Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2020 12:08:30 -0500
From: mike pin <fuzznutz58@gmail.com>
Subject: Adult Theater How It Started

Adult Theater Chapter 1 How I Started

I used to do all my own minor car repairs and tune-ups before computer chips
took over, so when a new auto parts store opened with great grand opening
savings, I decided to check it out.  It was on the south side of town and I
never went there, I lived on the north side.  Everything I needed normally was
there.  I got to the store at about 9 a.m. and bought everything I was looking
for and saved a bundle.  As I drove back north, I noticed an old theater just
named "Adult".  It was obviously an old neighborhood theater.  I'd never heard
of it before, so I stopped and walked back to it to look at the promo posters.
I had seen stag films before in college, but this was definitely different.
Shot in 35mm color, full feature length, that I had never seen.  The posters had
the desired effect on me, I wanted to see more.  The sign at the box office
window said they opened at 11 a.m. and admission was reasonable for a double
feature, by any standards.  As a side note, this was back when adult films at
least tried to have a plot, usually ripped off from regular movies.  They
weren't just suck and fuck, although I don't have a problem with those.  One
more side note, I found out that the newspaper refused to run ads for them,
that's why I didn't know it even existed.

I went on home and did what I had planned on my car and still managed to get
back to the theater at 11:15.  (I decided to wear pink bikini panties under my
tight black shorts, I loved the silky fabric.)  It was actually very nice, the
lobby was dimly lit with more posters of coming attractions and their start
dates.  New movies started every Friday.  The theater area itself was very dark,
lit mostly by the screen and a few dim lights along the walls.  I heard a voice
announce previews of coming attractions and decided to look around a little
before finding a seat.  There was a backlit sign to my left that said
"Gentlemen" and one on the far right with "Ladies".  I went to the men's room,
strangely enough.  There was a trough urinal about 6 or 8 feet long and three
stalls with doors.  The trough had ice and urinal cakes in it.  I figured I knew
where to pee if I needed to and went to get a seat now that my eyes had
adjusted.  There were only a few men there, scattered around randomly and I went
for my preferred seat at a normal theater, pretty much dead center in the middle
row.  I'm guessing there were over 700 seats, a center section and two side
sections off the aisles.  The previews ended and the main feature started.
Well, to say the least, I was astounded by the picture quality.  A twelve foot
cock was soon fucking a 7 foot pussy and you could count pubic hairs.  This was
back when cunts were well-trimmed but seldom shaved.

I unzipped my shorts to give my hardon some breathing room and a little
attention.  A minute or two later, a man sat down just one seat away from me.  I
couldn't understand that, there were only about ten people in that huge theater,
why did he want to sit there?  I tried to shut down my activities as he looked
over at me and smiled.  I couldn't pull up my zipper without attracting even
more attention.  Then, he moved to the seat next to me, his eyes fixed on the
screen.   I tried to relax and focus on the movie.  Slowly, he spread his legs
and his knee was pressing against mine.  I stayed where I was, curious to see
what he would do next.  His hand landed lightly on my bare thigh and I didn't do
anything to move it away.  It was a shock when he reached into my open shorts
and pulled my cock out, but it did feel good.  Finally, he introduced himself.

"I'm Tom, what's your name?"

"Mike," I whispered back.

"Glad to meet you.  I haven't seen you here before.  I like your cock.  Want to
smoke a joint with me?  I've got some killer weed here, it makes the movies even
better."

"Sure."  Why not, I asked myself, he obviously wasn't going anywhere.
"This my first time here, I didn't know about this place," I added.

He let go of my cock, unsnapped the top of my shorts and lit a fat joint.  He
didn't lie, it was very strong weed and I was floating in a few minutes.  He
began stroking my cock again so I reached over and returned the favor.  He was
much bigger than me, I guessed he was maybe eight inches or more, and shaved
smooth, just like me.  A quick check of his balls didn't reveal any hair there,
either.

"I'm shaved, too," I said stupidly.

"Yeah, I noticed that.  Let me help you get out of those shorts."

