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After being propositioned one day by an unremarkable looking man with an equally unremarkable penis, I declined his offer and walked out of the toilets, and never sought a stranger’s prick in a public convenience again. I carried on with the usual rigours of life; going to work in a job I despised during the week, drinking myself into a stupor most weekends to sedate my unsatisfied mind. But by my mid thirties, I was curious to know what was behind the blacked out windows of the ‘Private Shop’…

This was to be a revelation to me. It took me several weeks to build up the nerve to actually set foot in the place, as the streets always seemed to be very busy every time I would loiter around the entrance to the shop. Eventually, I took the plunge and set foot inside the pornographic kingdom. The moment I passed through the beaded doorway, my eyes were assaulted with the images of well hung studs getting their enormous cocks sucked or some silicone chested woman having every orifice stuffed with man meat, faces drenched in cum. I immediately turned a shade of beetroot, my face aglow. A friendly young woman behind the counter broke off from the conversation she was having with a middle aged couple to greet me, and I embarrassedly responded. One wall was adorned with VHS tapes (I was amazed that anyone still had a player at this point), but most of the store was filled with DVDs. Behind the counter were dildos and vibrators of scary proportions, as well as some cheap and tatty costumes interspersed between the smutty movies, and an array of poppers on the counter-top. But in the corner of the shop, something caught my eye, and I was drawn to it like a moth to the flame…

In a section all to itself, a small bunch of DVDs and VHS tapes sat upon the shelf. The covers were adorned with beautiful women, but between their legs there was something very manly! I felt my own cock starting to become aroused, and felt another flush of embarrassment sweep over my face. I must have spent a suspicious amount of time staring at the covers, because the young female assistant asked if I needed any help.