I remember one day a couple of years ago, I played a little hooky and spent about three hours at an adult theater in Nashville called House of Thrills (now defunct). $10 at the door got you into two upstairs rooms, one showing a straight film and a gay movie in the other.
Before I even got there my cock was twitching and my breath caught when I saw this really hot guy going into the bathroom. In his late thirties, dark wavy hair, medium height, shirt unbuttoned halfway, and enough chest hair to make me want to lose myself in it until next week. I hoped he'd venture upstairs, so I went up. Suddenly the door opened behind me, and Mr. Chest was there, gliding into the straight room. I followed. Once there, we perched in sunken sofas and eyed each other as we looked at the screen and stroked our crotches. A squeak warned me that somebody else was coming in...and here he was, and how could it be that there were two of these dark-hairy-and-handsome types in here at once, with nobody else upstairs to interfere?
We sat, eyes traipsing around to each other. I unzipped my jeans and reached in for some stimulation...guy #1 unbuttoned his shirt all the way (cue the drooling) and opened his pants to reveal a great six-incher with a smooth upward curve. Guy #2 reached in and hauled out a long, slender cock...nearly eight inches. Stroking and rubbing and reaching and sucking, we got more and more excited. As we stood in a triangle, cocks poking out of our pants, we took turns bending over to suck each other. I kept leaning over and burying my face in the chest hair of the first guy, worrying his nipples and then working my way down to meet his curved dick.
The taller of the two, who had the longest dick of all of us, was in heaven -- having two guys work over his chest and cock and balls while he held both our cocks, trying to stroke us. He was shaved, and his stubble covered him from cock to chin.
Eventually, his slippery cock thickened and he began moaning. The other guy and I increased our pace. I pumped his cock with my right hand and sucked the head, I felt the underside of his cock swell with cum. As he came, I squeezed so all the cum poured out over my hand. He shook and gasped and groaned, and the other guy was stroking himself fast.
Just as his last convulsions finished, I heard the outer door open, and we all zipped up fast and the guy who came left. Guy #1 and I circled each other, just waiting for a chance to get back together. We wandered into the gay room when the new arrival, a stonefaced older man, came into the straight room. Once there, we picked up where we left off. Over a period of half an hour, we played with each other, stroking, sucking, kissing, feeling, and me loving all that chest hair. Guys came in and went out, and some stayed to watch the show. Eventually, his beautifully curved dick grew harder and harder, and I enjoyed getting his cum all over my hand, too. Now I had two guys' cum to use as stroking lube.
In the next two hours, I sucked six other guys, took three more loads, and gave up one of my own to the floor -- when I stroked one stroke too many and lost control.
Mr. Chest Hair even came back for more. Seeing him in profile, with that cock rearing upward, was worth the price of admission. He yielded another load as big as the first. He smiled, which is always a nice thing in that setting, and said "You're making me feel like I'm 25 again." He didn't look that far from 25 in the first place.
My final scene was seeing one man sitting in the corner, sucking a guy standing beside him who had a very purplish-red cock, quite long, but not quite eight inches.
After the sitting guy accidentally came while sucking, I took over, and enjoyed having this handsome blond guy squirt his cum all over my hands and jeans. I joined him and dumped a second load.By this time it was early afternoon and I had work to do. So I hopped in the car, drove around and picked up some supplies, and got back on the interstate to go home. As I drove up the ramp, there on the side of the road stood a guy waving.
"Wow, cute!" I thought, as my foot automatically hit the brake and I pulled over. He ran up to the car and said, "Thanks! I'm going to Knoxville and need to get to the I-40 interchange." I told him OK, I wasn't going to Knoxville but I could go to the split. As we drove, I realized just HOW cute this guy was. Military haircut, but boyish-looking. Sandy brown hair, and lo and behold, a little chest hair peeking out of his T-shirt collar. Another walking cumload, but probably not for me.
We chatted, and then he asked me if I lived in Nashville.
"Nope, just here for a little bit."
"Working today?"
"No, just fooling around a little."
"Doing what?"
An opening. Do I take it? Sure. Why not? Well, he might freak out. So what? He asked. "Do you really want to know what I've been doing today?"
"Sure." Here goes.
"Well, I'm just getting on the road after hanging out at an adult theater giving blowjobs."
Silence.
"You're kidding."
"Nope, really."
"You actually were at a theater giving blowjobs?"
"Yup. Sorry you asked?"
"No, not really...it's just...."
Silence.
"Do you want one?"
Omigod. Did I just say that? He turned and looked at me. Is this when I get hit? How will I steer the car over the side of the road safely?
"You want to give me a blowjob?"
Actually, more than that, stud. I want to rip off your T-shirt and run my hands over that hairy chest, then open your jeans and attack your cock and balls until you empty every last sperm into my mouth.
"Sure, if you want one. You said you and your wife are separated, so maybe it's been awhile, huh?"
"Yeah, OK, if you want."
By this time we were nearly at the interchange, so I veered off an exit and pulled into an apartment complex, way in the back. I reached over and stroked his crotch. He hiked up his hips, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his jeans and underwear down a little bit. His cock reminded me of that paragraph in the book Scruples where the guy's pants are opened and his cock is lying limp on his pubic hair. He wasn't hard yet...I think this guy was in shock, too. I leaned over and took his dick in my mouth, thinking once again that, yes, you can never know a guy completely until you have smelled him right there.
I began fingering his hairy balls and -- hallelujah -- running my hands through a thick bush of pubic hair, all the way up a steady treasure trail of hair on his stomach, up to his chest, spreading across to his nipples. As I felt him with two hands and worked his cock with my mouth, I felt him grow and grow. Moment by moment it became easier to suck in rhythm, as his penis swelled. I moved one hand to stroke while sucking and kept working his balls. This went on about five minutes.
Then he started to moan and move, and that familiar steely hardness filled my mouth. Never had six inches or so felt so much like a flagpole. I ran my tongue up and down, my hands going fast on his shaft and hairy balls, my mouth here and there...until I felt that familiar sensation riding up the underside of his cock.
The cum rolled out like an encore, five or six pulses of it, just the right thickness. Obviously he hadn't jerked off too much in the last couple of days.
I kept stroking and playing, rolling the cum around my fingers, bringing drop after drop to the tip and wiping it off. Slowly his (hairy!) legs relaxed, his chest dropped and he let out his breath.
"Oh God!"
"Good, huh?"
"Oh God, I can see why you're popular at that theater."
I don't know about that, I wanted to say. But I CAN give a blowjob.
"Well, you're welcome," was what I said.
With that, the deed was done and I took my hitchhiker back to the intersection, dropped him off in the median, and merged onto the highway back home. As soon as I was back in traffic, I unzipped, hauled out my dick, and proceeded to use his cum as lube for orgasm #3.
Quite a day.
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