309

Had the opportunity the other day to visit an adult theater I hadn't been to in years. I remembered going in as a twentysomething guy and standing against the back wall while my eyes adjusted to the dark, and being surprised when an older man I hadn't even seen yet reached over and unzipped my jeans and went to work. So I thought I'd check it out again.

Cinema 309 is tucked right behind a KMart, so I stopped in to buy some boxers and a T-shirt, knowing that adult theaters are a lot more comfortable if you have fewer layers on. I wore the T-shirt but ended up wearing my jeans with no underwear because of the cold.

I paid my $10 and ventured in, standing against the same back wall, scanning the room. One guy was in the back row, jerking off under a coat on his lap. Why, I don't know. Everybody's there for the same thing! Other guys were moving furtively around the sides of the room and I heard a familiar gulping-gagging sound, which meant somebody had a throat full of cock.

I stuck to the back, eyeing the guys on either side. In their late fifties or sixties, which I never have minded as long as there's a hard cock involved. I could see one guy pull his dick out, then just as I began to turn and reach for it, he turned to the other guy and they began kissing and the dick disappeared into the other guy's hand. I could see pants being opened and dropped, so I went around them and checked out the second cock. A respectable six inches with a nice big head. I dropped to my knees and began sucking, licking it all around as the first guy probed his ass. After a few minutes of no apparent progress, my knees insisted on a break.

I stood off to the side for awhile, noticing that other guys had moved closer. One, a fortyish bearded blue-collar bear, was unzipped, so I moved in.

His pants open, his cock stood up with a gentle curve under a cloud of fine hair. Firm and hard, it gave me something to work with. Licking down the shaft to his balls and back up, I heard him moan, so I swallowed all of him and began the back-and-forth. He grew harder. I ran my hands up under his shirt and - nice! - a big bunch of chest hair between his pecs, which were soft and big enough to enjoy feeling, with some hair around his nipples. His hair trail went all the way down and I kept my hands moving, enjoying the moaning, the hairy body and the increasing hardness of his cock. One of my hands moved down to unzip my jeans and stroke my cock, which was fully hard by now.

After a minute or two, I felt his hands grab the back of my head and his cock thrust deeper, harder, and I felt the warm gush of cum across my tongue. I left my cock alone and kept squeezing his nipples, slurping his cock and hearing his moans as he slowed his pumping. Finally he eased out, cock dripping and zipped back up. I spat in the corner, wiped my mouth and said, "thanks." He just sighed, "whew" and left.

I needed a little break by this time, so I just stood and watched the fuck flick for a few minutes, eyeing everybody as they moved around. I saw a slender guy in front of me, leaning over on a railing with black sweat pants on. Nice ass, I thought, so I ran my hands over it and along the cleft. Back and forth, up and down, then another guy joined me. The sixtysomething owner of that cute ass never moved, even when I reached up and pulled down his pants.

I reached under and between his legs and felt a soft cock with a cock ring. Not being terribly into metal, I moved my hands backward and encountered a soft, lubed, hungry hole. I played with it, I think the other guy poked a finger in and then I thought, I think I'll fuck this guy.

Now, I'm never into fucking. I have gotten fucked only about 6 times in my life and have fucked fewer than that. When guys ask me what I'm into, I always say, "but I don't like fucking." But this time, I was ready.

I opened my jeans and dropped them. Squeezing the base, I pushed the head into the asshole, the owner of which never moved at all. I thrust in and out gently, feeling my orgasm build already, so I slowed. I started and stopped, started and stopped to manage the thrusting. Finally, when it was time, I gave one more thrust and felt my cock pushing my cum into his ass. I held onto him for a minute, then eased out. Somebody on my right said, "Hey, I think I want to try that."

Perhaps he did, because that nice asshole was still there, waiting and open, dripping with my cum. I zipped up and left.