[ATTACH=CONFIG]49429[/ATTACH] [SIZE=4]Bachelors Library on East Euclid Ave. Des Moines, IA [SIZE=2] Back in January of 1993 I arrived in Des Moines, Iowa on the first Sunday of the month, to start a new position with my employer, the next day. On a previous trip from Lawrence, KS to Des Moines for a precursory interview with the location manager, I saw this place on our way to lunch at a place in a nearby strip mall on East Euclid. Being a total sex, porn, masturbation addict and pervert, I made a mental note of the location of what was then "The Bachelors Library". After checking into a Days Inn, just down the street, I made a beeline for this new opportunity to visit a new adult bookstore that might yield so hot casual sex, if it was like the other adult bookstores I'd been visiting since I snuck into one in Wichita at fifteen years old, with an older friend and a somewhat authentic looking fake i.d.. The parking lot was three fourths full of vehicles on a Sunday night, I decided "Des Moines might be a fun place to live and work". Feeling that adrenaline coursing through my veins that every new visit to an adult establishment would cause me back then, I parked and entered the store through the front door facing Euclid Ave.. Immediately to my left after I entered was a black curtain with a neon sign over it that read "video arcade", I was in heaven, or hell depending on how you view adult bookstore video arcades located in many adult bookstores all over the U.S.A.. I purchased three dollars worth of tokens per the store policy to enter the arcade. Entering past the black curtain I found an arcade consisting of a maze of approximately twenty-five video arcade booths, many of which had the red "in use" light lit up, to indicate another horny guy was inside and probably stroking his hard dick. Based on my experience with arcades thus far I entered a booth next to one with the red light lit. If the booths had glory holes in the wall between booths, the red light booths were my best shot at getting my hands/mouth on some hard anonymous cock.I had a few hundred glory hole visits under my belt, starting with one in a city park restroom in Hutchinson that I discovered one summer day at twelve years old while fishing in a park pond with several buddies. I'd visited adult bookstores in Wichita, Kansas City, and one in Atlantic City, NJ so I wasn't a rookie at cruising arcades by any means. Entering my booth, I deposited four tokens and surfed channels until I found a hot tranny cumshot compilation, then went to my knees and checked out the guy in the adjacent booth. I saw a guy late teens or early twenties stroking a stiff five or six inches of rock hard cock and dripping like a garden hose with a bad washer. i ran my fingers around the circumference of the glory hole, hoping my neighbor in the next booth would see it as an invitation to insert his hot younger stiffie into the hole. With very little hesitation the latest of a long series of strange cocks I had played with, came through the hole as far as the occupant of the next booth could push it. I didn't bother with a stroking warm up, I went right down on him and started sucking him like a crack ho, earning her next rock at a truck stop. Within about a minute and a half I got my first mouthful of "Iowa creamy reward", the dirtiness of sucking a stranger off anonymously through a glory hole got me dripping. Horny as the devil himself, and having nowhere to be except work the next morning, I went to the register and bought another five bucks in tokens and returned to a new booth with a "red light neighbor. In the next two and half hours I was able to find four willing cum donors to swallow, I was getting past the point of no return myself. Hitting one last booth I found a willing receiver to take my load almost as soon as I put it into the hole. I had what seemed like a 5 minute ejaculation in that lucky dudes mouth. After my initial recon mission to the B III, I continued to patronize this store for a little over twenty years afterwards.[/SIZE] [/SIZE]
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