That didn't seem very smart to me, even though there wasn't anyone within 20
feet of us.  I told him no, thanks.

"You want me to suck you?" he whispered.

"What?" He knew I heard him.  "Why do you want to suck me?"

"Damn, a real newbie!  I thought that was just a myth!  I like sucking cocks,
why are you here?"

"I just wanted to see the movies."

"Really?  You've never sucked a cock before?"

"Well, yeah, I've sucked hundreds of cocks but that was when I was a kid.  I
haven't sucked any one since then."

"I'll make a deal with you," he continued, "let me suck you now and you stay
here for at least an hour and see if you want to suck me, fair enough?"

I nodded, not knowing what else to do.  It sounded very fair to me.

He gave me a small bottle, "Here, take a good whiff of this.  Believe me, it
will help you enjoy!  And later I'd really like to hear about what you did as a
kid!"

I did what he said, and everything normal melted away.  My cock seemed to grow
to enormous proportions.  He went down on me as I watched a girl sucking a cock
on the screen.  Tom was very good so I didn't last long.  After we were done, he
asked if I'd been to the men's room.

"Yeah, I checked it out before I sat down."

"Did you look inside the stalls?" he asked.

"No."

"They all have gloryholes."

"What's a gloryhole?"

"Damn, I'd better stick with you for a while, if you want to have fun here.
Those are holes between the stalls that a guy can stick his dick through to get
it sucked by the man on the other side.  If you want your cock sucked, you put
your's in.  If you want to suck a cock, just put your finger in and a cock will
come through.  It's really cool, you never know who you're sucking, it's just a
cock."

I gave that a little thought.  I never cared whose cock I was sucking as a kid,
why should it bother me now?

"You want this bottle back?" I offered it to him.

"Keep it, I have another one, use it when you want to get out of your skin and
have fun.  I'll check on you later."

Having just been drained I concentrated on the movies again.  There were more
people (men) in the theater now and I sort of wanted to suck somebody.  That may
have been because I took another sniff from the bottle.  I went to the men's
room, walking past three men at the urinal and took the first stall.  On the
left side was a 6 inch hole and on the right was a one inch peephole facing the
urinal.  That was where I focused my attention.  The men were anything but shy
as they pretended to be peeing but no way could they do that with their hardons.
I cleared my throat and waited.  The center stall door opened and closed.  I
took another deep draw on the bottle and put my finger in the hole.  I was
rewarded with a beautiful purple-headed cock.  I grabbed it, gently, and drew it
to my mouth.  I let him fuck my mouth and all I heard were grateful moans until
he spasmed filling my mouth with his cum.  Before I had a chance to react,
another cock was shoved through the hole.  Then another.  I walked out of the
stall with my shorts open and my face dripping cum.  My theater buddy was
standing there.

"You did good," he announced, "you're an excellent cocksucker.  I was the last
man in line.  Are you wearing panties?" he grinned.  "Nice!  Let me feel them,"
he stroked my cock through the sheer fabric of my bikini panties.

"It's an old habit from my childhood," I started to pull my shorts up, "the men
that played with me liked to dress me as a girl when they spanked and fucked
me."  Too much information.

"Really?  You still like to get fucked?  And spanked?"

"I suppose so, the last time it happened I was fifteen.  I liked it then,
anyway.  I was almost ten when I started with them."

"You're pretty submissive, aren't you?  You always do what you're told?"

"I guess so, pretty much.  That's how the men trained me to be."

"Well, how about I make you my fucktoy?  You'd like that, wouldn't you?  You're
sort of a slut, aren't you?" he smiled.  "I am, too."

"Actually, as a kid I was proud to be their fucktoy and I was a geat cumslut,
according to them."  I reached to pull up my shorts again as memories of my
wonderful childhood flashed in my mind.  "My friend John had pink T-shirts
specially made for me, one said 'My Fucktoy' and the other said 'My Cumslut'.  I
got to wear those when we met with other groups of men."

"That's hot!  Take your shorts off and I'll carry them, show me what a slut you
can be like!  Take another snort on the bottle and we'll go back to the
theater."

