The back room of the adult bookstore reeked of bleach, sweat, and sin. Perfect. I stepped into the narrow booth, the one with the hole cut clean through the wall, waist-high, edges worn smooth from too many c***s before mine.
I locked the door, dropped a twenty in the slot, and the screen lit with porn I wasn’t really watching. My focus was on the wall. The hole stayed dark for a long minute, my d**k already heavy in my jeans, straining against the zipper. I unzipped, wrapped a hand around my c**k, and stroked slow and lazy, teasing pulls that left it slick and hard in my fist.
A soft knock tapped the other side. Then a hand appeared fingers curling in a come here motion.
“About f*****g time,” I muttered, stepping forward and feeding my c**k through the hole. Cool air hit the tip befor
