Backwoods Boys Series
Adult Movie Arcade
 
By: Backwoods Boy
(© 2022 by the author)

Edited by: Michael

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Tuesday, August 8, 1961

Once again, Eric was hitchhiking, a form of transportation which was also becoming a form of recreation. In addition to a pair of flip-flops, he wore his white, lightweight Parr of Arizona tank trunks - sure-fire bait for getting a ride, and sometimes more. A t-shirt was draped casually over his shoulder.

This time, his benefactor was a frat boy driving a 1956 Rambler. The hunk had driven past him slowly, then gone around the block in order to pick him up. The OSU tank top he'd been wearing on the first pass was notably missing when he stopped. As he rolled down the passenger window, his smooth, muscular torso made Eric's mouth water and his cock stiffen.

"Where are you going, buddy?"

"Lloyd Center."

"So am I. Hop in. I'm Gary."

Eric had a suspicion the frat boy's destination had been modified to suit that of his own. He climbed in and tossed his t-shirt into the back seat next to that of the driver. The maneuver pushed the tip of his semi-hard cock above the waistband of his shorts, where he left it.

"Thanks for the ride, Gary. I'm Eric."

"Glad to help you out. What takes you to the Lloyd Center?"

"They're having a big one-year anniversary celebration."

"Yeah, I hear it's the biggest mall in the country."

"That's what they say. Bigger than the Northgate Mall in Seattle, for sure."

Having merged with freeway traffic, Gary checked Eric out. The lust in his eyes and the ridge on the left side of his Levi's cutoffs made his interest clear.

"Nice shorts, Eric."

"Thanks."

"Dressed like that, I thought you were going to Rooster Rock."

"Not today."

Gary checked him out again, focusing on the blond fifteen-year-old's exposed shaft.

"Ever get any pussy on that nude beach at Cock Rock?"

Eric smiled inwardly. Getting screwed was half the fun of hitchhiking, and the frat-boy stud would be an easy score. He'd play his diffident, innocent, backwoods-boy role - one he'd found useful in the past.

"No, I haven't. How about you?"

Gary smirked. "Lots of times."

Eric knew it was bullshit. The girls, few as there were, all hung out at the main beach with their parents or boyfriends. He played along with Gary's fantasy.

"I didn't know there were girls there who'd put out." He smiled shyly. "Besides, I wouldn't know what to do with it if they offered it to me."

Gary laughed as he glanced at the boner emerging from Eric's shorts.

"With a cock like that, you'd be a shoo-in. Why don't you pull it all the way out and show it to me?"

As if he'd suddenly realized he was exposed, Eric pushed his pole back into his shorts.

"I don't know…"

"Come on. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Eric hadn't heard that line since grade school. With a show of hesitation, he reached for the tabs of the zippers hidden in the side seams of his shorts and partially opened them. Gary glanced down.

"Cool shorts." He winked conspiratorially . "Easy to get them off for a beach-towel quickie."

That was very true. Eric had taken advantage of the feature more than once, but the quickie hadn't been in the orifice Gary was promoting. He smiled shyly.

"Yeah, I guess so."

Gary reached over and ruffled Eric's hair.

"You gotta get over being bashful, boy. You'll never get any pussy that way."

Eric's pussy-mentor had forgotten his name. Since he was now just "Boy", he gave Gary his best boyish smile. Gary continued.

"Now pull out that nice boner and show it to me."

With pretended reluctance, Eric pulled out his pole. Gary inspected it.

"Nice. Stroke it a few times."

"But..."

"Go ahead. Don't be shy."

Anxiously watching Gary, Eric stroked his pole, quickly making it harder and longer. Gary looked over again.

"You've got a nice one, kid. You gotta use it for something besides jacking off. Leave it out and play with it some more. I like looking at it."

"Are you gonna show me yours now?"

"A little later. Can't do it while I'm driving."

Eric could have solved that problem, but it wasn't in his script.

