In my younger days (pre internet) the problem was finding out where to meet blokes for sex. I had never heard about cottages and parks and had no idea how you found out where gay pubs and clubs were.

I therefore resorted to flirting with any man I encountered who I thought might be gay. This didn't yield any immediate results but eventually led to me hooking up with a lecturer for my first gay experience, which I have already covered in detail here already.

These early encounters were thrilling and confirmed to me that I loved gay sex, and was eager to experience more. Hooking up with my lecturer was proving difficult though, and as I was as horny as ever I continued to look for more men to satisfy my urges.

I heard (from my mother, of all people) that the manager of an adult book store just down from her shop was gay. I assumed (incorrectly) that this meant the shop was for gay men, and would therefore be an obvious place to get picked up, so made my plan to visit.

I had never been to one of these places before, so had no idea what to expect, but had also assumed that shops like this would be open late and, if I was picked up by someone and it was dark outside we could duck into an alley or something (I did not say it was a well thought out plan). However when I arrived I found that it was due to close in 20 mins!

I have since read many stories about ABS's in the US with backrooms and cubicles and all sorts of goings on, but have to tell you that the UK stores were nothing like this. As I ventured in I found a small single room store with a counter at one end and shelves of magazines, most of which were wrapped in plastic. There was only one other customer in there, and he was paying for something at the till. Serving him was a slim chap, late 40s whose most striking feature was a mohawk style shaved head.

I picked up a couple of the few magazines that were not sealed but they were all, as far as I could tell straight sex and disappointedly soft core. Most were just naked women, but if there was a man in the shot he was clearly not aroused in any way!

As it was just the two of us now I had no choice but to go up to the counter and shyly asked about gay mags. The mohawk guy looked up from a newspaper he had on the counter and, after staring me in the eye for a moment, pointed out a small section at the far end. On checking the selection though I found that all the magazines were shrink wrapped, so there was nothing to see. As I picked through them the guy asked if I had found what I wanted.

"It’s hard to say” I replied “they are all covered up so no idea what is inside”

“I have to do that, otherwise they would be in here all day looking at the pics for free and wanking off later at home!” So this was the owner, I thought, and that must mean that he is the gay guy.

“Are these any good?” I asked “I’ve seen some porn before and it was not that good”

"how do you mean?" he asked

"Well" I said, feeling slightly self conscious and embarrassed, but also a bit thrilled, "you know, there was nothing much happening and the men weren't...hard".

“Ah, if you want to see hard cocks and arses getting fucked then you are out of luck. we are not allowed to sell that in this country. You have to go to Europe to see the really hard core stuff.”

"Oh, that's a shame, I really wanted to see something" I replied. Seeing my disappointment he tilted his head for a moment, as if weighing something up, then said “stay there, I’ll show you something” and disappeared into the back.

A few moments later he returned with a small mag in hand. “This is what you can get over there, have a look”. I walked over to the counter and he came around my side to open the pages. The magazine looked cheap and a bit battered but the contents were a revelation. As he flicked through the pages I saw proper hard core fucking, sucking, wanking, fingering and more. It was all men and their cocks were hard, rigid, with close ups of oral, full penetration as well as cum shots. Not surprisingly my cock had rapidly hardened and was uncomfortably pushing against my jeans.

"Do you sell these under the counter then? I asked. “No, I can’t" he said "If I was caught they would close me down and I would end up in court. These are just for me”

“Oh, are you gay...” I asked and then quickly added "..as well" to make sure he understood where I was coming from, forgetting the fact that I had been asking for gay porn! My already hard cock started to pulse with excitement when he nodded and said yes.

“So you like this? He asked, nodding to the mag” Oh God, yes" I replied, "it’s so sexy!”. Again he looked at me for a moment, then asked “If you think the mags are good you should see a film. Have you ever seen a proper fuck film?” Now I had seen a little bit of a straight porn film, but the fact that this sounded interesting and inviting made me say No.

