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Topic created by Solomon
on Sat, 1 May 2021 at 20:45

Solomon said on Sat, 1 May 2021 at 20:45...

An interesting thread (yes..they do exist!) can be found at "The War on Fun" Roger, Nitritespecialist, Harry, and Captain Dildo made interesting reading!

Anyone care to share their stories of glory holes, escorts, bookstores, and the glory days of sex, before COVID, the internet, and all that came after?

This sort of thing I have in mind:

"I like to see hot handsome wholesome manly tattoo less white hunks get clobbered with a giant black or white real pecker."

Yes indeed!

John Rechy style if you like...City of The Night.

PuzzleMaster said on Mon, 3 May 2021 at 08:14...

What happens in bookstores? You mean like cruising for guys in Hatchards? Which section is best. It is true that most cruising goes on online these-days and there is no "atmosphere". If you read Joe Orton's Prick Up Your Ears then you get a good feel for what it was like, the film is good too.

Captain Dildo said on Thu, 6 May 2021 at 04:38...

I still cruise. I only use online forums to read the cruising comments and reviews of video arcades. I personally use Squirt.org but I wouldn't pay for it. They're pretty shady and will ban you for the most ridiculous thing like saying a clerk at a store shouts at customers. I know it's crazy but don't pay for that site. It still has good cruising comments. I love the seedy atmosphere of adult video arcades and theaters. The first time I ever tried poppers was Jungle Juice. Some guy I was about to blow said try this and I said no because I thought it was some type of knock out drug. LOL! Well this was in the good old PWD Joe Miller days so everything I bought at the bookstore was great. My favorite store has the rooms with the frosted glass windows which can be defrosted with the push of a button next to the arcade channel changer. I love to get naked in a room and get fucked up on poppers and throw the blowjob signal to a guy who shows me his dick in the window. He comes over and gets a bomb ass blowjob. Me, I get to gargle cum, hit my poppers then swallow the load.

PuzzleMaster said on Thu, 6 May 2021 at 20:43...

Squirt is a new one on me, it seems you must sign up for a free trial. Those old school cinemas were the place! yeah...the films seemed better in those days! Who remembers Jeff Stryker! I hate "online cruising" I am not interested in talk...I wanna see the real meat and taste it...not chat about it, or see pictures. I gotta say I had my very first time out of one of those darkly lit places...wow the thrill was super intense! The guy (a cute muscular latino student) is burned in my memory forever! He looked good in daylight too...we went back to his place and concluded our business! I am not one for cottaging or public parks; but seedy places (as CaptainD says) with dim lights and blue movies are great. Can't get that atmosphere online! I also like Go-Go Bars :-)

latino4ever said on Sat, 8 May 2021 at 15:42...

you like Mexican guys??

PuzzleMaster said on Sun, 16 May 2021 at 20:00...

Certainly...why not! I also like Mexican food, not the Tex-Mex stuff but the authentic grub that a posh girl on TV cooks these-days.

SWISS TONY said on Tue, 25 May 2021 at 14:26...

That would be Ms. Thomasina Miers I believe? I like the lady, she has distinction and breeding. I would certainly not decline the opportunity to get my face in her Papadzules.

Estrogel said on Thu, 27 May 2021 at 09:45...

There was an arc of activity that started at some point in the late '60's or early '70's I guess, which was all before my time, but when we got to the early '80's into the mid-'90's, the bookstore scene was blistering hot...

No, we didn't have the HD video, sometimes it was just short film clips one after another, but when VHS hit the booths turned into playgrounds. Some places the smell of that aromatic pink disinfectant soap used for mopping the floors was only overwhelmed by the cloud of poppers. I swear I'd get a light contact high just sitting in a booth. Some places only had standing booths with curtains also, no seats...

I'd end up back there with a handful of tokens or quarters in my heels and skirt and omg I often wonder at my sheer bravery to make it from my house, across town, out of my car, through the parking lot, into the bright fluorescents, to the front counter, buy a bottle, exchange the cash for tokens, and then beyond the red velvet curtains into the lurid neon darkness of men and gurls so fucking horny they could barely contain themselves...and not for long...

