First let me tell you about the Brasiere. It's an adult bookstore with a theater in the back. The theater's pretty decent in size and has two sections: one for vanilla porn and one for fetishists.
The vanilla side is where I usually hang out because the type of men who frequent that side are blue-collar/white-collar guys who are taking a break from their girlfriends or whatever. Mostly straight-acting or closeted guys. The videos shown are predominately straight, but there's no shortage of gay sex going on in the Vanilla room when it's a good day (or night).
The fetishist side is pretty much skank-tacular. If I'm on that side, it's because I need a break. Those who frequent that side are your garden variety trolls. Unattractive, drugged-out, secret life living men who do it with any and everybody they see.
It's a 24hr place, this bookstore, so the clientelle can be different at the different times of the day.
Now that I've gotten all of that out of the way, let me tell you about one of my favorite experiences at the Bra.
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It was a mid-weekday and it was shortly after I'd graduated college. I was bored sitting in my apartment alone and so I decided to hit up the Bra and rot in pornography for a while. There are times when there will be at least thirty guys in one side of the theater and other days when there's no one but you and the crickets...that day was one of the latter.
I opened the door to the vanilla side and saw no one but the girl getting fucked on screen. With a heavy heart (and blue balls) I sat down and watched the listless girl get her ass taken by two guys. It was kinda hot, but her lackluster expression made it hard to get hard.
I was alone for about thirty minutes until I heard footsteps walking towards the door. It opened and a man appeared from behind it. He was really tall, I could tell even though I was sitting down. However, he wasn't a knockout. Actually, the whole package wasn't much to shake a stick at. He was lanky and dressed weird...like he was foreign or something. Alas, I watched him sit down across from me and go directly into a trance from the movie.
As textbook cruising procedure would suggest, I started massaging my crotch nonchalantly as to get myself in the mood, but moreso to see what the other guy's reaction to me would be. BINGO! He starts rubbing himself too. Eyes started to wander back and forth between me and the movie. I went further and undid my pants to show off what I had. He followed suit. What he pulled out shot his ranking up from a 6 to a 15 in a half-second. It was the longest, hardest cock I had seen in some time...definitely on a white guy.
Part 2 soon.
The vanilla side is where I usually hang out because the type of men who frequent that side are blue-collar/white-collar guys who are taking a break from their girlfriends or whatever. Mostly straight-acting or closeted guys. The videos shown are predominately straight, but there's no shortage of gay sex going on in the Vanilla room when it's a good day (or night).
The fetishist side is pretty much skank-tacular. If I'm on that side, it's because I need a break. Those who frequent that side are your garden variety trolls. Unattractive, drugged-out, secret life living men who do it with any and everybody they see.
It's a 24hr place, this bookstore, so the clientelle can be different at the different times of the day.
Now that I've gotten all of that out of the way, let me tell you about one of my favorite experiences at the Bra.
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It was a mid-weekday and it was shortly after I'd graduated college. I was bored sitting in my apartment alone and so I decided to hit up the Bra and rot in pornography for a while. There are times when there will be at least thirty guys in one side of the theater and other days when there's no one but you and the crickets...that day was one of the latter.
I opened the door to the vanilla side and saw no one but the girl getting fucked on screen. With a heavy heart (and blue balls) I sat down and watched the listless girl get her ass taken by two guys. It was kinda hot, but her lackluster expression made it hard to get hard.
I was alone for about thirty minutes until I heard footsteps walking towards the door. It opened and a man appeared from behind it. He was really tall, I could tell even though I was sitting down. However, he wasn't a knockout. Actually, the whole package wasn't much to shake a stick at. He was lanky and dressed weird...like he was foreign or something. Alas, I watched him sit down across from me and go directly into a trance from the movie.
As textbook cruising procedure would suggest, I started massaging my crotch nonchalantly as to get myself in the mood, but moreso to see what the other guy's reaction to me would be. BINGO! He starts rubbing himself too. Eyes started to wander back and forth between me and the movie. I went further and undid my pants to show off what I had. He followed suit. What he pulled out shot his ranking up from a 6 to a 15 in a half-second. It was the longest, hardest cock I had seen in some time...definitely on a white guy.
Part 2 soon.