As Gary shifted down to take the Lloyd Center exit, he put his hand on Eric's knee, and then let it drift upwards to grasp the boy's throbbing pole. Still doing his shy act, Eric put his hand on Gary's wrist as if to pull it away, but then arrested the action and looked out the window as if he'd decided to ignore what the frat boy was doing.

In the park-like area that fronted the mall, a couple of shirtless hunks were playing with a Frisbee, a popular toy that had come out a few years earlier. As Eric watched them, Gary took the conversation in a new direction.

"Ever mess around with a guy?"

Still watching the hot Frisbee players, Eric replied hesitantly, as if reluctant to reveal such a thing.

"Yeah, a little bit... With a friend... Once."

Gary removed his hand and turned into the mall entrance. In reality, Eric had no interest in the mall - it was only a starting point to walk downtown. Stroking his pole slowly and seductively, he turned back towards Gary and made an offer he expected to be refused.

"You can let me out here if you want to."

"I wanna check out the inside parking area. I'll take you to the elevator."

Gary circled up the ramp to the unoccupied top level. Parking in the corner furthest from the elevator, he turned off the engine.

"Time to pay for the ride."

Eric feigned confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Gary unbuttoned his cutoffs. Eric salivated. The guy was a hunk with a cock to match.

"Pull the seat forward and then lift the lever on the right side of the seat. Five times"

Eric fell backwards in stages as the seat folded flat. Gary laughed at his look of surprise.

"I guess that feature of the Rambler is new to you. Take off your shorts."

"Why?"

"As if you don't know."

"I don't wanna take 'em off."

"Take 'em off anyway."

"You're gonna fuck me, aren't you?"

"Is the pope Catholic?"

"I don't want you to fuck me."

"Tough shit. Take 'em off."

Eric was having fun. He slid further onto the backseat. Unzipping both sides, he pulled his shorts out from under himself and laid them beside his shirt. Kicking off his flip-flops, he rested his feet on the edge of his seat. He watched in silence as Gary lubricated his pole, then reached between the younger boy's legs to grease the portal to paradise.

"Did your friend go all the way?"

"What friend?"

"The one you messed around with."

"All the way where?"

"Don't play dumb with me, kid."

"I don't know what you mean?"

"Didn't he fuck you?"

"No, he gave me a blow job."

"You've never been fucked?"

"No."

Gary smiled with satisfaction. Setting the lube aside, he dropped the driver's seat down and carefully positioned himself on top of the younger boy. Moving his feet to the dashboard, Eric continued with his role.

"Aren't you gonna take your shorts off?"

"No."

"Why not? You made me take mine off."

"I can fuck you just as well with them on."

"Are you gonna pull out?"

"Sure, after I go all the way."

"All the way where?"

"Listen, kid. Are you trying to jerk me around?"

"Why would I wanna do that?"

"Quit stalling, kid."

"I just wanna know... No... Don't... Oh, fuuuuuck!"

With his bare feet pressed against the dashboard, Eric clutched at the edges of the seat and howled with simulated dismay as Gary pushed his pole in balls-deep. Suppressing a smile, he delivered the last line of his innocent-backwoods-boy script.

"You can't do this to me!"

Gary pulled back and slowly thrust in again. Then he looked down at Eric's stunned expression with a satisfied smile.

"Oh, yeah? Watch me."

Now seemingly resigned to the event, Eric idly stroked Gary's muscular back, waiting for the grunt of pleasure which would tell him the stud had finished servicing him.

As Gary blew his load, Eric smiled to himself. A half-dozen adolescent drivers now thought they'd taken his virginity. It was more fun for both of them that way.

************

In the warm, late-morning sun, Eric walked the mile down the hill and across the river to the downtown area. He would have taken the bus, but he'd forgotten his shirt when Gary dropped him off at the mall entrance on his way out. He'd buy another one if he needed it, which he might. Carrying out the rest of his plan for the day would be tricky.

The first adult movie arcade in town, even newer than the Lloyd Center, had recently opened. He'd heard about it on the radio, mostly because of the protests over its existence. He'd laid as much groundwork as he could. Now he'd see if he could get in.

