Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 20:52:07 -0400
From: Adam Nolan <nolanad@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Arcade 01

Some years ago, things weren't so tight with the adult book stores in
town. You didn't need tokens and you could access the movie arcade directly
through the back door. No need to pass the clerk at the front desk and risk
being carded. Considering that Chuck and I were 15 and 16 at the time, that
was a big plus. It was naughty, risky and probably downright dangerous now
that I think of it, but we didn't care. We were having too much fun teasing
each other and the men who inevitably spied on our antics.

My little bud Chuck was really into it. He loved to sneak in and drop
quarters to watch the model boys pleasure each other on screen. He seemed
to like them all, especially if it involved athletes, jockstraps, Speedos
or sexy happenings with underwear.

He'd be so hot, it was a piece of cake to get him off in his briefs or his
jock. A couple of times he wore blue Speedos. I'd slam his pants down and
make his boner squirt in whatever he had on underneath. It was great having
him squirming in my lap or pressed tight against me as I stood behind
him. I've even had him pinned against the wall or on the bench, palming his
crotch until he lost it.

Sometimes we'd get carried away playing our parts and give people the wrong
impression. He'd be squirming under me, grabbing my arm with both hands
making like he wanted me to stop. He never actually tried to stop me. He
just thought it would make for a good show if anyone was peeking. "No! Not
in my new underwear! My mom will kill me!" he'd whisper
hoarsely. "Please... don't... Oh... oh... ohhhhhhh!" and he'd have a wicked
orgasm in his whites. I wanted to kiss him so bad when he did that, but he
wouldn't go for it. Not 'til we left and he returned the favor on the way
back. We'd kiss with his hand down my pants pumping my dick until I flooded
my (usually bikini) underwear.

There was a time he bought me these boys' fashion briefs from the
department store at the Mall. There were like regular briefs except no
fly. Full cut powder blue. My dick rode straight up to the waistband when
it got hard, not sideways like it did in bikinis. He had me wear those with
my ratty old cut-off sweats the next time we went to the arcade. I knew he
was up to something. I thought he was just going to do something different
on the way back.

Once he found a movie he was content with (Kip Noll pleasuring himself in
his Jockeys and leaving a wet spot before whipping it out and whacking
off). He was standing, so I reached from behind and unzipped him as
usual. But he didn't stay right there this time. He got us back against the
side wall with my butt right up to the glory hole. I didn't really think
anything of it, though I swear I saw 2 pairs of eyes through the hole on
the other side.

Then I felt a hand on my ass. It squeezed me gently and I couldn't help but
get turned on. As I leaned forward and moaned, the hand slid between my
legs giving my balls and then the base of my now hard dick loving
squeezes. Then Chuck turned around to face me. He put his hand right where
my cockhead rested and gave it a nice, long, gentle squeeze.

The guy behind me had a handful of the seat of my sweats and was holding me
there. Chuck started rubbing up and down the shaft through my sweats,
giving my balls a squeeze every so often. I got into the rythm with him and
when I got close he squeezed my head hard making me back off, then winding
me up again by going back to the shaft.

Then came the dirty talk in a hoarse whisper. "You aren't gonna cum in your
pants are you?" My sweats were starting to feel tight. "You're really
getting wet. You do like it! He's gonna do it!" My balls were pulling up
and my toes were curling up in my sneakers. As I started to drift into that
other dimension, I thought I heard him say "make him cum, he's trying to
hold it!" My sweats pulled tighter, giving me that last needed squeeze.

I let go and the cum exploded out of me. "He's cumming! He's cumming!" It
squirted through and into my sweats, wetting them good. I was gasping and
grunting and trying to stifle the noises. There was a tearing sound. One
side of my sweats gave way, then the other. They disappeared through the
hole behind me. I fell to the floor with the last spurts of cum running
into my underwear then dripping on the floor.

There were yummy sounds coming from the booth behind me and jerking off
noises from the booth in front of me. It was a few minutes before I moved
again. By then Chuck Had his tight jeans on again and was standing in front
of me. I put my hands on his hips and held him right there while I worked
his hard 6 inches with my mouth. They got damp with his pre-cum before I
felt it spasm and let loose. I sucked right through his pants, making sure
they had a big wet spot on them before I let him go.

A few minutes later we took off out the back door for the woods along the
river. Him with cum-soaked jeans, me with no pants at all. We made it back
to my house cutting through yards and keeping in the shadows.

That was all we could handle that night and we just drifted off to sleep in
our sleeping bags in the basement after a quick change and cleaning up.

And yes, we had some more adventures.