Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2020 22:21:35 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: ABS DC ABS DC If you've gotten this far you know the drill. This is a work of gay fiction. It bears no resemblance to real people, places, or events. If that offends you please leave. It is the sole property of the author and may not be reused or reprinted without his written permission. If you enjoy the stories on this site please contribute : nifty.org/donate. Now sit back, unzip, and enjoy ABS DC cajuncock Adult book stores (ABS) are mainly located in urban inner city neighborhoods or near a large military base. The latter are prime hunting grounds for horny gay men and equally horny mlitary men on the DL. In an area near where I formerly lived there were a number of such establishments. The urban ABS was close to a naval base and a Marine base. It was built into an old 19th century theater. Downstairs was the standard store with magazines, and various bits of sex toys. To the side of the store was a discreet booth for purchasing movie tickets. They had popular, if somewhat dated movies in the main screen and another, smaller place for adult films. The smaller theater was actually built from the balcony of the original theater. The sloped seating allowed the customers some privacy from those who might mistakenly end up there. The films were mostly hard, straight porn attracting horny military guys. The sound system was loud enough to cover the moaning and sounds of slurping as sex went on in the seats. On any given night one could find Marines and sailors, legs spread open, jeans unzipped waiting to be serviced. I'd heard of the theater by word of mouth from some gay neighbors during one of our frequent dinner parties. I'd just moved in the area for work a few months before. It was a developing area, gentrified by the usual gays who wanted to set down roots. My job had provided a generous moving allowance so I rented a basement apartment. My neighbor upstairs, and also my landlord, was an obvious queen but a caring person who made sure that I had everything I needed. He also was sort of the block organizer. Soon I was invited to BBQs, cocktail hours, and potluck dinners. I'd never made any secret about being gay but did maintain a low profile. Being new to town I only knew of one or two gay bars. My new neighbors soon filled me in on all of the local gay gossip. They seemed to all have gay plumbers, gay electricians, and gay handimen. They also knew of the best places to eat and to meet guys. That's how I ended up in the ABS. I'd been warned off the place as being a bit "rough", just my style. On my first visit I stocked up on lube, DVDs, and gay mags. It was not subtle. The guy working the register got the message. He stuck a copy of the local gay paper in my bag. On the second visit as I looked over the rack of gay paperbacks one of the staff asked it I'd visited the movie house next door. He proceeded to fill me in on their main customer base- horny military and equally horny gay men. I thanked him, brought some lube packets and rubbers. and made a beeline for the theater. At the ticket booth I asked for a ticket for theater B. The young man working winked at me and handed me a stub for "B". He nodded to the green door on the side and said "Upstairs! Enjoy!" When my eyes adjusted to the darkened theater I notice about a dozen obviouly military young men and about 15 civilians sitting nearby. I walked up to the top, back row seats and found a seat about 2 in from the end. The film was the standard pussy and big dick porn. Not interested in that I scanned the audience. One of the military guys moved back to my row. The guy was staring over at me so I began rubbing my crotch, he was bold. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out a nice sized cock, slowly jerking it. I followed his lead pulling out my now stiff 9 inches. I looked over to see him smiling, licking his lips. I knew that I'd hooked him. I took a hit from the poppers to signal that I was there to play. He buckled his pants, leaving his now hard cock out and moved to the seat next to me. He was tall, over 6 feet, muscled, and with a blond crewcut. We didn't need words at this point as he massaged my stiffness. I gave him a hit of the poppers. He bent over and swallowed all of my inches at one time. This guy didn't seem to have a gag reflex. I let him suck for a while. But I knew that I had other plans for his hard, muscled body. He came up for air and I took the opportunity to grab his stiff cock. He moaned and fell back into the seat. I guessed that it might have been a while since he'd been touched by another man. I worked his cock to a near climax. I let go of his tool and leaned in to whisper "Let's go to get a drink and maybe go back to my place?" He nodded, leaning over to kiss my neck. We both dressed again and separately left the theater, meeting outside. I pointed to a familiar bar at the end of the block. We went in, ordered beers, and found a quiet corner to talk. Boy, he was a talkative one. Soon I knew his whole life story. I filled him in on the bare bones of my life before suggesting to split for my place, only a few blocks away. Once inside we wasted no time in stripping each other of every stitch of clothing. He was a horny young man and we were soon exploring every inch of each other's body. Being versitile we proceeded to every known sexual position. The boy's stamina was boundless. His own 9 inches were thick. He must've cum 6 times over the next two hours. I was exhausted and very satisfied. We slept for about an hour before starting over, slowly this time. Finally, sexually exhausted I suggested that I fix us some food. Over steaks and eggs, we talked some more. He asked if he might see me again? I agreed that we might want to meet some place other than the ABS or movie house. I told him of my schedule and gave him my cell number telling him to let me know when he was available again. At last we exchanged names. His was Chad and I gave him my middle name, Edward. It was near dawn when he left my place. He had to be back for roll call at 7AM. Our parting kiss was filled with passion that promised more. It was a few days later, early evening when my cell rang. It was Chad. It sounded like he was calling from a phone booth. In a near whisper he began "Ed, are you busy?" he asked. I replied "No." He continued "Can we meet for a drink or something at that same place?" I said "Sure say in about half an hour?" He agreed. I quickly showered, but a bottle of Vodka in the freezer, made sure all of the needed supplies were out and went to meet him. He was sitting in the corner of the bar nursing a drink. "Hi " I said and sat down. He looked up, almost with tears, saying "I thought that you might not show up." Laughing I said "Why not? We had a good time or at least I did." He polished off his drink asking "Can we go back to your place?" I stood and walked out with him following. On the way he explained that he had to be back on base by midnight. I understood and told him so. Once in the door I offered him a Screwdiver which he accepted. Over our drinks he began "I really enjoyed being with you and hoped I'd see you again." I nodded that I understood and told him that I found him exciting and very stimulating in bed. "Good" he said as he leaned over to kiss me. It was not a tender kiss. It was filled with passionate need. I stood, pulling him up and into my bedoom. He whispered as we undressed "I don't want to just fuck, I want to make love to you and have you make love to me." I pulled our naked bodies together, our stiff, leaking cocks pressed against each other. I fell back on the bed with him on top of me. He kissed my neck and ear saying "Can I make love to you in the right way this time?" I replied "Please!"