Fosta

 After the occasion when I got to see Scott in action, a couple months went
by before the next big event. During that time, he and Fosta limited their
sexual romps to Fosta's bedroom (occasionally including Beth,) and I had
pretty much given up on any fantasies about getting my hands on him.

I didn't know it at the time, but Fosta spent those couple months warming
Scott up to the idea of giving bi-sex a try. Scott had an enormous sex
drive (often getting off two or three times per session,) and she used his
constant cravings for sex to help convince him that playing around with
other guys could have its good points. It was definitely a long, uphill
battle, but he eventually ran out of arguments.

One Saturday night, Scott showed up at the porn store just after midnight.
I nearly fell over dead when he walked in. I'd never seen him there before,
and since I had several friends hanging around the counter he just gave
me a little nod as he slipped by, passing through the foyer, and walked
down the small ramp into the main store.

He looked incredible. He was wearing a pair of snug, button fly Levi's with
a white t-shirt, and had a dark smudge of five o'clock shadow along his
jawline. Every head in the store turned and watched him walk in. His
brooding good looks had always captivated me, but that night I was in
complete awe. Incredible.

He walked to the first row of magazine racks and began casually thumbing
through them, pulling one out occasionally for a closer look. My friends at
the counter were all whispering comments, trying to act inconspicuous as
they checked him out, and I couldn't resist tormenting them a little. I said,
very casually...

" His name is Scott. "

I felt three pairs of eyes lock on me for a brief moment, then they were all
suddenly talking at once, wanting to know exactly how I knew this adonis
and (rather idignantly) why I'd been keeping him all to myself. I enjoyed
playing with them for a few minutes before finally breaking down to tell
them he was my lesbian roommate's 'boy toy.' Smile.

After grilling me for twenty minutes (I didn't tell them anything good!) and
watching Scott work his way around the store, they all retired to the back
room with hopes he'd decide to visit the arcade and watch a movie before
he left. I didn't want to disappoint them, but I knew Scott would never
venture into that back room. He was way too homophobic. No way.

After they left, I tried to find something to occupy myself with so I didn't end
up simply sitting and staring at Scott. I decided to dust and rearrange the
video rental shelves, and was perched high on a stool when I heard
someone clear their throat behind me. When I turned and looked down,
Scott was standing at the counter with a video box in his hand. He smiled,
holding up the box...

" I picked one out. "

I climbed down and took the box, then dug the rental tape out of our
cabinets and started boxing up the video, chatting nervously the entire
time. God, he looked good! As I was about to ring up the sale, he
interjected...

" Uh, I was just gonna watch it here... if that's okay. "

Stunned beyond words. I stammered for a second, feeling my face get
hot, then apologized all over myself as I slipped the tape back out of the
box and checked the bank of vcr's under the counter to see which private
viewing room was available.

A little inside info here... our arcade featured fifty mini-booths (glory holes
between every two booths!) which played non-stop porn movies on fifteen
separate channels. Our 'mini's' operated on quarters (not tokens,) and a
single quarter bought you tne minutes of movie viewing. Besides the
mini's, the arcade also had a small theatre (a large room with a big screen
TV and a dozen or so folding chairs) and four fair sized 'private viewing
rooms' with thirty-two inch TV's. If a customer wanted to watch one of our
rental tapes, they could pay to watch it in one of the private viewing
rooms. The private rooms didn't have glory holes, although horny
customers had (over the years) chiseled tiny peep holes in the walls. By
going into a neighboring booth, you could peek in and see what was
happening in the 'private' rooms. Smile.

Back to the story... I was absolutely dumbfounded that Scott wanted to
watch a movie in the back room. I actually wrestled with the idea of filling
him in on what exactly happens in that back room, but decided I might end
up just embarrassing myself further. I picked a vcr and popped in the tape
(a straight movie, of course,) then rang up his sale.

As he said "thanks, man" and turned to head for the arcade door, I couldn't
help but notice the thick bulge in his Levi's. Damn! What a body! I knew
the resident queens were going to go crazy when he walked into that back
room!

After I buzzed him back, I found that I couldn't concentrate on a damn
thing. I was pacing behind the counter, twenty minutes later, when one of
my friends appeared from the back and came to lean on the counter. He
had a wide, mischevious smile on his face, and I was very afraid.

I leaned on the counter, bracing for his intelligence report, and asked...

" Well... what? "

His smile widened as he leaned forward a little (looking both ways) and
whispered...

" That friend of yours has a very big dick on him. "

I wanted to scream! Instead, I tried to remain calm and press for details...

" What's he doing? Is someone in the room with him? "

My friend, enjoying my pain, let me squirm for a few moments before
finally giving me the full scoop...

" He's in there all alone, jackin' that big dick of his to that nasty movie. "

Damn! Fuck! I buzzed my friend into the back again, then resumed my
pacing. Knowing that he was back there, stroking his cock, with everyone
peeking in on him was driving me absolutely crazy! I was jealous as hell.

About an hour later, Scott finally appeared and came to the desk. He had
a massive bulge in his jeans, and leaned against the counter...

" You can shut it off if you want. I'm done watching it. "

I had to ask...

" Everything okay? "

He nodded as he returned to the video racks and began looking through
movies again...

" Yeah, fine. I just had enough. That movie wasn't very good. "

Fuck finding something to do. I sat my ass down and let myself drool over
him as he looked through the movie boxes. Although he'd obviously
tucked his big dick between his legs inside his pants, I could clearly make
out the shape of his thick shaft bulging through the jeans. He didn't so
much as give it a single squeeze or pull as he looked, but I watched it
slowly get bigger (sticking further out in front of him) as he began getting
horny again. Pure torture!

After twenty or thirty minutes of looking, he casually returned to the
counter with a new video. As he handed it to me, he said...

" I want to rent this one... to take home. "

Stunned again. He had a rental membership! Trying to act smooth, I said
"sure," then turned around to retrieve the tape from the rental cabinets. I
glanced down at the box in my hand...

' Bi Sex Anal Orgies #7 '

What?! The cover featured two hot dudes in swim suits, with a single girl.
One of the dudes had his hand on the other guy's bulge. I nearly passed
out, right there behind the counter at the porn store! Smile.

Hands shaking just a little, I pulled the tape out and tried to keep my
composure as I accepted his laminated rental card and pulled up his
account on the computer. I couldn't speak, so I simply went through the
motions of checking out the tape, putting it in a bag and ringing up the
rental. I somehow managed to give Scott his total, then take his money,
but my face was red when I finally handed over his change, the bag and
said...

" It's due back by midnight, tomorrow. "

He smiled and said thanks, then paused for a moment before saying...

" I'm coming over to see Fosta tomorrow afternoon. You gonna be
around? "

Still fighting to get my voice back, I managed to say...

" Yeah. I'll be sleep until around four or five, but I'll be there. "

He stepped back, folding the bag around the tape and started towards the
door...

" Cool. I'll probably see you then. Okay, man, have a good one. "

With that, and a quick smile, he left. I needed a good, stiff drink. After
recovering from the shock of his renting a bi movie, I couldn't resist pulling
his rental account back up on the computer. Doing a quick history search,
I found a list of about 50 tapes he'd rented over the past 12 months.
Damn, that was nearly a movie a week! I went through the list, title by
title, looking for any bi tapes, but found only one... 'Bi Sex Anal Orgies #7.'

I sat there, my head swimming, and wondered how the fuck I was going to
be able to sleep when I got home that morning. Smile.