It was the early 70's when I got my first full time summer job to pay for college. I was barely 20 years old. Got a job at a souviner/gift shop down in Old Orchard Beach, ME. Two things made it a very interesting summer. First, OOB was a popular summer vacation spot for Canadians. Secondly, there was an Adult Bookstore (ABS) a couple of blocks away where nobody from my home town would see me.

Like a lot of teenagers at that time of free love, there were plenty of girls available, natives and Canadian tourists. However, I was afraid of getting anyone knocked up, and birth control was still not a wide open subject. So, I settled mostly for hand jobs and blow jobs from the young ladies. However, that ABS taught me it definitely was better to give a BJ than to receive. It was also the first year, I almost had a heart attack from embarrassment.

My first forays into the ABS were simply to look at the merchandise, maybe buy a magazine to stash away. I was curious about the booth area, but uncertain. On one memorable trip, I was approached by a Canadian gentleman in his mid- to late-30's. He asked if I knew of a local bank where he could exchange Canadian currency. I said most stores in the area gladly exchange limited amounts. He asked if I knew if the ABS would exchange CND$ for booth money. I said I didn't know, but the clerk would help him. He apologized as he took my name tag to indicate I worked there. I chuckled and said just forgot to take it off coming from work. He asked if the booths here were "hot". Like the title said "Young and dumb", I replied that the whole store was air conditioned. He laughed. "No", he said, "I really want to know if there is much action going on back there." I blushed and admitted that I had never been in the booth area. His charming smile put me at ease as he suggested I give it a try, and he would show me how it goes.

I followed the gentlemen up to the clerk to get change for the booth area. When we got in there, he opened one of the booths and asked if I would like to join him. I worried if the clerk would get mad, but he assured me discreet doubling up was overlooked. I followed him into the booth. It was small with two small screens on one end and a built-in bench on the other side. I sat down on the bench beside him. He put some quarters into the slot, and an old projector started churning. It was a standard film with a guy and a girl. She was sucking his huge dick with a smile. The gentleman asked if my girlfriend did that for me, and I could only nod. When the guy shot his load, it went all over the girl's face. I said that if I ever did that to the girls I know they would kill me. The gentleman said "I know, it is much better when they swallow." I agreed. By this time, I was building a serious erection, and figured I would have to jack off a load after I left.

I noticed there was another slot for the other screen, I asked why. He explained most of the booths showed a choice of two movies as per the boxes outside the door. I asked what the other movie was, and he said we should try. This time I put the quarters in. Popping up on the screen was another blow job scene, but this was two guys. I wasn't totally dumb and knew there were gay guys, but I had never seen it being done. I was captivated by this action. Soon they got up on the bed, and one guy worked his dick into the other's asshole.

I realized I was rubbing my erection through my pants. I look over at my friend to see if he had noticed my action. He had his dick out and was actually jacking off right there in the booth. He said "relax, nobody can see us." I had been in group jerk offs before and wasn't offended. Returning to the action on the screen, the bottom had turned over on his back with his legs up on the other guys shoulders as they fucked. The action was heating up my groin, and I needed to release the beast. I unzipped and tried to bring out my dick. There was no way I could bend that piece of wood. My friend asked if there was a problem, and I just said having a hard time getting it out. He laughed, and said "don't be shy, just open your pants." As to further encourage me, he undid his belt, stood up and pulled everything down. I now had a good view at eye level of a cut dick rising up to his belly with balls swinging below. I rose up and followed suit, or rather unsuit. While I sat back down, he remain standing with his back against the wall and one leg on the bench.

I didn't know whether to watch the action on the screen or watch him. When the quarters ran out, he handed me more. He just said put 'em in whichever movie I wanted to watch. I put them in the gay slot. I could smell his manliness. I was getting hotter. Back on the screen, a different scene showed one guy giving another a blow job. I wondered what he would think of me if I tried that with him. He must have sensed my mood as he smiled and said "just do what you want." He removed his hand from his dick. I reached over to grip it. The feel of someone else's dick is always different. I pulled down on his shaft and he groaned. I figured this was it. I leaned forward, and wrapped my lips around the head. He placed his hand on the back of my head encouraging me to take in more. I'm not a good judge of size, but when I felt the head of his dick reach the back of my mouth there was still ample room for me to wrap my hand around the shaft and jack him onto my mouth. I really liked the smooth feel of his dick head running in and out over my tongue. He asked how much I could take but I could only shrug. He said "relax and just do what feels good." He then pushed forward into my mouth until I gagged. He withdrew and said "not bad, you'll get better with practice." I noticed a slight salty taste seeming to come out of the head and withdrew to look. There was a little drop of fluid coming out, and more as I squeezed. He said it was just pre-cum. I tasted it again, and liked it. I resumed swallowing as much as I could handle while jacking his shaft. He warned me he was about ready to cum. Remembering what had happened when the girl took the dick out of her mouth, I figured I better swallow. The first shot flowed out onto my tongue and down my throat. I wanted more of this nectar. I continued slurping on his expanding meat. I was hooked on sucking cock.

