Leslie and Gwen at the porn shop

(This is an independent story. But it also goes after "Gay Bottom Gets Gang Banged In Bar" and "Crossdresser In Local Jail Has Fun")

Hi everyone. My name is Gwen. I am one of two twinks that ride with a gay biker club. The other twink is Leslie. Leroy is the president of our club. Leroy knows a porn store owner. Happens this store is half tranny material. Magazines, books, DVDs, even dolls. He tells us just to go there, and the guy will tell us what to do.

Neither one of us has ever been in one of these places; why would we? On the way over there, we talk about what it might be like. Dark. Dirty. Smelling like cum. We've heard guys jerk off in little dollar booths. We're apprehensive but feel safe together.

We get there, and we're hesitant to go in. We walk around for a while. It's mostly industrial. Lots of parking space on nearly empty streets. We guess during working hours it's crowded. But it's 9 pm now. Finally, we step inside. It's well lit. Bright even. Very clean. Bleach clean. Very pleasant. There are a dozen or more customers. Mostly young guys. And they're shy. Avoiding eye contact. They want to look at me and Leslie, dressed in our slutty little outfits, but they don't want to be caught looking at us. The clerk is a tough-looking butch lesbian. She says she'll call the owner. She's gruff but friendly with us.

Leslie and I are fascinated by the store. Every inch of space is covered with a magazine or DVD. There are carousels of books with erotic covers. What we notice is there is only one of every magazine. It seems they pick them up and browse. I guess that's why the five-dollar browsing fee. The magazines seem to have trannies with huge fucking cocks. Their cocks are a turn-on. But a lot have these big balloon fake titties. We giggle at the tit scars under each titty. Why did they do that to themselves?

Leslie and I can't keep our hands off each other. No one seems to mind. In fact, the customers like it. When a fresh customer comes in or comes out from the booth area, they stop and stare at the both of us. We're caressing each other. Kissing. I like that they're watching.

The owner is a gruff, comically looking man. Turns out the clerk is his wife's daughter. They're respectful and friendly. I ask if it's alright if I get some water. There's a cooler with some cone paper cups. He keeps talking with Leslie while I browse around the store before I get us both some water.

Leslie asks me. "Gwen, do you know what those cups are for?" I look at her confused. "They jack off in them." I'm shocked, and then we both start giggling. We're afraid to laugh out loud, but we want to. Leslie adds. "He also told me what we're here for."

She leads me to the back room. There are those little one-person movie booths. But also there's this strange stage setup. The stage is completely inclosed, with nothing in it. Just a door in back. What's weird is customers go into one of five tiny stand-up areas. They look through a 2x3 ft. window at the stage. The owner asked if we want to perform on that stage.

Leslie told him we can do it, but we have to do it together. He said that's fine. In fact, he seemed all for it. He explained that guys tip. But we also get a percentage of whatever they pay. I'm looking at Leslie. "And Gwen, we can do whatever we like on that stage; nothing is off limits."

We didn't bring any costumes, so Leslie and I just go on stage barefoot and naked. All five of the booths are filled. We can see their faces. The stage is actually raised up above them. It's also inclined a bit towards them. Their end is curved, so if we're in the farthest corner, they can still see us. Our bare feet are face level with their faces.

It's a strange turn-on to look down and see five horny faces ogling us. Leslie and I come out, and we're kind of holding our hands in front of our crotches. We're kind of floating around, dancing, I guess. We decide it's best if we occupy separate parts of the stage. At least at first. So everyone can get a close-up look of her, then me. Without Leslie, I'm kind of clumsy. She's graceful and a natural. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch her and try to copy what she's doing. But I don't think these guys care about anything except seeing my naked body. My best move is bending over and spreading my ass cheeks.

It's hard not to notice that all five of their cocks are out and they're jerking themselves. I like to spread my butt cheeks and look through my legs. They're not even looking at my face. They're looking up at my asshole. Like I said, it's a turn-on for me too. A new way for me to feel horny.

When we start kissing, we can actually hear them beating off faster. In the middle of us tongue dancing so they can see it. I hear a loud slam. One of the windows has black metal over it. In a second the metal rises, and he's staring at us again. I lick my way down to Leslie's penis. I start sucking her. She's not really hard, but I suck her. I lick and suck her little balls. In a way I forget they're here. But it's hard to forget ten eyes staring at us. Then I realize we're here for them.

Leslie and I make love. We do what we normally do but also what we think is visual for them. We hear when they're jacking off faster and cumming. They're always quickly replaced by a new customer.

We only perform three 10-minute sessions an hour. There's a Cis dancer too. Backstage we're rubbing each other's feet a lot. When either one of us goes out into the store area, we kind of feel like stars. They even ask for our autograph. Sure, it's silly. And how long will our bike club stay in town? A month, two at most?