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Plus all those dollar bills spent at the strip club
I loved smelling all the spunk, and especially seeing it drying on the TV screen. It really got me hot to think about the other guys who were so horny that they blasted huge ropes onto the screen. And then I would get so horny that I would join them in making a mess of the booth. Never apologize if you left a spermy mess in a booth ... it was very much a part of the fun in going in there in the first place!
I think its combination of the sounds around you and also the smell
It's easy now to forget how much money I spent searching the hundreds of channels of random stuff to find the hot shit that would get me off. Very frustrating. But I remember having some great orgasms in the booths.
Ah the old plywood bookstore booths . I did a lot of jerking and cock sucking there when i was young