With that he walked over to the door and locked it. “Its closing time anyway, not going to get anyone else in now so we won’t be disturbed” and with that led me by the hand into the backroom. I was thrilled at the casual familiar way he held my hand and excited just to have him touching my skin.

The area was full of boxes but he led me up a staircase to a flat over the store. In the living room was a sofa and behind that a small projector. It pointed to the bare wall. He gestured to me to sit down, and then began to rummage in a cupboard, asking me what I liked “anal, sucking, gangbangs, fisting, oldies?”

I said I didn’t mind, it all sounded good, but I did like older men. He smiled and said he had just the thing, and threaded a film onto the projector, before starting it up and turning the lights off. As he plonked himself down on the sofa next to me the film started, with a couple of men in their 40's in a house looking at a young guy doing some gardening. When he came in for a drink of water they quickly had him stripped and as they kissed him also shed their clothes. As one bent over to suck on the young guys nipple I could not help letting out a slight "mmmmm" of pleasure. My host clearly picked up on this as a moment later he reached over and grasped my nipple through my t shirt, tweaking it hard. My eyes rolled back and I groaned loudly.

In a moment his hand was under my t shirt and grasping, rolling and pulling. Quickly thereafter my t shirt was pulled up and he replaced his fingers with lips and tongue. As he sucked he pulled me towards him, and I ended up sitting facing him on his lap. As he continued to lick and suck both tits I pulled my t shirt off, just as he used his teeth on me for the first time. This made me groan even louder, and just managed to say a husky “Oh yes, harder”.

He didn’t need an invite and proceeded to punish my nipples, biting hard, twisting and tweaking them. I could not stand it any longer and had to stand up on shaky legs, to remove my jeans and trainers. I was commando so as soon as I stood up my cock jutted out, and the sat forward to grasp it, rubbing his lips over the head, licking the slick of pre cum off the tip before opening his mouth and taking me down.

He used his mouth on me for an age. At some point he pushed me down onto the sofa and hooked one leg over the back so that he could run his tongue down into the crack of my arse and rim me, before resuming his sucking and slurping on my prick. Suddenly he stood up and quickly stripped, to reveal a tight, hairless body and a cut cock, not too big or thick but not small. Now naked he knelt on the floor and pulled my legs wide open to resume his sucking whilst also wanking himself.

After more of this he suddenly stopped and went into another room, coming back with a large glistening flesh coloured dildo. I was about to tell him I didn’t do anal but instead he lay on his back, lifted one leg over the back of the sofa and proceeded to insert it into his own arse as I watched spellbound. Only when it was deeply inside him did he ask me to fuck him with it, and as I took hold of the base and started to slide it in and out he gasped and groaned with pleasure, wanking his cock furiously. I was still very inexperienced but the sight of his hard, wet prick was too enticing and I bent forward and, grasping the base of the shaft in my hand, took him in my mouth. He let out a groan of delight and put his hand on the back of my head to grip my hair and guide me, making me suck him deeper each time as my lips slid up and down his shaft. It only seemed like a minute or two before he shouted out and pulled my head up, making me release his meat. He shot a single thick steam of cum which hit me in the face, splashing over my nose and lips.

I had frozen at this point, my head filled with the heady smell of his cum, but with his urging recommenced fucking him with the dildo whilst he pulled and played with his cock, milking it of any remaining spunk. Still with the dildo inside him he repositioned so that he was kneeling between my legs. He bent forward and took my now raging hard dick in his mouth and started to suck me hard and deep, squeezing the shaft in his fist as the other played with the dildo. Soon I felt myself orgasming and in response he pulled back to take my cum in his face. As I shot my load he pulled the dildo out of his arse, which seemed to make his knees buckle under him.

He was panting hard, with his face resting next to my cum soaked cock. After a moment to recover he tenderly took it back in his mouth and sucked again, this time cleaning me up and swallowing any remaining juices with relish.

As quickly as we had started we were done. He asked if I wanted to tidy up and, after washing myself down in his bathroom, he took me back downstairs and let me out by a back door, to return home happy, satiated but eager for more.