well as the sex toys. I had always had bisexual thoughts but only allowed myself to consider myself as straight. This bookstore had video booths around a corner from the main room. There was a hallway with booths off of both sides, a quarter per short film. It was summer time and I was wearing shorts. Another guy followed me into the booth and sat down without saying anything. I decided not to argue and just share the quarter for the video.
He reached over and rubbed my crotch and I didn't stop him. I was a little shocked but got the idea. I could not get hard however. He saw me looking at his crotch and unzipped and pulled out his cock. The moment of truth! I considered the risk of venereal disease but decided to stop before he came and hope I was alright. This was it. I was going to finally suck a man's dick!
I dropped to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth. I'd had blowjobs before and I knew what felt good to me. I used my tongue and mouth the same way that girls had sucked me before. I loved the feeling of the cock in my mouth. I felt submissive and embarrassed, but also just loved the way the cock felt in my mouth.
He reached over my back and tried to push my shorts down over my ass. I guessed either he liked to see ass or else he wanted to make me feel more submissive. Anyway I undid my shorts and pulled them and my underwear down to my knees.
I only noticed later that there was a glory hole in the wall behind me (I didn't know the term at the time). I suspect someone was watching me through the hole and alerted people in the hallway outside the booth. Because when the guy suddenly pulled his dick from my mouth, stood up and zipped up quickly and opened the door and left, I turned to see a group of guys standing there looking down at me, my bare ass exposed, on my knees still. It was obvious I had just sucked a dick. I instinctively covered up my junk. The guy nearest the door was smiling in a leering kind of way and looking in my eyes. Of course I knew that all those guys were hoping to get sucked off by the little faggot on his knees with his bare ass showing. I expected the first guy to come in on his own, and when he didn't I finally said "close the door". He did, without coming in first.
----- You could say I was embarrassed, but that doesn't cover it. I finally got the nerve to go outside the booth. I needed to pee. Feeling nervous, and feeling somehow I was expected to say something to the guys waiting there I said I had to pee. I had to walk across the main room of the store to get to the bathroom. One guy was walking a little ahead of me and went in first, but didn't close the door. It was a large bathroom but only had one commode. His long dick was out and he was standing at the john when I came in. For some reason I did not close and lock the door as I normally would have.
--I thought about sucking his dick. Funny, having just been embarrassed out of my mind I was still horny. Also I guess I figured that at this point, with everyone there knowing I was a cocksucker, it would not matter. But I was still nervous about how to go about initiating the sucking. I hesitated and the guy slowly left.
When I got done I also left the store, feeling all those eyes on me, some of them sneering. I was glad I did not know anyone there and that the store was not close to my home. --
But I immediately wished I had done things differently in that bathroom. Thinking back, I realized I could have pulled my keys from my pocket and dropped them on the floor by his feet, then gone to my knees to pick them up. I could have joked about being a little drunk and hesitated there with my head a foot from his cock. That should have been enough to let him know I was willing to suck him off. --
I have always had conservative associates and friends. I was married for a number of years as well. And I put this event out of my mind and lived the straight life.
But recently I have come to terms with my suppressed desires; I want to crossdress, I want to suck cock, and I want to take cock up my ass and fuck like a shemale. (An old girlfriend talked me into letting her put make up on me in college, and laughed her ass off after I let her. But it turned me on).
---- I still think back on that night when that group of guys saw me half naked on my knees, and the guy I almost blew in the bathroom afterward. A couple of small decisions made differently that night and my first blowjob would have been the beginning of a train of cocks in my mouth. That is the kind of thing people make up or that you read in fictional accounts. It came close to being real for me that night. I often wish I had sucked them all.
This story is tragic. You don't mention how long ago it was, but it sounds like you took your first step into a wonderful new world, but then let repression take over. I have to wonder how many wonderful, exciting experiences you deprived yourself of by not embracing what you really wanted?
I was excited by watching guys stroke in cruisy bathrooms in college, but convinced myself that if I didn't touch then I was still straight. I didn't take the plunge for another 20 years. First I let guys suck me off every once in a while, and loved it. Finally started sucking cock and realized that while I still love women and crave pussy, I also need to regularly suck cock! And I started experimenting with getting fucked a couple of years ago. God, I wish I could go back and tell college me to cut loose and enjoy, but now I'm definitely making up for lost time!
Something tragic happened later that just about destroyed me. I went to a bar on the Miami River and picked up a transgender. I thought perhaps a crossdresser at the time; I had never heard of TGs. She directed me to a particular motel and we got a room with a hot tub in it and the walls and ceiling were mirrored. That should have tipped me off. This was 1989.
I had a bad feeling about it. Afterward, I didn't want to repeat the experience.
A few months later I went to work on the night shift and everyone at the store was staring at me. There were a couple of girls who liked me who were crying. I spoke to people who only stared at me and talked to each other almost as if I wasn't there. Nobody would tell me what was going on. But I could tell I was the butt of a joke. I finally quit that job and moved a few states away.
I got married. But after a couple of years, a similar reaction happened at work. And again, no one would tell me anything. If my wife knew, she didn't say. I hired a PI at one point but they just told me "everyone likes you. You have no problems." I am sure there must have been photos taken of me but nobody has ever confirmed that. They must have been afraid of what I might do.
It angered me that whatever was devastating my life was deemed none of my business. I got divorced and met a girl who was nuts about me and wanted to get married. But after about a month she spoke to someone and it was like a switch flipped and she despised me and wouldn't tell me what happened other than that she had spoken to someone I used to work with, but wouldn't say what they said.
Whenever it hit again, suddenly people who had been friends looked at me like I was a different person and shunned me. I finally had to retire for a medical issue, unrelated. I never thought that could happen to someone and no one would tell them. I'm a very different person today.
I love your story. Sounds a lot like the first time I went to the arcade at an adult book store.
I totally love sucking cocks.
I do too! I sucked 2 tonight. I was hoping for a 3rd. Maybe next time.
Its not all made up. I miss the glory holes, can't find any around here. I loved showing my stockings and panties and pleasing all of the cocks offered to me, any way they wanted me. Use my mouth or ass, they filled my holes with liquid sex. Some times only one or two, other times I couldn't keep count because of my pleasure. I had guys walk in on me and look then turn and leave. I've had people line up and wait their turn.