Date: Wed, 27 Oct 1999 14:22:10 EDT
From: Pedro Marinez <boywonder9999@hotmail.com>
Subject: Queer Day

All usual disclaimers apply. Do not try to live out fantasies. That is why
they are fantasies!

                            Queer Day

     I was fourteen years old when I had my first sexual experience. It
happened on a warm Saturday afternoon. I left my house under the pretext of
doing some research at the downtown library for some up coming project. I
liked my independence and I rode the buss downtown. My real destination was
a back alley entrance to some obscure building. Inside was and adult theatre
featuring gay porn. I knew I might be gay because thinking about girls never
gave me an erection, but for some reason thinking about my male teachers at
school did. I had to find out and this seemed like the most obvious
solution.

     The bus took me all the way to Franklin St. but I had to walk a good
few blocks until I turned onto Greames and down the alley in question. I
found this place while walking from my math tutors house one evening on my
way to catch the bus home. At that time I lingered at the front door a
moment until it opened and I caught a peek of the posters inside depicting
men in sexual acts with each other. My penis was erect in an instant and I
knew I would be returning. And there I was for the second time, walking
towards the discreet metal door. I was about thirty feet away when it opened
and a tall, well dressed and shaven man walked out towards me. As he passed
I saw what looked to be a look of approval on his face. This small sign of
encouragement gave me the nerve I needed to open the door and walk in.

     I found myself in a small foyer, posters lined the walls, each with
its own homosexual movie title and stars. To my right, a slightly obese man
in his late thirties sat reading a news paper. He didn't even look up he
just said "8 bucks". I handed him it all in one dollar bills, he counted it
without raising his eyes from the paper and said "Enjoy the show".

I felt butterflies in my stomach at the ease of my entrance. I would have
thought there would be some opposition, but I strode right in undisturbed.
The door to the movie was down the hall and the whole place seemed deserted.
I began to wonder if I had chosen a bad time to come or not. I opened the
door to the theatre and walked in. Up on the screen, three men were madly
making love in positions I had never even imagined possible. There was maybe
eighteen men in the theatre spread throughout. I sat down a few seats into
the main section and began to watch the men on screen do what I had only
imagined. My cock was stiffening in my jeans.

"Hi there fella! Any body sittin here?" asked a man in a whisper standing
besides me.
"Nnnn...No" I stammered.
"Can I sit here then?"
"Sure, if you want to." The initial fright had worn off. I could see the man
was probably in his early forties, he had short hair, balding and a slight
paunch out front. He seemed kind and friendly so I wasn't scared.
"The name is Bill. What's yours?" he asked.
"Jay." I replied.
"Nice to meet you Jay. This your first time here? I can tell."
Bill was a very upfront kind of guy, a no-bulshitter man. I looked him over
and my eyes stopped to look at his crotch. His member was become hard and he
was beginning to strain the fabric of his khakis.
"You've got what seems to be a nice package down there. Mind if I take a
closer look?" said Bill. I was shocked at what he said, he gave me time to
reply and refuse but I just shook my head in compliance. His hands reached
for the button on my jeans. He unzipped the fly and placed both hands on my
hips. I lifted my behind off the seat so he could pull both my jeans and
briefs down to the floor. I sat there naked below the waist as Bill began to
fondle me. He kept one hand on my stiff cock and used the other to free his
penis from the confines of his pants. His cock must have been seven and half
inches long and it dwarfed my five and a bit.
"Would you like something even better?" he asked. I just shook my head
again to respond. My eyes were fixed on the men on screen so I didn't see
Bill lower his head to my crotch. He teased the tip of my dick with the tip
of his tongue. I began to moan in ecstasy when he engulfed my dick, balls
and all into the warm reaches of his mouth. In a rhythmic pattern his
sucked, moving the balls around all the while sending my shaft to the far
end of his mouth. I hadn't masturbated in two weeks. This abstinence brought
a more sensitive role into play. i felt his other hand reach behind me and a
wet finger push against my tight anus. Once in, the finger pushed deeper and
deeper until it could go no further. I stiffened and gave a loud moaning cry
as the sperm boiled up from within to explode into Bill's mouth. The other
men in front of us looked around and smiled at me.

    Bill's cock was still rock solid and he looked up at me and said
"Would you mind returning the favour?"
I nodded my head up and down. He sat back in his chair while I knelt in
front of him.
"Take it slow" he said "don't swallow what you don't want to, and try not to
damage anything." He smiled at me and gave me some more encouragement as I
lowered my head to his penis.

   It seemed to glow in the dark theatre. A purplish-red colour and it
looked enormous from where I was. I flicked my tongue about the bulb just as
Bill had done. Then I moved to his balls. Taking one in my mouth at a time,
that's all that would fit, I slurped it around and from the noise Bill was
making, I think he liked it. I became bolder and began trying to take the
length of his dick in my mouth. I could get most of it in until the back of
my throat and then I felt I was going to gag and pulled back. Back and forth
I went for several minutes before Bill tapped my shoulder and told me he was
about to cum. This was it I thought. Bill stiffened a little before the
waves of orgasm shot through him. I could feel the penis inside my mouth
pulsing in pleasure, cum spurting, filling my mouth. It was all too much and
his cock spilt out of my mouth with a long drip of semen. The pulsating
member shot one last burst at my lips before it settled down. I licked up
the spilt sperm greedily, from my lips, from my hands, from my face. Bill
used a hanky to clean us up. He pulled both his and my pants up before
taking my hand and leading me towards the exit.

   Outside the theatre, Bill handed me a card. "This is my private line" he
said "if you call it will be me answering. Please call."
I took the card in my hand and thanked him. I would definitely be calling.