I was entering that stretch on Sunday afternoon where there seems to be nothing to do at all, and the whole world seems to grind to a halt. That time when no matter how much you planned to do during the week, and no matter how much you have to do the coming week, there is nothing to do. The nothing-ness that sits on you, dead, dark, and quiet. The time of solitude and nothingness. The existentialist hell that begins at 3:30PM every Sunday afternoon.

I decided a trip to the video arcade would be a good way to get through that bad Sunday afternoon patch. If nothing else, I could lust after the skate punks and surfers that hang around there. I pulled on my blue nylon jogging pants (with the cool stripe down the sides), zipped up my over-dyed hoodie and headed out the door.

The arcade was on the main drag, which was pretty quiet, like everything else on Sunday afternoon. It was humid in there, really humid. A heavy set old Asian woman sat behind a low counter, dozing in the warm air. She is an anachronism, even if the VR games weren't priced at $4 even, there was a change machine that could probably count quarters faster than she could.

There were only a few people in the place, a handful of club girls wearing their 'Hello Kitty' outfits hovered around the soda machine. Most of the crowd at the arcade was usually younger than I am (which is twenty-eight). There was a good looking blond haired guy, about my age, maybe a couple of years older and a guy, early twenties, like 21 or 22, who was still working that sort of outdated grunge-look.

Being old fashioned, I picked a standard pinball machine to play first. The blond haired guy strolled over and stood close to the pinball machine as it rang and whistled. Actually, he was standing too close. He had his body pressed up against the machine as I played. Like me, he was wearing nylon sweat pants, and through the fabric, I could see his erection as he rubbed it against the vibrating machine.

Now there's a great way to pass the long Sunday afternoons, I laughed to myself, as my own dick stirred in my sweats. I looked around. The Change Woman was definitely down for the count, the Hello Kitty girls were making their way out of the place and the grunge guy was caught up in tuning his walkman.

What the fuck, I thought, and decided to try and play pinball with one hand. With my free hand I grabbed my now stiffening dick through my sweats to let Blondie know I was into it. Pressing my cock against the smooth nylon fabric of my pants only made me harder.

Giving up on the pinball game altogether, I stood next to blondie and began slowly stroking my full hard-on though my pants. In response, Blondie slid back into the gap between the pinball machines along the wall. There was just enough room for him to press his back into the corner and face out. I moved in front of the gap, still rubbing my dick.

Our upper bodies were visible over the pinball machines, but our lower bodies were hidden. Blondie pressed his palm against my dick and rubbed the nylon against it. It felt great!

With his other hand, Blondie pulled his own cock out into the air. It was fat and veiny, as he worked it in his hand. Using my thumbs, I slid the waistband of my sweat pants down and hooked it under my balls. Blondie's eyes lit up when he saw my dick pop out.

He glanced around the arcade, and so did I. The Change Woman was snoozing and the grunge guy was playing some shooting game.

Confident, Blondie squeezed down to his knees, and took my cock deep into his hungry mouth. Fucking heaven! I gripped the pinball machines on either side for balance as I thrust my cock into his face. Blondie was so jammed in between the machines and the wall that he couldn't pull away if he wanted to. I could thrush as hard and deep as I wanted and he had to take it all down. And believe me, I was trying to push his limit.

With the humidity of the place and the action I was in, the sweat was pouring off my face. I shook my head to try and clear the saltiness from my eyes when I saw the grunge guy, standing right next to me. I guess the shooting game didn't hold his interest.

My first thought was to stop, but that just wasn't possible. If some one came and put a gun to my head and that point it still wouldn't be possible. Then I noticed the guy was looking down, watching me face fuck Blondie. The guy's baggy jeans were open and his dick was in his hand! This guy had a big dick! It was long and wet and uncut. And he was working it something furious.

I've always been turned on by watching other guys get turned on, and this guy was SO turned on, I lost it! Blondie pulled his face off my rod just in time and I shot fat, white, hot loads of cum into his hair, his face and his chest. Blondie had been pulling his meat this whole time and shot his wad on both my sneakers.

The grunge guy started to cum with a rapid succession of quick short breaths. He shot long ropes of clean white jizz all over the side of the pinball machine.

We quickly straightened up, and turned away like nothing had happened. The grunge guy returned to his shooting game, and Blondie folded his laundry and I moved to a new pinball machine.

The Change Woman didn't seem to wake up the entire time I was there, but she did open her eyes and smile at me as I left...