The Peep Show

by LC About 10 years ago I had the opportunity to work in Miami for several months on a design project. I was excited about the project and also about spending the bulk of the winter out of the northeast. In a very short period of time I came to really enjoy all that Miami had to offer and I especially enjoyed the people that I was working with on this project. The group of co-workers that I befriended were mostly young engineers, designers like myself, and female assistants. Typical of any close working office group, we all enjoyed going out for drinks on Friday night after a long week. I became sports buddies with the guys going to Dolphin and UM games and there was some flirtations with a couple of the female staffers, but nothing really came of it. Besides, I had a sort-of steady girlfriend in New York City who I was now intensely lusting for after being in Miami for over a month. With the project that I was working on and her equally demanding job we planned to see each other in the "coming months" and that wasn't helping me at all. One Friday night, after some collegial drinking, I found myself in search of some form of erotica. Not knowing the Miami area all that well I did a lot of driving around, mostly in shitty areas looking for an adult book store or peep shop. My intention was to pick up a magazine or to catch a peep and then go back to my corporate apartment and beat-off. Eventhough I was 26 years old, I didn't have a lot of adult book store experience, but certainly know what was inside. The book store that I found was on a busy road near the Miami airport. I saw an arrow that pointed to "entrance in rear" and I pulled in. I was a little nervous, but I had some drinks in me and, more importantly, I was horney as all hell. From a dark parking lot I entered a very bright room lined with magazine shelves divided by interests , toys, sealed paperbacks, videos, and in the far side of the room a dark hallway that led to the peeps. There was about a half-dozen guys milling about the magazines but as I browsed I really want to see the peeps. I made my way over to the hallway, put two bucks into the token machine and entered the hallway. At first glance the hallway appeared to have about eight peeps, but about half-way down another hallway branced out and there had to be at least a dozen more doors. The hallway was truly dark and I could not read the posters (management commands and film descriptions) taped to the walls but I could clearly see that the larger hallway was full of men all sort of hanging out and checking everyone out. Some would go in the booths, others would just be standing around. There was little conversation - just hanging out. The red lights for booth occupancy were also very visible, so I went back toward the entrance and went into the first open door that I saw. It was a cramped, wood pannelled booth with a yellow token dispenser with two slots on my right and a white area for a screen on the back of the door. There was the dominant smell of disinfectant in the air but that barely covered the odor of come and given all of these atmospherics, the place oozed sex. I put a token into one of the slots and immediatly the projector came to life and before me were two guys in a gym locker room, naked, one guy blowing the other one. Now, let it be said right here that I am "straight" and what I really wanted to see was some pussy and straight fucking, but I figured that I could put up with this stuff for the 20 or so seconds that a token lasted. The projector, naturally, lit up the booth and I was able to see for the first time show shitty the confines were - no amount of cleaning fluid would ever be able to clean up the come that was no engrained into the floor - whatever the hell material that was made of. There was also one large shot of come, no doubt recent, that was placed almost directly between my feet. It was as I saw the large drop of wad that I noticed the large hole in the wall on my left that gave a good view of the occupied booth. By leaning over only slightly I was able to see the guy in the next booth pumping his hard cock. I couldn't see whether he had any pants on, but his upper legs and ass and his cock were clearly exposed. I leaned back for fear that he may have seen me watching him - and he did. The next thing I knew I saw the plastic rim of an eyeglass looking at me, and then at the film that I was watching. My film loop was over so I put another token in the slot and continued with the locker room suck-off. As the film began I took another glance at the hole and what I saw was this guy's cock and balls stuffed through the hole. His cock was clearly erect, but on the smallish side, and his balls were strained due to the dimensions of the hole. His meat was brown, brown as if the guy was Spanish - which makes sense given the fact that I was in Miami - but what I think turned me on was the fact that he was so hard. I didn't know what to do. Should I touch it, should I lick it, should I just take it in my mouth like the guy in the film was doing. Without a lot of thinking I touched it. It was