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Remember a time before the internet? Bookstores were our source of knowledge
I would visit bookstores to search for images and stories that were too taboo for the public library. Often the "pornography" was found in a back corner of the bookstore, the magazines wrapped in plastic and Playgirl being the sole selection featuring nude men. Taking that magazine to the counter to purchase was basically outing yourself to everyone in the store that day - I enjoyed that.
On occasion I would travel to a larger town and make my way to a true adult bookstore. Walking in the door my excitement was palpable and my blood was pumping. Nothing quite like being twenty and horny. Although I would ultimately purchase magazines, the visit itself was more of an opportunity to meet other men with like desires. Low lights, curtained booths and anonymous sex.
I remember meeting a grandfather on one of my first visits. As I peaked through the glory hole he was eager to unbutton his jeans and expose his bulging jockstrap. A jockstrap is a homoerotic wet dream to me. So I was eager to jack off as I sucked him through the thin wall separating us. I sucked, I swallowed and I came... on the floor that I was kneeling on. I remember him whispering 'thank you' as we exited at the same time.
If only that bookstore was still open... I would like to visit for more knowledge
I would visit bookstores to search for images and stories that were too taboo for the public library. Often the "pornography" was found in a back corner of the bookstore, the magazines wrapped in plastic and Playgirl being the sole selection featuring nude men. Taking that magazine to the counter to purchase was basically outing yourself to everyone in the store that day - I enjoyed that.
On occasion I would travel to a larger town and make my way to a true adult bookstore. Walking in the door my excitement was palpable and my blood was pumping. Nothing quite like being twenty and horny. Although I would ultimately purchase magazines, the visit itself was more of an opportunity to meet other men with like desires. Low lights, curtained booths and anonymous sex.
I remember meeting a grandfather on one of my first visits. As I peaked through the glory hole he was eager to unbutton his jeans and expose his bulging jockstrap. A jockstrap is a homoerotic wet dream to me. So I was eager to jack off as I sucked him through the thin wall separating us. I sucked, I swallowed and I came... on the floor that I was kneeling on. I remember him whispering 'thank you' as we exited at the same time.
If only that bookstore was still open... I would like to visit for more knowledge