So, the other night, I was online, on some website or another, edging and jerking. I got myself off, cleaned up, and went to bed at around 4 am. Didn't have anything to do the next day until around 7 pm.
I laid there for 45 minutes and could not go to sleep. My mind was racing. So at around 5, I got up, put on some clothes, and walked outside my apartment. I was going to walk around, but instead, I got in my car, not knowing where I'd end up. I drove around town for a few minutes, but my cock was soon pressing up against my zipper again. I knew exactly where to go. It was probably subconsciously there when I got up to get dressed. I stopped at a gas station and got on the interstate. About a half hour later, I was in the next town over, pulling into the smallest little parking lot beneath the only lit "Open" sign on the whole stretch of street. I can't even remember the name of the place...only that I'd read about it online at some point and had an idea of where it was.
I walked around the side. No other cars. I was somewhat relieved. Walking in through a door, I immediately saw a bored-looking skinny guy, his arm in a sling, behind a counter. I walked past a few racks of dildos and magazines. He asked me for my ID, which has never happened before, and as I got my wallet out, I told him I wanted to go into the arcade, and handed him a ten-dollar bill. He gave me my 3 bucks change, and I went to the right through a door, into a dim hall.
To my left were two doorways. The first went into a dark room...my eyes weren't adjusted yet. The other was a bathroom, so I figured it was the first door. I walked through, and I was in a very big room, broken up by little stalls, their walls stopping about 3 inches above the floor. I went into the booth to my right and closed the door. I sat on the bench, and listened for a minute. The place was deserted, and I was relieved again. I've only been to a couple of these places. The first and second times I went, it was a place with no doors, and I basically would stand up, put a few quarters in, pull my dick through my zipper, and pound it so quick that I'd cum in about fifteen seconds, due to the newness of it all and the feeling that someone would walk by. The third time I went in one, it was a different place with stall doors, but it was so crowded that I could barely focus on the movie above all the guys moaning throughout the room.
This was the fourth time, and it was yet ANOTHER place. The bench was wooden, unlike the last one I went to, with all the guys moaning. That one had a vinyl pad to sit on. There were no glory holes in this one, only a fogged-glass window that was about 2 feet square. On the console to the right, with the channel buttons and the bill acceptor, was a "buddy" button, and if you pushed it, and the guy in the adjacent stall pushed his, the glass would clear and you could watch each other. But like I said, this place was deserted. I actually felt more comfortable this way. I put a few coupons in the machine to my right, and the video screen in front of me lit up with the scene of some woman blowing a guy. I undid my belt, slid my pants all the way down to the floor, and felt my bare ass settle onto the cold wooden bench. I pulled my shirt off. My dick was half-hard, so I began stroking it a bit. With my left hand, I pulled on my balls and squeezed them. Felt amazing. I took a bit of a break, not wanting to cum yet (since the experience is still new, I can cum very quick if I want to). Switched up the channels, there were thirty or so of them. I finally got stuck on a channel where this beautiful latina girl was getting fucked in the ass by a guy with a big dick. I had been meaning to cycle back through to another channel that looked good, but I got held up. Back to pulling the cock.
I pumped the volume as high as it'd go to drown out the muzak that was blaring Don Henley's "Boys of Summer". Kind of a mood-killer, that one. I focused harder on the hot latina on screen, as well as the intense pressure building up in my dick and balls. I was stretched out, my knees locking and unlocking. My breathing was coming in bursts. My hand was stopping and starting, just controlling the feelings, holding back the cum. I glanced up. I had two minutes left on my credits. The guy onscreen pulled his dick out of the latina's ass and swung it around. She started sucking. I went for it myself, knowing he was about to blow. I started cumming, and felt the cum shooting up my dick. I ejaculated right as the guy started pumping streams out across the latina's face. I was shooting stream after stream across my stomach, up to my chest. It felt SO good, and so weird, to be in this place, the only guy here, with the clerk in the other room knowing what I was up to, just blowing a huge load all over myself. I pushed my dick into my underwear as the credits rolled on the porno, and put my shirt back on. It stuck to my chest. I buckled back up, let myself out of the booth, and walked back into the store. The clerk nodded at me from his magazine, and I walked out of the store.
It was 5:45 am and I drove across the street to Bojangles. Got a couple biscuits, drove the half-hour home, and slept like a baby until like 2 pm.
It was a good night. If anyone would like to hear any more of my video booth exploits, which I expect to be ongoing...let me know!