warm, it was hard, his bag was soft, and I ran my hand all over his cock and balls. The film needed another token, I put one in, and then I left - right then and there. I almost ran out of the place to my car and then I sat there for a couple of minutes thinking about what I just did and, more frightening to me, what I wanted to do. On the drive back to my apartment my head was spinning - was I now gay, did I really want to touch this guy's dick and why did I touch it, should I have sucked him, should I have taken my cock out - all of these thoughts filled my head. As soon as I entered my apartment, I locked the door, took off my clothes, and stood in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom with the lights off. I saw my image in the mirror, lit only by the lamp in the living room, and I started beating my hard cock, imaging that I was back in that booth showing that guy my thick cock and how much I could shoot. With only those images in my mind, and my dim reflection, I came in less than a minute. My come spewed out - onto the mirror, on the wall, on my legs and feet and even after I pounded the last drop out of my balls I still kept pumping my cock, all the while watching myself in the mirror. The next day was Saturday and the first thought that I had was that I was going back to that bookstore. I wanted to beat-off again, but I decided save my load for that night. I made all the mental preparations during the day - I would go to the store about the same time as I did the night before - 11 PM - I would wear shorts and no underwear, I would buy enough tokens so there would be no runs back to the token machine, and I would have a couple of stiff drinks for courage. At 11 PM on a Saturday the store was busier than a Friday night with more cars in the lot, more guys looking at the magazines, including some girlfriends, and, of course, the peeps were very busy. I bought some tokens, but a quick look down the hallway was discouraging. There was just too many people hanging around and I didn't want to get into that mix of people. Not only that, there were also a number of black guys and latinos, and that was a scene that I wasn't into either. This wasn't a race question to me but rather one of what I had in mind -this experience - or at least the experience that my fantasy was based on, was about a generic white guy. My courage held up but I retreated to the magazine racks to see what may happen with the crowd. I stood in front of the girl-girl section, a lot of shaved pussy and toys, and I looked over at the "gay" section and I saw this white guy poking around the cock magazines. He was a tall bearded guy, late 30's, good physical shape, well groomed with casual slacks and a button down shirt, and, for some reason to me, he looked like an educated guy. A peak over to the hallway found a group of five young guys leave in a pack and I took this as my cue to head back to the peeps. At the same time the bearded guy made a similar move. He was in front of me in the hallway and opend the second door on the right - the door opened but there was someone in it standing there beating his dick. The bearded guy quickly closed the door and turned to me with a humorous look on his face and said, "I guess the lock is broken." I returned a quick smile. He entered the next booth and I then saw that the booth next to that one, the last one of this side of the hallway was open as well. I went in, closed the door, put the token in the "gay" slot and waited to see what was going to happen. The projector came on displaying a guy getting fucked in the ass while he leaned against a pick-up truck somewhere in the great western outdoors. The projector light also showed a room just as shitty as the room I was in the night before, but this wall too had a glory hole and it was larger and better shaped. I leaned over and looked directly into the bearded guy's booth. He was standing in front of the glory hole pumping up his cock that was pointing out of his white jockey shorts. He knew he had an audience and taking his hands off his dick for a moment, he pulled down his pants and shorts proudly displaying a semi-hard cock that had some impressive length and a bag that was hung with both body heat and, no doubt, weight. With his left hand working his bag and his right hand pumping his rod, he needed only a dozen strokes to have a full standing rod. He took his hand off his bag and put it on the edge of the hole. Without knowing the unspoken language of backroom sex or gay encounters, I fully understood that he wanted to see my cock. I dropped my shorts but I didn't need any pumping as I was as hard as I ever was. I pumped myself just to show him that I was hard and that I was hung thick. His hand probed the hole again and I stepped forward allowing him to touch me. He went right for my balls in a grip that was tight, but not harmful as if he were trying to determine size, weight, overall dimension. He worked his hand to the base of my cock and then followed the shaft to the head - all the while with this same firm grip. His hand traced back just beyond the head where my