"Are you sure that's smart?  I don't want to get in trouble!"

"It's not like you'll be naked.  Besides, one of the guys you sucked was Dave,
the manager, he won't give you any problems.  How long were you planning to stay
here?  Is your wife going to wonder where you are?" he fished for information as
we walked back and sat down about five seats in from the aisle in the second
row.

"I'm not married, I live alone so no one is waiting for me.  I can stay as long
as I want to.  I still haven't seen the movies."

"I live alone, too.  Most of the men that come here are married and are just
looking for a little action they can't get at home.  We sort of provide a free
public service, if you think about it.  I'm here almost every Saturday and an
occasional Sunday or Fiday night."

"So why did you pick me?" I was curious.

"That's simple, I saw you playing with your cock and thought you'd like some
company.  Ready for another joint?"

"Sure."  Soon I was in dreamland again and we were fondling each other's cocks.
Tom was explaining theater etiquette, like what to watch for and how to approach
someone to suck.  It seemed fairly simple.  Tom moved us closer to the aisle in
the third and fourth seats.

"You should sit where men can see you easily if you want more action," he said.

"But won't people see me sucking his cock?" I asked.

"That's the point, advertizing works!" he replied.

"Do police ever come in here?" I asked.

Tom chuckled, "Man, you worry a lot for a cocksucker!  They do, not in uniform
and you'll probably suck a bunch of them without knowing it!"

A man walked down the aisle slowly, pausing when he saw us, then took a seat in
front of me.  I heard his zipper open as he eased down in his seat.

"Here's your chance, slut, give him a few minutes," Tom whispered in my ear,
"then go sit next to him.  Keep it simple, just ask if you can suck him.  Come
on back if he says no."

I waited as long as I could.  When I stood up I could see his hardon.  I moved
to the seat next to him, forgetting that I only had on panties.  He glanced at
me with a grin.  I slowly reached my hand over to replace his, and didn't meet
with any resistance, only a low sigh.

"Would you like me suck you?" I whispered, "you can cum in my mouth, I like to
swallow."  He pulled his pants down to his ankles as an answer, and I managed to
kneel between his legs.  His cock was beautiful, very thick and long.  As I
licked the precum from the head I massaged his balls.  They were as impressive
as his cock.  I licked it from bottom to top and slowly took the first few
inches into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hot rigid flesh.  He placed
one hand on my head and gently pushed me down until more than half was in me.
One more push and I felt the purple head opening my throat, causing me to gag a
little.  It took a few seconds for us to get into a rhythym as he fucked my
mouth.  I loved feeling his hard tool and I knew, just like when I was a kid,
that I was still a total cockslut.  His balls were wet with my dripping saliva
as I played with them.

"Oh God, get ready, I'm going to cum!" he warned me as I felt his cock throb.
Groaning, he shot stream after stream of hot sweet cum into me for about thirty
seconds.  With some difficulty, I managed to swallow it all.  "Thanks, that was
great!  I hope I'll see you here again sometime," he said.

"I'm sure you will, I plan on being here every Saturday."  As I stood up, he
pulled my panties down to my knees and gave my cock a quick suck.

"Nice outfit!  I'm betting your ass is available now and then, isn't it?" he
asked.

"That's a safe bet, but I don't think that would work here."

"We can figure that out later," he winked.

I went back to sit with Tom and the stranger left.  "That went very well, from
what I heard and saw.  See, you just have to ask."

Another man sat down next to me.  "Are you still hungry?" he asked as he pulled
his cock out.  I was a happy camper! I got to suck five men in just a couple of
hours.

"Are you done for today?  It's nearly 4 p.m.," Tom asked.  He had returned after
leaving me alone for a long while.

"Really?  Damn, this day went fast.  Are you leaving?"

"I was thinking of getting something besides cock to eat, I'm hungry.  We can go
to my place, it's only a few blocks from here," he offered.

"Let me check the men's room first, I have to pee anyway."