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very good story, you should be writer

yeah that does sound really hot.

It was an interesting story. I am not the type of person to wanna go into one of those places but gives people an idea of what to expect if they do go. The part about "Boys of Summer" playing was funny. Gotta like the cheezy 80's music. lol. What's scarier is I still remember the video for it. Kid is playing the drums while the movie plays on the projector behind him.

I am not the type either. I live through your exploits!

Yeah, I didn't think I'd ever be walking into the back room of an adult bookstore to jerk off in a video booth. I mean, I'd heard of the places, but never been in one. There aren't any near my house, and the idea of them had been relegated in my mind to Times Square pre-Giuliani. But I was driving down to college one day over the summer and was taking a bit of a detour between interstates, so I was on a road near a military base (so there were a lot of strip clubs, etc.) and there was this video store to my left that I glanced at. I'd passed it before on the route, but this time I noticed there was a sign outside that was advertising preview booths for 25 cents. At the next light, I hung a U-turn and doubled back. I pulled into the parking lot, my dick and balls starting to tingle with that same sort of anticipation as when you know you're about to get laid.
So I turned off the car, sat there a minute, and worked up the nerve. I walked inside. It was a one-room place and two bored-looking middle-aged clerks looked at me from over to my left as I walked in. Luckily, straight ahead was a change machine, and I went over, stuck a couple bucks in and got some quarters, and then followed a sign around a corner to the right. Down a short hallway and there was another door to the right that opened into a dim room. An older guy in a bandana, looking like a biker, was pacing up and down the right side of the room, and fucking around on a pinball machine every so often. I nodded to him and looked around. There were about three aisles of booths running purpendicular to the place he was pacing. Something struck me right then: none of the stalls had doors.
So I knew I didn't want the first row of stalls, since anyone walking into the area could kind of look into them. I went down the second row. At the end on the left was a man standing up. I had seen him walking in seconds before me. He was undoing the button of his jeans and looked at me like I had startled him. To my right and down a booth was a middle-aged businessman in a shirt and tie. He was sitting fully-clothed on the bench, just looking at some porn.
I walked back out of that aisle and went to the one in the far back, where nobody would probably come. I wanted to follow it all the way back to the wall, but in the last booth, I saw a hand hanging out with a cigarette. I took the one before it. Stepping up into the booth, the seat was right there to my left and the video screen to my right. Basically you're just sitting there with the right wall open, you know? I was a bit sketched out, and on the wall across the aisle was a red sign that said "Sexual Conduct or Solicitation Will Not Be Tolerated" and I got scared for a second. But then I just sat there and listened. There was this chorus of muffled porn coming from the different booths, and I was pretty sure some of the male moans weren't coming from the videos. I could hear cigarette-guy in the stall in front of me groaning and I imagined some skinny trucker sitting there with his pants around his ankles, just stroking his cock. The thought of all these guys in the room doing that just kind of got me hot. A bit new, kind of sketchy, somewhat dangerous if I paid attention to the sign...
So I put a few quarters in the machine and bought myself like 3 minutes of time. I figured the bouncer or whoever was playing pinball wouldn't come down the back aisle, and my main threat of getting caught would be if cigarette-guy finished and left. Somehow, I didn't think he'd be going anywhere for a while.
I can't even remember what was on the TV at the time. I don't think it mattered. No wait, it was some close-up of a cock going in and out of a pussy. I had my dick out in a flash, my pants unbuttoned, fly down. I didn't think it'd do too well to cum on myself, so I stood up and went to town, keeping an ear on cigarette-guy's stall to make sure I didn't hear him packing up.
When I put my hand on my hard cock to start stroking, it was like I was starting at the beginning of my orgasm already. About fifteen seconds later, I shot my load out onto the floor. It felt great. Wasn't a huge wad, but it was a few sizeable puddles between my legs on the blue formica. I kind of looked at it for a second, just thinking about the biker-bouncer guy having to mop it up later that evening, and I smiled. I stuffed my cock back into my pants and walked out past the bouncer, out through the main room again and back to my car. I could feel that post-orgasm cum leaking out of my dick into my underwear. I knew I'd have to ride with it there for another three hours. That was okay with me.
So I was only in town for school maybe two days. It was just a weekend. Driving back home, I stopped at the place again. I had been horny the whole way home thinking about it. I still had some of the quarters in my pockets from the first time. I pulled in, dick very hard and throbbing again, and walked in the store. Different clerks. Went back to the video room again, and it was packed. There were no booths on the back row free, and the middle row each had a booth adjacent to another, and there were guys in every other one, kind of catty-cornered from each other. I would have had to sit right opposite a guy and do my thing, which I wasn't into, so I took the aisle that opened sort of out to the room. A bit of an elevated danger level.
Standing up, I unzipped myself with my left hand and put some quarters in with the right. More anonymous porn. I switched channels to something better, a three-way I think, and went at my dick, jerking fast and hard. Again, it was like my orgasm started right as I began stroking. I blew my load in around 30 seconds and it was a bit more explosive this time. There was quite a big white stream on the floor where several strings had hit. I looked at it and smiled as I tucked myself back in. Left the store again, and haven't been back since.

