Fuck it. I'm going in.As I stepped through the arcade doorway my heart continued to pound. Ilooked around. No one to be seen yet. The room was abo...t big. About halfof the store was the arcade. About 16 booths were lined up in the middleof the room. I walked forward and made my way past the first pair ofbooths. As I rounded the corner, I stopped. A man was standing outsideone of the booths. He appeared to be in his mid-fifties. He was about 5'10". He had white hair but no beard. No. I was halfway through my sixteenth year and the nearest I had got was fingering a girl roughly the same age. I suppose it was down to lack of confidence but I had kissed a few girls.It all changed on two nights in February 1969. I received a phone call from a girl who said that she had met me at a certain pub in Birmingham town centre. I knew then that she was lying as I had never been there. The phone call itself didn’t surprise me too much as at the time one of my mates had got into the habit. A few days later, they came over. It was a Saturday night. We had a couple of drinks before I pulled out a bag of weed and said, "I think it's time we really relaxed." We lit up a bong of some really good shit and got stoned. As the night wore on we became more uninhibited, Rich was kissing Nancy and feeling her up and I took the cue to do it the same with my wife. After about a half hour, this was obviously heading in a direction where we were going to end up in bed. We went upstairs to. He lightly felt my ass andmoved them so gently across my ass. Sometimes he would cup me andsqueeze. Once in a while I would feel his lips kiss my ass and it wasvery slowly. He was really getting into this.This went on for sometime and he told me how sexy I felt and what aturn on this was to him. I saw his cock was getting very hard and knewhe was enjoying it. He told me to continue playing the part of girlenjoying her ass being felt and kissed. I started to feel his tongue ashe kissed me. He.