As expected, the arcade was in the seedy part of the downtown area. A shirtless fifteen-year-old in sexy shorts was an anomaly that turned the heads of passers-by. Oblivious to the attention he was getting, Eric continued until he was in front of a marquee that both warned and titillated the observer about the delights inside - and specified clearly that one must be eighteen to enter.

Eric opened the opaque glass door and entered, not prepared for what he found. Most of the store was occupied by magazines, the full-color covers of which showed young women displaying their assets as fully as possible while still modestly clothed. Beyond that were more racks with 8MM movies for sale, guaranteed to reveal every sexual perversion known to man. Behind the counter was a display of primitive rubber dildos, and in front of them, a bored clerk in his early twenties. The clerk surveyed Eric with a jaundiced eye.

"How old are you, kid?"

"Eighteen."

"Let's see some ID."

From the hidden pocket on the front right side of his shorts, Eric pulled out a driver's license with a photo in which he'd tried to look as mature as possible, and on which he'd rubbed dirt to make it appear it wasn't only a week old. The document declared that he was a couple of months past his eighteenth birthday. The clerk looked up at him.

"Where's your shirt?"

"I lost it."

The clerk stared at him for several seconds. Eric boldly stared right back. A fleeting smile crossed the clerk's face.

"You've got more balls than a brass monkey, kid. If you're eighteen, I'll eat my hat. But I like kids with balls. What can I do for you?"

Eric put back the driver's license and handed the clerk a five-dollar bill.

"I need some quarters."

The clerk counted them out and handed them to him.

"The door's to your left."

"Thanks."

Eric wanted to check out the magazines, but he also wanted to be out of sight of the clerk before the guy changed his mind. He headed for the door to the darkened back room. At the entrance, a bulletin board revealed what movie was showing in each of the ten booths. All of them were straight. Eric was disappointed, but not surprised. Gay movies weren't exactly mainstream yet. As he turned to leave, the clerk spoke again.

"Try eleven and twelve. At the end of the room. We don't advertise the gay films."

"Okay, thanks."

As he turned again towards the back room, movement nearby got his attention. Pausing briefly, he saw a boy holding a magazine and evaluating him closely. Apparently it was underage-patron day, because the kid wasn't more than a couple of years older than Eric.

Eric did a similar evaluation. In keeping with the current teen fads, the boy wore a spotless, white t-shirt; white Converse athletic shoes; and extra-long, loose-fitting Levi's with the cuffs turned up four inches. With curly black hair and dark expressive eyes, the high-school jock was a walking wet dream.

Still wishing to be away from the watchful eye of the clerk, Eric quickly stepped into the arcade room. It was clean, but it had a unique pungent odor that he couldn't identify. Everything was painted black, and the only illumination was provided by a handful of nightlights and the emergency exit sign over the door in the rear.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Eric took stock of his surroundings. The room was thirty feet long and twelve feet high. An eight-foot-wide hallway led from the front to the rear. Along each side were six cubicles with seven-foot-high walls. Each cubicle was five feet wide and ten feet deep and contained a single continuous-loop movie projection system housed in a plywood enclosure. The backs of the three-foot-wide enclosures faced the hallway, leaving a two-foot-wide, open walkway around to the private, recessed viewing screen inside the cubicle.

The whirring sound of movie projectors indicated three were in use. Eric was happy to find the two at the end vacant. Arbitrarily selecting the one to the right, he walked down the narrow seven-foot-long walkway and turned into the open space in front of the viewing screen. A single nightlight allowed him to observe a box of tissues and a wastebasket, and to find the coin slot in which to drop a quarter.

The silent movie started where the last patron had left it. Projected onto the screen, two naked, agile eighteen-year-olds wrestled on a bed. The wrestling quickly transitioned to kissing and groping. Then the screwing began.

The boys were hunks, and Eric was quickly hard. Unzipping both sides of his shorts, he removed them and hung them over the dividing wall. Dropping a little saliva onto his boner, he began to jack off, synchronizing his strokes with the boy in the movie. He was just getting into his stride when the screen went blank. Oh yeah, more quarters. He inserted the rest.

