In the 1980s, I was a young Los Angeles Police Officer, married and as straight as they come......I thought. It was well after midnight and I was driving home, horny as hell. As I passed an adult bookstore that was open for twenty four hours, I decided to check it out. I had driven past it every night for a year. I Walk in and the place is huge. No customers, just a middle aged white guy behind the counter. I say hello, he nods and I head to the far back where there is a row of video booths. I get in one, pop a quarter in and a porno starts. I click through the channels and see everything from straight to gay sex. For some reason, I stopped on a gay channel where two guys were getting it on. The movie stopped...I put in another quarter and soon had a full hard on. Even though there were no locks, there was a door, so I felt safe and pulled out my cock to masturbate. As I'm full on into it, bam! The door opens and it's the counter dude staring at my swollen cock. I was sooooo embarrassed. The movie timed out and I started to put my cock away and the guy says......no. Wait. He then pops a few quarters in, starts the movie again and ask if he can help me. I just automatically leaned back and was surprised that I let him touch my cock. My head was spinning with guilt and excitement as he dropped to his knees and just wrapped his mouth over my cock. He proceeded to give me the most intense blow job to date. I glanced down and saw that while he bobbed on my cock, he had his own out and was pumping away in full masturbation. Before long....I felt myself ready to cum and was not sure of the protocol. I just mumbled.....I'm gonna cum man.....he sped up his mouth piston and I unloaded into him. After about three spurts, I glanced down and saw him spray onto the floor. Just then, a bell rang up front, indicating a customer had entered. He jumped up and disappeared. I got myself together and as I walked out, our eyes met for a brief moment. I never went back to that place again. About two years later....I was in traffic court waiting to testify when I noticed a man staring at me in disbelief. Holy shit! It was the store guy and I was in uniformed. He recognized me. I pretended to be annoyed at his staring, hoping to convince him that it was not me but he knew. I've carried this secret with me for many years and the strange part is, I got hard just re telling it here.Has anyone else had such an experience?