adult bookstore clerks

[HardOneLA]

On 11/14/2022 at 6:25 AM, twoguyssssss4fun said:

So this goes back in time somewhere between 1990 and 2005. Lol my memory fails me . I think it was on route 5, I think the same road as another vid store that was called aircraft books, near Pratt Whitney. But they weren't right near each other. Someone else mentioned a place in rockville..Rockville... did you have to go down stairs for that one? Also, the one in Willimantic, think that was called Dans?Dan's?? My memory fails me... think there's still one in groton, but gavent been in years. I always liked the long island ones better as they had more couches and areas to get naked and walk around. Fantasy,  teasers, cheri bombs or cheri blosdoms, club babylon,  cherries, and palace video. I worked desk at palace a few times. Got friendly with the owner and strippers there. Whenever someone hot came in, I'd leave the front desk to someone else and go prowl the booths. Even did private shows with some customers.

I'm from Long Island originally!  Which ones were there that you recall?  I used to mostly go into the City from about the age of 15-16.

[Beefykinkysub]

On 9/5/2022 at 10:28 PM, topblkmale said:

Which bookstore as almost all Manhattan bookstore clerks are South Asian. I've never known any to fool around.

In one of the Chelsea bookstores, one of the clerks, apparently had a friend that I sucked off so when I exited the booth, he congratulated me and said that his friend was very pleased with my service. He let me feel his bulge and gave me his phone number so we could hook up outside but like all the others definitely they don’t do anything on the job when they are working.

[Bearseeder]

I got head from a clerk at a bookstore outside of Harrisburg PA. Took me into the storage room. Pulled out my cock and sucked it like there was no tomorrow

[sluttyjimmy]

I have had sex with adult bookstore and gay bathhouse clerks over the years.  The most outrageous experiences happened many times for almost four years, when I was 20 to 24 years old.

There was an adult bookstore down the hill and easily within walking distance from the Catholic college I attended.  I took time off before college, so I did not enroll at this college until I was 20.  That fateful night, I was one only customer in the bookstore in the middle of the night when the African American clerk in his mid-30s, as part of his overall cleaning process, cleaned and mopped the floor of the video booths next to the one I was using.  I had seen the clerk on previous visits, and he was well-built and came across as having street-smarts and a cocky attitude.

That night, when he was done cleaning the video booths next to mine, he opened the door to my booth, even though I was watching porn and the light over the door was lit, indicating someone was using the booth.  When he opened the door, I was naked except for my athletic socks and running shoes.  I was stroking my cock with my right hand and fingering my asshole a finger from my left hand.  I jumped when he opened the door and quickly removed my finger from my ass.

He clearly saw what I was doing, and I expected him to apologize and close the door. Instead, he said, “Don’t mind me,” and shoved his large middle finger up my ass!  I could not believe he was flipping me off with his middle finger up inside my fucking asshole!

To add to the moment, my video booth door was fully open because the clerk had pushed the rolling mop bucket against my door and the weight of it kept my booth door open wide.  As I stood there in utter shock and humiliation, he unzipped the fly to his shorts and pulled out a big, long cock.

In a condescending tone, he told me to turn around, get on my knees, and suck his cock hard.  I did as I was told and then he ordered me to stand up, turn around, and show him my “scrawny ass.”  Again, I did as I was told, and he ordered me to grab his cock and stick it in my fuck hole.  As soon as the big helmet head popped inside of me, he firmly grabbed my hips and started fucking me like crazy, not giving me any time to adjust the size of his cock.  I screamed loudly, but no one else was in the building and he did not seem to care.  He fucked me like I was a rag doll and finally he yelled loudly, “TAKE MY FUCKING BABIES, BITCH!” 

Once he calmed down and started breathing normally, he put his cock away and zipped up the fly of his shorts.  He swiveled me around and told me to clean fucking booth and to mop the booth floor good.”  He then said, “And here is some collateral to make sure you good a good job,” as he grabbed my sweatshirt and my shorts holding my wallet that were sitting on the stool in my booth!  As he walked the hall to the front of the store with my clothes, he yelled, “Return the mop to the supply closet when done and come up to the front counter.”