shaft is its thickest and he gripped that with his forefinder and his thumb. He squeezed gently a few times and then he started to pump my shaft. It was an amazing sensation getting pumped off by someone who really knew how to handle a cock. I enjoyed it for over a minute, perhaps two, but he then withdrew his hand. I heard tokens entering his slot and I did the same putting the rest of the tokens from my pants into the slot - I did not want any distractions. I turned from the slot to the hole just as he was putting his cock through the whole and then using his hands and some effort, pushed his bag through the hole as well. The projector provided the perfect light for me to examine this almost perfect cock. It was long, shit it was long, maybe nine inches possibly longer, not a lot of girth, some vein ridges along the shaft, a cut head that was, for lack of a better description, "handsome," and it was curved. I didn't notice the curve when he was pumping himself but I up close there was a definite curve upward just past the half-way part of his shaft. I grabbed his cock with both hands in a gentle stroke. His foreskin was loose so he was easy to stroke and I began a steady stroke with both hands. I figured that I would pump him off and by the way he was responding to my strokes I didn't think it would take too long before he was shooting. But while I was pumping I kept looking at this perfect cock-head which was inches from my face and it was then, without a lot of thought and just the rush of emotion and pure lust, that I lowered my mouth onto his cock. I tasted the warm flesh and felt the whole dimension of the head in my mouth. I liked how it tasted, immediatly. I tried to take more of it in my mouth but I couldn't master the curve of his cock, but I kept trying. My mouth was working a quarter of his dick while my hands pumped the rest. I moved a hand down to his balls and that is what set him off. I felt a gush in my mouth. I know what my come tastes like and this was come - hotter in temperature than his cock, that slightly salty taste that is at first offensive but then strangly pleasant, and all the while having the consistancy of some strange sushi or syrup. I didn't plan on swallowing anyone in my fantasy, but what the fuck, this was o.k. I was prepared to take the whole load, but in his frenzy he pulled out of my mouth a bit only to try to pump back in and I mis-aligned my mouth to his cock. No matter, my hands were still pumping him and I was in the perfect position to watch his fireworks. I took his lite pre-cum shot in my mouth, but the first heavy load of sperm came out in a string that landed on my cheek, shirt and floor. The second shot went into the darkness, and the third shot creamed his head. I pumped some of that off and I decided to go back to sucking and I cleaned his head with my tongue, taking in some shaft, all the while feeling his cock deflate in my mouth. He pulled out of my mouth and back through the hole. I wiped my mouth, and face with my shirt, and then felt the tug of his hand on my very hard cock. He went down to my balls again and I used this as my signal to start beating off - I had to get a nut off. His tug became firm and he drew me toward the hole. I surrendered my grip and put my cock and balls through the hole and into his mouth. God, he knew how to suck a dick ! His mouth worked my head and shaft and one hand worked the shaft. I was gone. I came quickly and long. I felt my prostate pump as I drained myself into this guy's mouth and, unlike my rookie effort, he took every drop. I leaned against the wall with little strength left in my legs. His sucking and hand work slowed - his mouth on my cock after I shot was incredible almost to the point of stunning me. I felt the hand and mouth withdraw followed shortly thereafter with the sound of his door opening. I pulled my limp dick back through the hole, almost embarrased that anyone new coming into the booth would see me. I sat on the small bench until the last of my tokens was used up and then I pulled up my shorts and left. The hallway was crowded but there were no eyes on me, only the newly unoccupied booth, and I walked out of the book store. The rush, the buzz of that evening stayed with me for a long time - hell, even today. I never went back to that book store though I have been to others without incident. I was afraid of what I would do if I saw that bearded guy again and besides - I keep telling myself - I'm straight. Would I suck that guy again, would I let him suck me again - sure. Regrets - none. Would I even consider allowing this guy, who was obviously experienced in sex with men, to "show me the ropes" of fucking and advanced sucking and whatever else there may be out there - possibly. But I never tested that side of me because I'm very comfortable with who I am or at least who I think I am. I still love being with women and all that entails, but on those nights when I am hard and I search for a memory that is a "sure thing" I think of this bearded guy putting his long curved dick through a dark hole and into the light and what I might do with it.