I was 19 and in a used bookstore in a town I went to college in in Kansas. I spent most of my time looking for good sci-fi or good recent fiction but they had a few shelves near the front where the owner could keep an eye on them. That was where the Beeline novels were and the stacks of old Hustlers and Playboys. You could browse all you wanted, but the owner was always nearby, presumably to avoid theft and ‘bad behavior’.
I’d been in often enough that he didn’t pay much attention to me. I wasn’t much of a threat to his stock. So when I spent a few minutes near the adult shelves, he barely gave me a second look. I always paid for my purchases and sometimes that’s where they came from.
On this particular day I think I had a couple of adult westerns and some old Heinleins, or something like that. My usual. And now I was looking at the ‘good stuff’. I picked out an old Hustler to jerk off to back in the dorm and took that and my other books to the counter.
The owner looked at my stack and asked, “Want to see something special?”
“Sure.”.
He reached under the counter and pulled out three of the real porno mags. Full penetration, money shots, the whole deal. I’d never seen one up close. This was Kansas after all. Early 80s. He flipped it open and there they were, guys, gals, fuckin’ and suckin’. I was hard almost immediately. Which he noticed.
Now I was pretty shy about the subject of masturbation. This was the early 80s. Guys who did that were called names and they made fun of each other. Even those of us who sometimes jerked off with a friend. We all did it. We just didn’t talk about. it. So when he said, “Ever see anything like that?” I said, “No.” To which he replied, “Sure would be good to jack off to. You must do it a lot, you buy enough magazines.”
I was 19. He was maybe mid 30s, and kinda creepy. Getting creepier by the minute.
“Nah. Got a steady girlfriend who takes care of all of that for me.” A lie.
He chuckled. He could tell I was lying. “Well I do.”
He casually reached over, flipped the Out to Lunch sign, locked the deadbolt, and stepped out from behind the counter, blocking any thought I might have of unlocking the door.
Looking me squarely in the eye, he unzipped himself. He pointed at me and said, “Would you like to? She’s not here.”
It was summer and I was wearing cut off jeans and no underwear. It was obvious I was aroused.
“Ummmmm. I .. . . uhhhhh”
He reached into his slacks and pulled out his own penis. I know now that it wasn’t huge. It was on the small side of average, in fact. But it was bright red and throbbing. I had no explanation for why my own got harder when I saw that, but it did. He went back around the counter and turned the page on the magazine. “C’mon.”. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, then turned another page. Then he reached out, hooked a finger in my belt loop, and said it again. “C’mon.”
When I was closer, he lowered my zipper and undid the button. Parting the waistband, he pulled out my cock. “Niiiiiiiice! Lemme see you touch it.”
I looked at the magazine, looked at his eyes, now locked on my cock, and I did as he asked. I was blushing and shy and watching his cock bounce as it throbbed. I took hold of my own and gave it a stroke.
“I knew you’d be into this,”
He turned another page and I distinctly remember the scene. Two young women, one doggy style while the other was on her back, legs spread, the first girl’s face buried in her pussy. Behind the first was a burly man, hands tight around her waist, obviously buried in her.
“Ever see anything like that?”
“No.”. And I hadn’t. I’d still yet to experience my first threesome and this was my first real porno mag.
“How you feeling down there?”
“Uh, yeah.”
I was still shy and he was focusing an awful lot on me instead of the magazine.
“Here. Let me help you.”. He stepped behind me and giving my shorts a push, they fell to my feet. He pressed himself up against me and feel him hard against the cheek of my ass. I jumped.
“Hey. Hey. I’m not into guys!”
He shushed me and I could feel his breath against my shoulder. He reached around me and took hold of my cock, which grew harder, to my consternation. Then he began to stroke me. And it felt so good.
The pages turned, the young women on the pages took turns taking that fat cock in every orifice, the hand on me began to stroke harder and within a minute or two, I was shooting a puddle of cum onto the hardwood of the floor. When I did, his cock, now sliding up and down in the crack of my ass, pushed up tight against my asshole, without penetrating, and I could feel it pushing, pushing out his cum against my hole.
“Ahhhhh, daaaaaamn, daaaaaaaamn,” he whispered in my ear.
Reaching under the counter, he took out a roll of paper towels and handed it to me. “Here you go.”
I stepped out of my shorts, now dotted with cum, and standing with my feet spread wide, I began to clean up the cum that was running down my thighs. He stood in front of me, naked from the waist down, still semi-erect, still dripping. He’d shot an enormous load and didn’t look like he was done. “Damn that’s hot. You sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry about the mess. Yeah. No. I’ve never done anything like this.”
“Wanna do it again?”
“What?”. I was nervous and shy and didn’t know yet that I was bi.
“Wanna do it again?” He took a stack of probably a dozen more magazines out from under the counter. “I have time if you do. It’s my store. I can be closed all day if I want to. And I kinda want to.”
He was fat, and sweaty, and balding. Wore thick glasses, had a small cock, and he was leering. He smelled of cheap soap and Old Spice, and cum. If I had been out looking for guys, I doubt he was what I’d have looked for. I know he wouldn’t have been. But I’d never looked for a guy. Far as I knew, I was straight, except for a few experiences when I was younger. To me, him and that twig of his were pretty okay. On the rare occasions I want to be with a guy all these years later, I still prefer chubby, geeky, men, small cocks are a plus.
“Uh. I have class this afternoon. Summer classes. College. Sophomore. Like to be a junior. You know. Girlfriend later. Movie. Can’t. But thanks. Thanks. Gotta go.” Honestly, I was making up excuses. I knew I liked what had happened and sure, I wouldn’t mind doing it again. But here? This was a public store. Broad daylight. People had been walking past that locked door the whole time. And this guy had just locked me in his store for sexual purposes and jacked me off. That couldn’t have been legal, could it?
“Tell you what. I close at 8.”. He knelt down and licked the head of my cock, which was rising. His was already hard. “I close at 8. Be here when I close,” his hand slid up my leg and his index finger touched and tickled my asshole, “I’ve got these magazines and more in the office. We can have a really good time.”. His finger pressed a little harder. “You can bring that girlfriend of yours if you like.”
“I. . . uh . . . I don’t have a girlfriend,”
“Yeah. I didn’t think so.” His finger slipped into me to the small knuckle and I was as hard as I ever would be again. He gave me one more flick of his tongue and pulled his finger from my backside. “No one to jerk you off. Shame.” His finger slipped back in to the second knuckle and his mouth was around my cock to the root.
And I missed class.