Getting the plastic wrapper off the bottle without either losing or breaking a #@&! nail and getting that first hit was a delicate sort of victory...because then the sheer nerves transformed into unstoppable LUST. Of course...I didn't think I looked too bad or I never would have left the fucking house! Yes, I looked like a tranny whore...but a GOOD one...Lol...but once my pulse went 0-60 in a few seconds I KNEW I looked like a shimmering fuckdoll to every slavering guy and dripping cock in the place.

In the '80's the trans scene was really still just developing...so I took my cues from the trashiest porn starlets...I mean, if you wanted a purely gay scene you didn't go to a bookstore...there were places for that...I never saw anyone on the lookout for what color my handkerchief was, you know? The gay scene had always been more organized...tacitly approved out there 'somewhere'...so you could just go to gay bars or cruise, etc...but in the bookstores anything went...some were more gay than others, but many had all types...

At a standing booth you'd step in, slide the curtain closed, plonk a few tokens, and look down into a viewer...and in about a minute you had visitors, hands, lips, people reaching in, groping, caressing, kneeling, they'd be lifting my skirt, taking me in their mouths, working up to fingering me, pulling out a tube of KY...and I'd be trembling like a leaf, over the moon high and hot and then a bottle would be under my nose and then it would be me kneeling and maybe I'd be working one cock in my hand and the other in my mouth and my god, it was filthy and hot and there would be a certain point at which I knew I was trapped by my own design...that I was beyond the point of no return...

...and I was going to HAVE to MAKE them cum, that they wouldn't accept anything less...and that I understood my place and that was WHY I was there...to take them in my hands and mouth and ass and use everything, let them use me to make them cum...and if I didn't end up cumming myself while I was in there...I might literally be HARD for the longest time...unable to stop thinking and feeling that helpless sensation of LUST...

FUCK, it was HOT!! There was a MUCH more intense feeling of it all being VERY taboo at the time, a restricted, hidden, shameful activity and not nearly as open as all the endless porn sexuality is now...I swear to God I thought my heart would beat right out of my shaved chest with guys sucking my nipples and spit-roasting me and feeding me poppers...I would look down on the dark floor while someone held a bottle under my nose and I would see the puddle of my own drool reflecting the blacklights while some huge black guy would be pumping me from behind and ohmigod at the time I was really SO slender and my arms were so thin I just thought I might get split in half...

Mostly what I saw and bought was RUSH back then but every now and then I saw no-label bottles that had a different hit and that was just popper-pig territory where you might have me and two or even three guys at a standing booth or me and a guy in a sitting booth with one chair and a bench and a gloryhole with a sliding door. Some places you had to lock the door because it was policy, but you would catch somebody's eye on the way in and go in together, or maybe talk to someone through the hole then let them in, and then another person would stick their cock through the hole...

My first ever blowjob was actually two at the same time while being fed poppers in a seated booth with the glowing screen playing shemale loops while I literally fumbled my way through and learned how to suck right then and there, first smearing both cocks with KY from my tube and sucking the medium sized white guy who slipped into the booth with me and alternating with my first black cock (BIG...but not huge, thank God...)...which came through the hole...I was poking and pressing and jabbing them together at the cockhole smearing their precum together...

...sucking both knobs back and forth and drooling all over my ripped pantyhose with my hands and mouth full of pre-cum and KY jelly and I started sliding both cocks around each other around and around and kissing them, getting my lipstick everywhere, all over their swollen heads and smeared all over my face and my white guy just feeding me poppers on and on and on...

...and then I felt them each at different times kind of stiffen up in a different tighter new excited way like they were swelling and then the guy in the booth with me was breathing fast and grabbing my head and pushing shoving thrusting his balls up to my chin back and forth on my tongue and I swear he was SWELLING up in my throat and gagging me and then he started humping and cumming into my mouth and throat while I was jacking off the black cock in the gloryhole and he started stiffening up just listening...

...then my white guy got sensitive and yanked from my mouth spattering semen all and spit all over my face as I plunged my mouth over the black gloryhole stranger's prick and GAGGED it against the back of my throat and then back off again and and started rapidlysqueezing jacking jerking jacking him off as his hips were bumping against the other side of the wall and ohmigod I was SO HIGH, gasping sputtering putting my plump smeared lips up to his bloated black cock as he started spewing and shooting and cumming hot white ropes all over my lips and face and nose and hair and FUCK I thought I would cum without even touching myself...

