Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2003 03:27:13 -0500 From: Mike Subject: Downstairs at the FOX - 3 Many thanks to all who have read the first two chapters of this saga.....and encouraged me to write more. A special thanks to DON, who actually tracked down an old picture of the famous FOX Theater, and forwarded it on to me. Wow, that made my memories even MORE vivid! This may be the last installment for a while.....I've been thinking about delving into fiction with a story about a Dad AND Mom completely dominated by their stud son.....what do you think of that idea? Let me know at willingmike@yahoo.com. But in the meantime.....all the usual legal warnings apply, don't continue with this unless you are of age, etc etc etc, blah-blah-blah. Now follow me back in time to another adventure (or two or three) in the basement of the Fox Theater in Indianapolis, circa early 1960's. I had snuck away from the house to see what was going on downstairs at the Fox tonight.......not much, unfortunately. I headed down that long staircase to the basement as soon as I got inside the theater, only to find a very dark Italian type with hairy legs spread wide, reclining on one of the toilets. He was being serviced as usual (I recognized him immediately from previous visits....it was always the same scene) by one of his cocksuckers kneeling in front of him, loudly slurping on his very hefty-sized dick. I had never seen the guy in any other position....never standing in front of one of the eager cocksuckers, so at least you could get a look at his ass....but always lounging back on a toilet seat. The old black guy who gave shoe shines down there (yeah, seriously, in the big ante-room at the bottom of the stairway) was standing on the toilet seat in the next booth, hanging his head over the side and obviously enjoying the show from that view. I walked past them and plopped down on the toilet in the very last stall, thinking I'd wait there a while and see if there was going to be any more action. Well, it didn't take long. There must have been an intermission in the burlesque show upstairs, because the squeaky door at the top of the stairs started squeaking like crazy, and I could hear several footsteps on the stairway, and some laughter and conversation, as men headed down to take a leak or........whatever. I wondered if the Italian's cocksucker had bothered to get up off his knees from where he was servicing his master three stalls down, but I doubted it! Pretty soon a couple of guys cruised down the area in front of the stalls, checking out each one to see what was going on, before they turned and headed back toward the urinal. One of them was hotter than hell.......a young, Blonde God who was kind of stocky and clean cut and looked like he probably played football at nearby Butler University. My mouth automatically flew open (an invitation if ever there was one) as soon as I saw him, but he just did the nonchalant cruising bit and walked away. I started to pull up my pants and go after him when another young guy in a heavy long coat (and this was summer, folks!) walked past, took one look at me, and stepped up in front of me in the stall. He pulled the coat apart and his already hard cock stuck straight out from his fly.....he was ready for immediate relief, and there was no doubt that he had chosen me to provide it. And who was I to argue with "need"? Well, it wouldn't have done me much good to argue anyway, 'cause that rock hard dick was stuck forcefully into my mouth and obviously had no intention of pulling out till it was drained. So drain it I did......and I worked faster and with even more expertise than usual, because (1) there were still a lot of guys milling around at the urinal and in the area in front of the stalls, and (2) I wanted to go after that blonde football player! Once my hot (he couldn't have been too comfortable in that damned coat!) new friend was completely satisfied and had zipped up (without ever saying a word to me, by the way) I quickly headed upstairs to the theater. The next show hadn't started yet, so there were dim lights on, and it didn't take me long to spot Blonde God sitting midway down toward the stage, all by himself. It also didn't take me too long to sit down next to him, give him a meaningful look, and start rubbing my hand up and down his right leg. He definitely got the message, and once he had nodded affirmatively I jumped up and headed back to that squeaky door......ran down the steps....and waited. By that time it was quiet again downstairs. 'Italian' had apparently been drained, because he had pulled his pants up and was standing in the area in front of the stalls talking leisurely to an older guy I had seen there before.....a notorious (and talented) ass-eater. As soon as I heard the door open upstairs, I knew who was headed down....and I got my pants to my ankles and sat in the very first stall (so he wouldn't have far to go!) My football player ignored the other two guys completely.....once he spotted me and my position, he just walked over, slipped his pants down mid-thigh, and slipped (slammed, actually) his beautiful cock in my mouth. You know, after all these years I remember him and his cock (and his ass) so well......the dick was slightly bent to the left, was not huge but VERY comfortable in my mouth and throat......and the ass was so smooth and firm and full and felt wonderful under my squeezing hands. I was taking my time on this blow job, because I wanted him to take his time and enjoy it. Then I became aware, though my direct vision was obviously blocked, that 'Italian' snapped his fingers, and there were scurrying noises behind my blonde. Apparently the ass licker had been ordered into service, because I was aware that he was kneeling behind 'Blonde' and the slurping noises on his bubble butt matched my own slurping noises on his solid dick. This went on for a while, and I sort of lost track of what was going on because I was so involved in my own "work." I had been rubbing the blonde's nice, thunder thighs for a while during this portion of my suck job, and started to take my hands back up to that wondrous ass of his, when suddenly I realized his ass was occupied! Damned if there wasn't another body pressed tightly behind his........I pulled my mouth off his dick long enough to see what was going on, and realized the Italian Stud apparently hadn't been drained earlier after all.......or had sure made a comeback quickly......because he was strenuously fucking his Italian Sausage in and out of my football star's asshole.......and the Blonde hadn't even muttered or moaned when he had stuck it in there. But my guy did mutter now....to me. Those words I love to hear. "Keep suckin,' buddy." So I surely did what I was told. And now I'll give you the amazing (still amazing to me, to this very day) end of this story. 'Italian' yelled out like he was in the middle of a deserted woods somewhere when he unloaded up Blonde's ass......and Blonde promptly unloaded down my throat......LOTS of very tangy cum, but without a single utterance from him. In fact, I probably made more noise than he did just swallowing it! So everyone was done (I thought) and pulling out and pulling away and pulling up trou.....when all of a sudden this Blonde God, this guy I imagined, at least, to be a macho football star.....mutters something else to me: "YOU wanna fuck me too?" Oh my God, did I ever! And this stud to end all studs, who obviously is a bigger fag than any of the rest of us downstairs at the Fox, promptly leans over the toilet I had just serviced him from, and offers me that beautiful blonde ass with Italian cum coating the light blonde hair all around his well-used hole.........for MY enjoyment. And enjoy it I did.....trust me! In fact, even 'Italian'.... who had now moved over to and bent over the urinal, dropped his pants again, and was allowing the ass-eater to feast on his own hairy butt....looked over at us and gave me a warm smile as I pounded.....and pounded and pounded.....our mutual blonde piece of ass for that evening. I wonder if any of you guys are still around.....I have heard from one 'Fox Player' who was there enjoying the atmosphere at about the same time I was. Hell, who knows......maybe he once did me or I once did him or we once did each other! Sure do miss those days.....and those memorable men.