Thanks for sharing SpunkMaster.

I too have jerked off in an adult theater. This adult theater in a small town off the major highway has a room where you choose what video you want to watch. There was a fat woman behind the desk, which was interesting (Maybe would've been less weird if it was a guy). I was so nervous, I didn't know what to choose so I just grabbed a movie. There was a guy who walked in while I was browsing the movies, he went straight for the bathroom. This one had private rooms w/ locks on the door, I wondered if people ever jerked off together there. I like, spunkmaster, went into the room pulled out my cock and went to town. I know there was a guy getting blown by a chick on the vid but didn't pay too much attention to what was going on. I hadn't blown a load in so many days, I was ready to cum the second I pulled my cock out. I got the trash can closer, jerked it a few mins, and blew into the trash can. I then pulled up my pants and walked out. Outside the rooms, there was a sink and papertowels to wash your hands. It was an exhilarating experience.

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ah, to resurrect an old one...

i've been bad today.
i was driving back from va to nc to get back to school for the winter term, and since i've been aware of video booths, i know there are several spots along the way that i can visit. so today, i stopped by a little place (actually the one i've been to before w/o doors) to check it out. i pulled into the parking lot. one other car, which i figured to be the clerk. i walked in, with a few quarters already in hand, and figured i could go to the back row and do my business undisturbed. as i rounded the corner into the back room, i noticed two guys talking - a white guy and a black guy. i passed them, turned the corner and headed back to the farthest booth, the one i mentioned in an earlier post that had the guy with the cigarette in it. well, it turns out this booth is a dollars-only booth because it has the buddy feature, the frosted glass that clears when the occupant on each side hits the "buddy" button. i'm still a bit weirded out by having someone in a place like that watch me choke the chicken, with all the cops these days. so i went into the second-to-last place. i put in two quarters and bought two minutes. my hand went down my waistband as i listened for the two guys talking. one of them sounded like he left. i was working on my cock while standing up, having yet to expose it to the air, when i heard a noise and peeked into the hallway. a white guy in his late 60's or so rolled into a booth across the way and back a bit. i wasn't sure if he'd be able to see me whacking off. at this point, i didn't care. only had a couple minutes. i kept fondling my cock in my pants as i watched a woman on screen getting bukkaked. that always turns me on, and my cock was tingling and feeling under pressure, as the cum was churning in my groin. just then, the black guy, who i suppose moderates this arcade or whatever, strolled back, stopped by my booth to look at me, and it was very obvious what i'm doing. i panicked a bit, since the sign does forbid sexual conduct, but it's a fucking preview booth so whatever. my hand was in my pants moving around, jerking my cock. he was just looking at me. i looked over at him and said, "what's up, man?" and continued to jerk inside my pants. he kind of gazed at my pants, up at me, back at my thumping groin. weird. then he slowly walked away, keeping his head back, and kind of hanging it around the side of the door as he walked away. it was kind of weird, like he was checking me out. i listened to him walk away, and my cock was throbbing, so i undid my zipper, let it out, and it drooled a bit of stringy cum on the floor. i shoved my hard-on back into my pants and got the fuck out, noticing that the old guy in the adjacent stall was just standing up, hands at his sides.
i was still horny.