I walked in with Tom behind me and there were two men with their cocks out at
the urinal.  I stepped up and pulled my panties down to mid thigh, smiling at
their hardons as I pissed.  I went into the first stall and Tom went into the
third one.  The center door opened and closed.  I peeked through the gloryhole
and both men were in there.  I was just getting ready to put my finger in the
hole when a hard cock came into my side.  This was like shooting fish in a
barrel.  I got down on my knees and began licking, the musky smell making my
head spin as I made love to another stranger's cock.  He must have been stroking
a lot before I got there, because I was again flooded with cum after just a few
minutes of sucking.  I don't care what anyone says, men's cum all tastes a
little different.  Some is sweet, some is saltier than others, and some borders
on sour.  But it's all good.  I heard the door open and footsteps, and Tom and I
were alone.

"That was a good idea, Mike.  Here, put your shorts on and let's call it a day."

"I take it you took care of the other man?"

"Of course.  Where did you park?"

"Behind the theater," I told him.

"Me too, just follow me."

Tom's house was messy and cluttered, but not dirty.  He offered me a scotch and
ordered a pizza as we sat down to talk.  "So, what do you think about your first
visit to the theater?  Did you like it?" he asked.

"Shit yes, I'd forgotten how much fun cocksucking is!  Does anyone ever say no
when you ask if you can suck them?"

"Sometimes, but not often.  Some will ask you to come back later or go to the
men's room with them.  How did you feel about walking around in panties?  I felt
like I was showing off my new girlfriend, it turned me on big time!"

"It took a little getting used to, I never would have had the nerve to do that
on my own.  No one seemed to mind.  What should I do if someone wants to fuck
me?  Can you do that there?"

"Sure, in the men's room in a stall or out in the open, even there in your seat,
you just sit down on his cock and let it into your ass, whichever you want.
Some guys like to do it with an audience watching.  Would that bother you?"

"I guess not, I always had men watching me when I was a kid.  They took a lot of
pictures, and movies, I liked that."

"With that attitude, you'll have a lot of fun!  Where do you live?"

"Up in the northeast part of town."

"Ever go to the adult bookstore up there on Johnson Road?"

"I've seen it, but haven't gone in."

"Next time you feel the urge to suck a cock, give it a try.  It's open 24/7.
They have two floors of movie booths, most of them with gloryholes.  I get up
there a few times a month if I need some cum before Saturday.  Friday and
Saturday nights are a little rowdy, too many drunks staggering around for my
taste.  I prefer the weekdays.  Sunday mornings  are good, too.  Not many
people, just enough to keep you busy for a while.  It works almost like the
theater, but you can be a little more aggresive."

"Like what?"

"It's like flirting.  If you see someone that interests you, make sure he sees
you stare at his crotch.  Smile or nod and lick your lips a little, he'll get
the idea.  Leave the booth door unlatched if you want him to come in with you,
or fasten it if you prefer the gloryhole.  Some guys might tap on the door even
if you latch it.  It's up to you then.  And make sure your zipper is open, of
course."

"Anything else I should know?"

"Nope, that about covers it.  Just don't be shy."

"I'm getting horny again, can I suck you?" I asked.  I took off my clothes.

"Maybe later, turn around and let me see your ass.  Now bend over and spread
your cheeks."  I did as I was told.  "Oh, yeah! Nice ass pussy! I'm going to
enjoy fucking that!  You said you'd be my fucktoy, didn't you?"

Not exactly, I thought to myself.  But what I said was, "Yes, I did."

"Bend over the arm of the couch and spread your legs."

He spit on his hand and rubbed his cock as I got into position.  I felt a
familiar thrill as he slowly opened my ass with his cockhead.

"God, that feels great, you're so tight."  I moaned.  A few more inches entered
and we both moaned.  One last push and he was buried to the balls.  The pressure
was exquisite.  "Fuck me, fuck me hard!" I ordered him.

"You bet I will, cumslut!  Squeeze my cock with your ass pussy!  That's it, keep
it tight!  I'm going to fuck you so deep I'll leave cum in your mouth!"