After he finished and started to go soft, he asked if I wanted a return favor. I just wanted to get out of there. I pulled my pants up. As I walked out of the booth there were other people walking around. I knew they all knew what I had been doing. I vowed never to come back sure that they would bar me anyhow.

I stayed away from the ABS for a couple of weeks. While I had a little fun with the girls, I could not shake the joy of sucking that cock. But in my area in the 70's, being labeled a cock sucker was not good. About two weeks after the incident, I was working my regular job at the gift shop. I nearly dropped dead when the Canadian gentleman I had sucked off came walking in the door. I could not understand how he knew where I worked. Maybe he followed me, or told the ABS clerk about me to find me. I was hoping he would not remember me. At the time, there was one other customer in the store. As soon as that customer checked out with their purchase and left, he approached me. "Hi," he said, "I haven't seen you at the book store lately." I knew I was in trouble. Just then the phone rang, it was the store owner telling me that he got tied up and won't be in for at least two hours if anybody was looking for him. I said no problem, I'll cover.

As I hung up, my friend asked if I was going to be going back to the ABS. I shook my head no explaining that there was no time. He asked if I get a break at anytime during the day. Now I get a five minute break in the morning and ten minutes in the afternoon. Usually, I would put up a Back in Five Minutes sign for a bathroom break. I didn't know what to tell him I was so scared. "Hey," he said, "you suck a mean dick. I just wanted to let you know there was nothing wrong with that, and if you are ever interested..." I could feel my dick swelling up under his gaze. I don't know what possessed me, but I put the Be Back sign in the door and locked it. I said let's go into the bathroom in the back.

As soon as we got into the bathroom, he dropped his pants to the floor. His erection tented his jockey briefs. I was already shaking from the lust I felt. I knealt in front of him. I ran my hands over his mound, and felt a wet spot forming. I had to make this quick. I pulled down his underwear and engulfed his cock. The rush I felt as it slid into my parted lips was indescribable. I knew I wanted this, and I knew I wanted to drink his load. His moan signaled his enjoyment. I swirled my tongue around his shaft and tickled under the rim of his head. He again placed his hand on the back of my head pushing me gently down on his tool. I wanted to take as much as I could. When I reached my limit, I wrapped my fist around the rest of the shaft. I noticed there was less room for my fist, and I was sure it wasn't because he was any smaller. He began to withdraw and thrust his dick back into my mouth. If I started to gag, he would pull back and not go as deep for a thrust or two. I was in heaven as the pre-cum started to coat my tongue. A low grunt and deep stab indicated it was time to drink his load. As soon as he finished, I stood up and jerked my dick just a couple of times before I shot a thick load into the toilet. I was spent. He leaned me back a little and kissed me on the lips. I had never kissed any of the girls who blew me.

We quickly cleaned up and exited the bathroom. I unlocked the front door, and removed the sign. It had taken just five minutes. He asked if he could come back again, but I said no. He asked if he could give me a ride home sometime but I lived with relatives who would never understand, not that I fully understood yet. "Well," he said, "I'll see you at the ABS", but I could only shrug maybe. For the rest of the day, I was torn. I really liked sucking his dick, but I didn't want to get caught. Jesus, I thought, what if the Owner had caught me. I swore never again.

The next day, he showed up again. I still hadn't figured out what to do. It was a slow morning as everybody was enjoying the beach after three days of rain. As soon as he asked me to put up the sign for a break, I reached for it without hesitation. I wanted his dick, I wanted him to fuck my face, I wanted to drink his load of cum.

I put the sign in the door and was just getting ready to turn the key when the Owner walked up to the door. I was horrified. I had been caught, he would know what I was going to do. The owner entered the shop and asked what was going on. I explained I was just going to lock up for a couple of minutes for my morning bathroom break. The owner wanted to know how I could take a break with a customer in the store? I froze. My Canadian friend walked over and put his arm around my shoulder. He said not to worry. He was going into the bathroom with me. I looked at him with a face of outright disbelief. He continued "your clerk here is one of the best natural cock suckers I ever meet here on the Beach." My heart was pounding, I thought of bolting for the door and driving as far away as possible, never to return. The owner looked at my friend and chuckled "you should know, you've tried them all." Suddenly it dawn on me that in their conversation back and forth, they were using each other's first name like old friends. My friend said "I tell you this boy can get my dick from flat to splat in just four minutes." The owner turned and locked the door. Facing me, he said "you better use the ten minutes sign instead." I looked at him with a blank stare. He continued "well, that will give you four minutes for each of us", pointing to himself and my friend. He grabbed his crotch and headed to the bathroom with my friend following. When they got to the door, they both turned and said "are you coming or should we start without you." I threw the ten minute sign in the window and headed for a double header in the bathroom. Yes, I was young and dumb, and very soon I would be doubly full of cum.

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