so about three hours along in the trip, i was in nc, and they've got better arcades. i stopped at this place (yet again, the earlier place that was deserted all the times i've been, but that was always in the middle of the night and this was around 7:15 this evening. i walked in, paid my 7 bucks and got the little coupons. again, i was the only person in the place. i was a little bummed, because had someone been in there, and in one of the buddy booths, i may have taken the adjacent one and put on a show. i had a plan and everything. get into the adjacent booth, hit my buddy button before any clothes came off, and see if the other person had hit their button. if they had, and i hit mine, the glass would clear immediately, and i could see if he was jacking off. if he was, then i could feel safe in pulling mine out and going to town, because cops don't show themselves, i would imagine.
no such luck, though, so i took an empty booth and started the show, relegating myself to a nice, slow stroke session. i took the booth i took because there was a fresh, wet puddle of semen on the floor and it kind of turned me on to see it. but i actually got a bit sketched out as i tried to step over it and around it, not to mention drop trou and not let the pants sit in it. i had to, in the end, half-drop the pants and sit bare-assed on the bench, knees spread, so the pants wouldn't drop in the cum.
this place had like 40 channels of porn, half of which are gay, and that does nothing for me. but none of the straight porn in there was very good. i ended up finding an okay one where a latina girl was sucking this guy's dick. it was pretty hot, so i began stroking my cock lightly. i could feel the waves of pleasure starting distant at first, and building fast. i actually kind of brought myself to the brink a few times, just sat and edged for about ten minutes, then stood up so i could let my nut fly all over the floor with the other puddle, and i actually fired a great, beautiful, sticky, fat shot right on the screen of the monitor! it felt SO good and SO dirty. my fucking cock just shot stream after stream as i moaned loudly to the empty room. i felt the warm stickiness drip down my hand as well, onto my balls. felt like i was pulling this load from way back near my asshole, and my pc muscles were contracting so hard i almost got a cramp! i tucked myself away, pulled my pants up, surveyed the damage, smiled, and left.
i love my dick.

lol that sounds amazing, you hsould have took pictures of the "damage"

Hey dude - i sure would like to hear about them. Where can we talk?

So after reading your story I ventured into a porn video store near my work that has stalls where you put in dollars to watch their channels, in between each stall there are 2 holes. the other day I went in and saw a dude in the one next to me going at it, he had a pretty big dick. Between seeing him and the flicks I blew my load in the corner, whem i turned around the guy who had been jerking off is down at the hole flicking his tongue at me, I said "Just came pal" but he stayed there so I figured what the hell, he can suck the rest of my jizz, so I stuck my dick in and let him go at it for about a min, i wiped up and left.

As soon as I got home I doused my dick with rubbing alcohol just in case.

I rember the first time I went in a adult arcade. I didn't even know what a Glory hole was. The booth I was in had one on each side. After a few minutes the guy next to me shoved his cock through the hole on the right side of me.It was the fattest cock I have ever seen. It was about four inches long but as fat as a coke bottle. I didn't know what to do. It scared the hell out of me. After about a minute or so he pulled it back through. He was then motioning for me to put my cock through. I wasn't sure it was a good idea. I waited for a minute or two then stood up and put just the head of my cock through the hole.He ran his fingers over and around the head of my cock and it felt great. I slowly shoved more and more of dick in the hole. I felt him put some lotion on my shaft and he really started stroking me. I started to cum all over the place. He keep on stroking my now limp cock for some time. I finally pulled my dick back through the the hole and zipped up. I looked back into the next booth and he had already left.That was one of the best hand jobs I've ever had. that was over twenty years ago. I still go to the arcades even today.