He rammed in and out so hard I had trouble catching my breath and couldn't talk
anymore, just moan.  Tom did talk, a lot.  He made it very clear I was his slut
fucktoy from then on, and we would be doing this a lot more in the future.  That
sounded good to me.  After ten minutes of fucking, my ass was burning a little
and my legs were twitching.  He grabbed my hips, hard, and dug his fingernails
in for the finish.

"Oh, shit!  Here it comes, slut!" he yelled.

I felt his cock throb as a hot stream of cum flowed into me.  He kept on fucking
me, slowly now, as his cock softened and finally pulled out.

"You're a great fuck!  Man, I'm glad I met you today!  We're going to have some
good times together.  Use this towel, you have a river of cum leaking out of
your ass.  I really stretched out your asshole!"

We cleaned up and relaxed with another scotch.  "Here's to sucking and fucking,"
I raised my glass to him, "this has been my best day in a long, long time!"

"You don't mind being called my slut, do you?" he smiled.

"Hell, no, my friends used to call me a cumslut, I was proud of that."

"Do you fuck women, too?  I do," he asked.

"Not recently, but yes, I do.  To be honest, sometimes it doesn't seem to be
worth all the effort.  I like cocks better, not as much drama and hassle.  Think
about it, we just met and we've sucked each other and fucked.  My ass is as good
as a pussy, isn't it?  And you can use my ass anytime you want, but I'll still
want to suck you, too."

"I know what you mean about women.  So, cumslut, are you going to be at the
theater next Saturday?"

"Absolutely, and every Saturday after that.  Could you get some of that weed for
me?"

"No problem, I have four ounces now, I'll give you some to take with you.  Ever
use anything else?"

"No, just pot.  When I was a kid they gave me some pills now and then, but I
don't have a clue what they were."

"How old were you?  Give me a rundown on what you did with them."

"Ten, when I first met them.  They did most everything with me, fucking and
sucking of course, spanking, candle wax and clamps, toys, dogs, you name it.
John was the man that brought me into the camera club.  They took pictures and
made movies of everything.  We went on camping trips and met with other camera
clubs.  They liked dressing me up as a girl, I think that's why I like wearing
panties so much."

"Would you like to meet a few of my friends?  I can probably get two or three
here in ten minutes or so."

"Sure, sounds like fun," I grinned.  "Do you want me to be their fucktoy, too?"

"Of course, but you're mine, I'll just be sharing you.  Just don't make me look
bad, let them do whatever they want, OK?   Let me get Bill on the speaker phone
and the three of us can talk."

"Bill, my man, get on speakerphone, great news is on the way.  Is anybody with
you?"

"John and Mark are here what's up?" Bill asked.

"I have my new fucktoy, Mike, here, and he'd like to play with my friends.  I
just told him that sucking you and fucking him were givens. Listen in while I do
a little checking.  Mike, I got the impression you used to like spankings when
you were a kid.  Did they tie you up, too?  What else did they do with you that
you liked?" he was getting excited again just talking about it, and so was I.

I went through the list again for them.

"Cool!" came over the phone. "Did you do gangbangs?"

"A lot, but usually no more than a dozen guys.  They'd collect the cum pouring
out of my ass into a glass so I could drink it when they were done."

"Did they tie up your cock and balls and whip them?  Can I do that?" another
voice asked.

"I was with a group of about a dozen men when I was ten, and they did just about
everything with me.  Bondage, whipping, nipple clamps, toys, sex with dogs and
they filmed a lot of it.  So if Tom wants me to, I guess so."

"So what do you guys think," Tom asked.

"I think it sounds great, but it's a little late to start now.  Set something up
for another day and we can get the whole gang together," Bill said.  "Dogs too,
you say. Interesting!"

That finished things.  He had me write down my name and phone number and address
and he gave me his.

"Are you OK to drive home?"

"Sure, I only had two drinks, I haven't even finished the second one."  I took
that question to mean we were done for the day so I got dressed and headed
north.  It was only eleven, so I took a swing past the adult bookstore.  The
parking lot was packed and there appeared to be a fight going on.  I went home
and went to bed.  I'd check that out some other time.