That first time was in St. Louis, believe it or not...but there were others...in NYC, Chicago, Arizona, all over California...even Paris and Berlin!...some of the hottest encounters were at adult bookstores that were out in nowheresville...like, places not allowed within city limits...so they would put the dirty bookstore out on Route 9 off on the side of the road under a tall stand of pine trees or something...there was always something VERY hot and unusual about those places...because the sexuality was VERY pent up...

...not as...regular as the city places...which had a kind of...'everybody gets the protocol' kind of vibe...you could meet all kinds out in the strange places...and some of those out-there bookstores had an almost circus sort of vibe...a blank white building exterior with a plain sign...but inside...the walls would be these wide orange and white lines...almost like a circus tent...with rows and rows and rows of glossy-wrapped magazines...

Anyway, poppers DID change over the years...but then, so did my ability to experience them. All sorts of brands started popping up in the '90's and some of it was AWFUL...like...it made your teeth hurt and your vision blue! Yeah. Bad stuff made by bad guys. Who knows...maybe it will all end up doing me in...lol...but to tell you the truth...after I started...from that first hit and then for years afterwards...I COULD NOT STOP. It was that good. The risk WAS high and then we all got careful...then it kind of waned and now we have poppers videos and Hypnos and boutique poppers and...

But jerking off

Estrogel said on Thu, 27 May 2021 at 09:55...

...at home to a computer screen or even with a lovely friend is still not the sheer death-and-humiliation-defying-high-wire-act of getting fucked in your ass full of Astroglide by a slippery-horny strange BBC through a gloryhole while sniffing fresh Mr. Wonderful and watching porn on a cum-splattered video screen and surrounded by the sounds of orgasm and fucking and sucking all around you...

Later, once I was collared by my Mistress and she started training me along the lines of Forced Womanhood magazine...semi-permanent chastity, hormones (still on them! lol), fillers, etc...things got much more...'disciplined'...shall we say. Much less random risk...much more strictly directed acts of servitude...but still, I always was easily led around by that little brown bottle...;-)

Solomon said on Fri, 28 May 2021 at 14:18...

Thank you, Estrogel ! This is exactly what I had in mind! Bookmarked for later detailed reading tonight ;-)

Wowza said on Wed, 2 Jun 2021 at 06:58...

Cool! ...it hits a nerve...totally know what you mean. Those places are so SENSUAL..that smell of disinfectant..lighting... and the energy and expectation. I remember one where they had music on a loop and every-time I hear one of those tunes...yey! like it is hardwired into my brain.

T&E said on Tue, 15 Jun 2021 at 14:16...

High Energy your love is lifting me, takes you right back to 1980; music had a sexual throb back then, boom boom just like the poppers.

Estrogel said on Wed, 16 Jun 2021 at 00:59...

When the synths started to really kick in there were New Wave pop songs like Animotion's 'Obsession'...(all kinds of other '80's songs but that one comes to mind, it was a VERY shiny song when it first came out!)...that would ripple right through your mind and body, on the dance floor, at parties, in a car, booth, wherever...luscious, fantastic chords with a shimmering melody line over a pulsing beat...it's so strange to be in Covid world when we came through those crowds of energized, heated bodies...I swear, some dance clubs, some rooms, booths you could smell the pheromones and it was like it's own HIT...

...it wasn't just the rhythm but the SHARED energy...and if you could RELAX into it and not be uptight or stressed and self-conscious it was a thrilling sensation of freedom, sexual, personal, emotional availability...actually...it did take a little practice at first...to lose one's self-awareness...and guys/gurls/girls who were tuned into often found the most erotic thing was capturing a newbie...mentoring the intimacy with what I can only call SEDUCTION...

Bookstores and theaters could be a little stressed with the urgency...but clubs or even private parties...(which could be HUGE and you really wanted to know someone who knew someone if you didn't, lol)...things would just kind of...happen...and you would like to believe it stayed where it was but people would reference it years later! Lol...

Wowza said on Wed, 7 Jul 2021 at 08:13...

“You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real)” is the real poppers anthem! or Hi-NRG!

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