As the movie began again, Eric sensed a presence and turned to look. The boy he'd seen earlier had slipped unnoticed down the walkway, and now stood silently behind him. His shirt was draped over one shoulder, and he was unbuttoning his Levi's. Eric watched as he pulled out a magnificent boner and began to stroke it.

Eric's eyes took in the boy's rock-hard abs, smooth muscular chest, and broad athletic shoulders on their way up to his innocently seductive face. He was the personification of youthful sensuality. Influenced by the pheromones emanating from the boy's faint musky scent, Eric reached out and gently touched his hard abs.

"Wanna watch with me?"

"Yeah."

The boy hung his shirt next to Eric's shorts and inserted several quarters into the machine. Eric moved to one side so his companion could see better. His eyes returned to the movie, and his hand to his pole, but his mind was on the boy behind him.

After a few moments, the boy's hands reached around to roam over Eric's chest and abs, and then moved back to caress his ass cheeks. Eric gasped and his knees buckled as a middle finger found his pucker, still sensitive from the stimulation it had received only an hour earlier.

Placing his other hand flat on Eric's abs, the boy gently teased the portal open and slid his finger inside. Eric squirmed in ecstasy as the boy gently massaged his prostate before twisting the finger in as far as it would go.

Removing his finger, the boy slid his rigid pole along Eric's ass crack, and then down between his legs. With a sudden rush of excitement, Eric realized it was lubricated.

"Wanna fuck me?"

"Yeah."

"Go for it."

Eric spread his feet apart and braced himself against the projector enclosure. His companion positioned the tip of his pole and gently pressed forward. Eric groaned with excitement as the steel-hard shaft gained entry and slowly buried itself inside him.

His hands now on Eric's shoulders, the boy began a slow thrusting motion. He adjusted his position slightly to increase his depth of penetration. The boy might only be a year or two older, but he knew how to screw standing up.

Eric moaned softly as his sexual excitement grew. Part of his attention was still on the movie, where the top was screwing his buddy doggie style. His buddy clearly enjoyed it. Eric was enjoying the hard cock inside him too.

"Gonna go all the way?"

"Are you cool with that?"

"Yeah."

Now the boy's hands grasped Eric's hips as he drove in harder and faster. Eric's arousal intensified, and precum dripped continuously from his hard cock as his companion approached his climax.

The end came suddenly for both of them. The boy gasped with excitement as he drove his pole in deep and held his position. As his body pumped spunk into Eric, the younger boy blew his load against the projector enclosure.

The boy pulled out slowly, buttoned his Levi's, and retrieved his shirt. Pausing briefly, he put a hand on Eric's shoulder.

"Thanks, buddy. That was awesome."

"My pleasure."

As his companion quickly departed, Eric stretched, and then made use of the box of tissues and waste basket before reaching for his shorts. The movie was still playing. No longer interested, he returned to the front room. The clerk looked up from the dimestore novel he was reading.

"Did you have a good time with my kid brother?"

It took a few seconds. A smile slowly spread across Eric's face.

"Yeah, I had a really good time."

The clerk chuckled. "So did he."

A light was dawning.

"Is that why you let me in?"

The clerk put down his book. "Yeah, he hangs around when I'm working. Sometimes, I let a kid like you in for him to have sex with." He handed Eric's five-dollar bill back. "It's on the house today."

Eric looked at the shirts on the wall and returned the five dollars.

"I'll need a shirt to ride home on the Greyhound." He pointed. "I'd like one of those, size medium."

The clerk handed him a white t-shirt that announced in bold black letters:

I GOT LAID

at the

EROS ARCADE

Then he reached under the counter.

"Here's a magazine I think you'll like, compliments of our distributor."

The magazine was in a plain brown wrapper. Eric pulled it out and looked at the cover, then the centerfold. The two guys screwing were nowhere near eighteen. He grinned up at the clerk.

"Thanks, buddy. This has been an awesome day."

Posted: 02/24/2023