“FUCK!” I think to myself, feeling totally overwhelmed.  I am bare-ass naked with nothing on but my calf-length athletic socks and running shoes!  I quickly grabbed the cleaning supplies and cleaned the booth, even though I don’t know what I’m doing.  I then grabbed the mop, and mopped the booth floor, making sure I hit every spot so he would not ask for a do-over.  I literally ran full-force, rolling the mop bucket to the supply room and closed the door.  I then sprinted to the front of the store and the counter where the clerk is waiting for me before any new customers arrived.

Before I proceed further with that happened that night, I need to explain something about the counter where the clerks sit and deal with customers.  It is to near the front of the store, off to the side directly against a wall.  When you approached the counter, it is raised up off the floor whereby the clerk’s waist was shoulder level to the customer who stood below.  When the staff interacted with customers, it meant they needed to lean over slightly to grab money or merchandise that the customer lifted to them, with the item being slightly above the customer’s head level when the clerk took it, depending on the customer’s height.  I found out that night that the reason the clerk’s counter was so much higher than the customer was because there was an ADA ramp against the wall, with a 30” rise off the main floor to the floor for the counter area. 

As I ran to the counter and the clerk looked down on me from above with an arrogant smirk on his face, I pleaded for him to give me my clothes back.  He told me my clothes were behind the counter and to come on up and get them.  That’s when he pointed to the ADA ramp against the wall.  I ran up the ADA ramp and when I got to the top, I noticed there was a lot of equipment and merchandise stored the on the shelves underneath the counter.  The clerk sat on a stool with a back on it in the space where the clerks directly interacted with customers. 

He can tell I was looking around for my shorts and my sweatshirt and finally said, “I’m sitting on them.”  I responded by asking, “May I please have my clothes back?” to which he said, “It looks like they are teaching you good manners at that private Catholic school.”  My eyes bugged out due to him knowing more information than I felt comfortable.  I also wondered how he knew, and as if reading my mind, he said, “Your sweatshirt and socks,” to which I looked down at my athletic socks and saw they had the college logo and name on each side.  I knew my sweatshirt had the same logo and the college name on it.  FUCK, that was not my smartest move!

As I stood there totally dazed, the clerk said, “This is what you are gonna do…. You have not cleaned my cock after sticking it up your scrawny ass,” so get down here and clean it off and you will get your clothes back.

He made me unzip his fly and pull out his big ole cock and I started to get on my knees, when he stopped me.

“This is how it’s gonna be,” as he moved the stool he was sitting on about three feet. 

“You get on your hands and knees over here, and he pointed to the area direct under the counter where he interacted with customers.  I crouched down under the counter.  He then moved the stool back in place and sat on it, whereby his cock was level with my mouth.  He then barked out, “Now clean my fucking cock, bitch!”  I opened my mouth and started cleaning his cock.  After about five minutes, I heard the doorbell ring, which meant someone had entered the bookstore, since the clerk and I were alone up until then

The clerk greeted the new customer as he approached the counter, and the customer handed him money he wanted converted into tokens.  The clerk got the customer's tokens and handed them to him.  They talked for a bit and then the customer headed back to the video booths. 

Based on the position of everything, including me stuffed underneath the counter, the clerk totally interacted with this customer while I had my lips wrapped around his fucking cock the entire time!

A bit later, another customer came in and the clerk knew this guy, so they ended up chatting for like 15 fucking minutes before the customer got his tokens and went back to the video booth area.

That night, I sucked and cleaned the clerk’s cock for almost two fucking hours while he took care of customers.  At one point, when all the customers were in the video booth area, the clerk told me about his long-term plan:

He told me he worked at the adult bookstore Thursdays – Sundays from 9pm – 7am.  He notified me I would arrive at the bookstore every Thursday – Sunday at 10pm.  I would strip down to my college athletic socks and running shoes and crawl into position underneath the counter and take care of his cock.  I would be in position for 3-4 hours and then clean the video booths, wearing nothing but my shoes and college socks.  He told me that once I was done cleaning the booths, I could go back to my dorm room.  

I am sure I looked crestfallen at all this news.  All I wanted to fucking do was get off in my own video booth uninterrupted  while watching gay porn, and now I had become the adult bookstore clerk’s bitch! 