I woke up on Sunday a little before 5 a.m. with a hardon.  After breakfast, an
enema and a shower I slipped on a pair of bright pink bikini panties, a shirt
and tight tan shorts.  I checked myself in the mirror, and my panties showed
just enough with my zipper down.  I was anxious to see what the bookstore was
all about.  I put two joints in my pocket and smoked another one on the drive to
the store.  I counted eight cars in the lot.

A sign at the counter read that there was a five dollar admission fee, so I
handed a ten to the clerk.  He counted out some tokens and handed them to me
along with a five dollar bill.  It was a minimum purchase, not an admission fee.

"Do you want more tokens now?  It'll save you a trip back."

I gave the five back to him for tokens.  "Have fun," he told me, and went back
to reading his paper.

There was only one man in the front section checking out the magazines.  He
appeared to be in his late forties, not bad looking, with a noticeable bulge in
his crotch.  After browsing the toys and magazines, I went to the booth area and
checked out the pictures on the doors.  It was obvious that if you had a
particular fetish, there was a movie for it.  Only two of the booths had the
vacant light off and I could hear the films running.  There were forty booths
and a stairway at the end of the hall.  Upstairs was another forty booths, a few
were occupied and two men were walking around looking at the pictures.  One of
them checked out my open zipper and pink panties and smiled at me.  I smiled
back and nodded 'Hi' to him.  He walked slowly in my direction, pretending to
look at the booths but glancing at me as he rubbed his pants covered cock to
make sure I saw him.  I smiled again and licked my lips a little like Tom had
told me.  He closed the distance between us to about five feet.

"You want to share a booth?" he asked.  "This looks like a good flick here."

"Sounds good," and I walked in first.  He latched the door behind him and
dropped a bunch of tokens in the machine.  The screen was on the door and there
was a bench seat on the back wall and two gloryholes.  He didn't waste any time
unsnapping my shorts and letting them drop to the floor.  As I worked on his
zipper and opened his pants, he pulled my panties down and grabbed my cock.  I
kicked off my shorts and panties as I pulled his cock out.  I sat on the bench
and pulled him close to me.

"I want to suck your cock, but you have to cum in my mouth, OK?" I said.

"I hoped you would, go for it!"

I drew his semihard cock into my mouth and gave it good tongue massage as it
grew rigid.  The only light was from the screen, but that was enough.  Precum
flowed out as I tried to work on his peehole.  With his hands on my head, he
began fucking me.

"Oh, that's so good!  Suck it, cunt-face, suck it all in!" he said loudly.  It
hit the back of my throat and I instinctively swallowed.  "That's it, take it
all, you cumslut bitch!  You're real a cock whore, aren't you?"

I couldn't exactly answer him at the moment as he stroked his cock in and out.
I noticed the gloryhole on my left was now lit and someone was watching us.
After several minutes of skull-fucking me, it was about to end.

"Get ready, cumslut, here it comes!  Oh, God!" he moaned as he flooded me with a
huge load of hot cum.  I managed to swallow it all and licked his cock clean.
He pulled his pants up.  "Good job, slut, I'll look for you next Sunday, OK?"

"OK, and thanks for the cum," I told him.

"No problem, I was glad to get rid of it," he chuckled.  "Here, take these
tokens, I don't need them now."  He dropped a few in the machine and gave me
handful.  I latched the door after he left and watched the movie for a few
minutes.  I heard a faint tapping on the wall next to me and put my finger in
the gloryhole.  A decent sized, and very hard, cock came through.  This was
going to be a good day.  I grabbed it quickly and got on my knees.  The hole was
big enough for me to reach in and play with his balls while I sucked him.  This
time I could control the pace.  Taking it slow and easy didn't help him much.
He pressed hard against the wall, trapping my hand as he shot stream after
stream of very tasty cum into me, then pulled away.  A minute later, his door
opened and he was gone.  No one took his place, so I put my panties and shorts
back on, zipper open of course.  There was no one else on that floor so I lit a
joint and took a few deep drags to keep my buzz going.  After pinching it out I
put it back in my pocket for future use.