I was about halfway done with my freshman year on this fateful night.  Given we did this routine every week during the academic year unless I had school breaks or a really good reason otherwise, I estimated I was under that counter and took about 500 of his fucking loads!

Some additional things to know:

·      In addition to sucking this clerk’s cock off, he also fucked me.  When he fucked me, I was still stuffed underneath the counter, almost completely bent over so my head was down near my knees.  When customers were around, the clerk gyrated his hips to push his cock and out of me in a way that customers would not see any movement behind the counter. 

·      There were times when the clerk fucked me, and a customer asked for merchandise at the other end of the clerk counter.  When this happened, the clerk swiftly pulled his cock out of my hole to get the merchandise, and when he returned to the customer end of the counter, he seamlessly speared his cock back inside my open hole without even touching his cock.

·      During the entire time under the counter, I was expected to be completely silent while customers were present, so no one would ever know what a fucked-up mess I had gotten myself into.

·      The clerk said I would only be wearing my calf-length college athletic socks and running shoes when I cleaned the booths.  He also said that unlike tonight, there would usually be customers around while I clean the video booths, and it is important for those sexually deviant men know that a good Catholic boy was cleaning up all of their cum.  He said not to worry, the customers were loyal to the bookstore and would not report me being bare-assed naked while cleaning.

·      To continue with the Catholic theme, the clerk also said there would always be times when I cleaned the video booths that I would find used condoms full of cum or wet cum on the walls, video monitors, or booth floors.  He said part of my cleaning process would be to collect all wet cum since the Catholic Church said it is a sin to waste it.  Every time I cleaned the booths; I collected the used condoms and there was a jar with a lid with the cleaning supplies to collect the loose wet cum from the booths.  The sick fucker’s definition of not wasting that cum meant using it as lube on my fuck hole before he or anyone else fucked me.  It also meant drinking the rest of the cum not used as organic lube.

·      I also found out through a customer calling him by name, that the clerk’s first name is “Adair.”  When I confirmed that with him, the clerk gave a big arrogant laugh that was his first name and “Adair” and his name meant “Prosperous Spearman!”  He was definitely true to his fucking name!

Edited Sunday at 03:53 PM by sluttyjimmy

[Eagerindayton]

Guys that work at ABS, baths, or anyplace that sexual activity is going on probably hear this request throughout each shift. Just ask - the worst thing that can happen is hearing a no. The best thing is a yes that leads to servicing a regular cock. 

[chargedodger]

Was a young twink back in 77,22and blonde,blue eyed slender and loved sat nites at the local abs videobooths!Especially about 1am when bars closed and guys would wander in for annonymous sex before going home.The clerk would give me free tokens because he knew I was good for business,and you had to buy tokens from a machine before you could go in the back where the booths were.Clerk would always greet me and call me by name.sweet man.:)

[partying.hard]

I started visiting ABS right before my 16th birthday. I had a very poorly made ID that I had crafted together. Nobody else had to show an ID but I was obviously young. The clerk let me in and he was the first adult who became my fuck buddy. Turned out he only lived five or six blocks from my parents home.
 

but the best story was a guy working SF Gulch. As part of his compensation, he was allowed to crash in the apartment/office downstairs in the basement. We were cruising each other but nothing happened at first. I chatted him up as I was leaving and he invited me to come back at 2 am. Shift change. He took me downstairs and we partied. It seems like 10 hours later before we came out of there again. From what I remember, mid 20s. Skinny, tatted, looked like a skater punk, and had a dick that still is on my biggest 10 list.

[Ozpig]

On 11/17/2021 at 8:41 AM, trainfan said:

I am wondering if anyone here has had the great fortune 

to interact with bookstore clerks while at the store.  I have 

not.

There is a hot older clerk at Adult Warehouse in Spokane

who I would like to blow.

I went into my bookstore here in Oz, quiet I was the only one there - next minute I heard a click on a door four booths down. Went in next door and got presented with a lovely slab of cut cut cock. Well of course is sucked right off swallowed and when I let we were still the only people in the joint. Loved his seed and he was a cracker to look at as wrll