Back on the first floor, I saw the magazine man from the front looking at the
booths now.  I made sure my panties were showing as much as possible.  I caught
his eye when we were about thirty feet apart.  He stared at me for a few seconds
and grinned as he lightly rubbed his crotch.  I smiled back at him and returned
his stare as we walked toward each other.  Then he surprised me.

"Hi, a close friend of yours, a very close friend, told me to watch for someone
in bright pink panties if I wanted a good time.  I thought he was kidding, but
here you are!" he said.  "What kind of movies do you like?"

"I don't know, I guess I like everything," I was trying absorb the situation
with my stoned brain.

"Let's go upstairs, I have a couple of favorites there.  My treat."

He pointed out the first one called 'Canine Capers'.  "You like dog fucking?" he
asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, it's OK."

We walked a bit farther and stopped in front of one called 'Bondage Slut'.  "How
about this, do you like a little pain with your sex?"

"Yeah, it's OK, I guess," I said.

One more stop.  "How about butt-fucking?"  The title 'Howards End' made me
snicker.

"That looks good, too.  Why don't you choose?  They all look fine to me."

"OK, we'll watch a little of each one and decide," he suggested, ushering me
into the booth.  He dropped some tokens in and the movie started.  "Take your
shorts off and get comfortable.  Leave your panties on for now."

I took them off and sat down next to him.  "Do mind if I finish my joint?  Do
want some?"

"No, go ahead, whatever turns you on.  But I'll pass for now."

As it turned out, Howard was the guest of honor at a small gangbang.  As one man
finished, another took his place.

"Do you like getting fucked in the ass by a lot of men?" he asked.

"God yes!"  Due to being stoned, I totally missed the subplot he was following.

"That's enough, let's check out the next one.  I'll get your shorts."

No big deal, I was used to walking around in just panties.  There wasn't anyone
there to see me, anyway, as we went to the bondage booth.  My hard cock was
straining against the thin fabric.  More tokens dropped and the screen revealed
a man tied to a rack with his cock tied up.  A man and woman were very busy with
him.  I started stoking my cock through the panties and he noticed it.

"I see you like this, too!"  He had finally pulled his cock out.  It was big,
maybe nine inches and it wasn't even hard yet.  It was a bit scary.

The canine movie featured a man being fucked.  "Ever try that?" he asked.

"Yeah, a long time ago.  Dogs sure do cum a lot, don't they?"

"For sure!  So which movie do you want to watch?  Or maybe we should get some
lunch first, I live pretty close to here."

"Am I going to get to suck you?"

"My, you are an eager beaver!  Sure, all you want.  Put your shorts on and let's
go."

He stopped to use a payphone.  "OK, we can go now.  I'll drive, your car will be
safe here."

We pulled out of the lot and I asked who he called.

"Just my wife, I wanted her to be ready for company."

That was a definite curveball.  Oh, well, too late now.

"You said a friend of mine told you to watch for me.  I don't know anybody
there.  My name's Mike by the way."

"I'm Hank and my wife is Roxy.  And you do have a friend there, now, he said you
were a great cocksucker and you insisted that he cum in your mouth.  Does that
ring any bells?"

"Oh, him!  I didn't get his name.  He wants to meet me again next Sunday."

"Are you going to?"

"Yeah, if I can.  I sort of promised to."

"A man of his word, I like that.  What do you do for a living?"

"Independent manufacturers' rep, or salesman to keep it simple.  You?"

"Real estate investor.  Married?"

"Single, I enjoy my freedom.  And before you ask, I live alone."

"So you set your own schedule, like I do.  Any hobbies?"

"Is sex a hobby?  If it is, then yes."

"Most definitely," he laughed.  "Here we are.  You aren't scared, are you?"

"Should I be?  I am a little nervous, to be honest."

"Relax, no need to worry.  We've had a lot of guests and no one has complained.
You won't be doing anything you don't like or ask for."

Based on what, I wondered.  I'd heard that before.

"Remember the bondage flick?  That was me and my wife."


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