Date: Tue, 03 Jul 2001 02:12:34 -0500
From: Anson MacDonald <anson_macdonald@hotmail.com>
Subject: Real MM Adventures at Adult Theatre

It's blindingly dark as I go into the Adult Theatre. The clerk said it was
pretty empty today - not surprising, it's only 2PM and this place doesn't
get going for at least another 6 hours. Still, there was a movie and I could
make out empty rows in front of me as I grouped my way to the closest row I
could see - 3 from the back. I slid all the way in to the wall so I could
check out the room as my eyes adjusted.

The screen was typical - a video of a lesbian scene, one skinny tan chick
with a shaved pussy being eaten by a plumper fair-skinned blond with nice
tits and pink nips. There were close-up and you could see plenty of tongue
against clit and juices flowing, that sort of thing. I listened but didn't
watch - my eyes were closed so they would adjust to the darkness more
quickly. I was sure I heard some rustling around the back row. When I opened
my eyes and casually turned around, I was right.

There was an older Hispanic guy there in simple working clothes. His pants
were open and his cock was out. Beside him was a chubby white pretty boy
with curly hair and neat clothes. Pretty boy leaned over and started to suck
the Hispanic guy's cock. The guy's head was leaned back against the wall,
eyes, closed, hands gripping the arm rests, legs stretched out straight,
while pretty boy did a great up & down deep throat on a pretty fair-sized
cock. I watched for a few minutes, checking the scene out. There was no one
else in the place and it was clear that this was a pick-up scene - pretty
boy was in here to suck.  Rather than go out in the aisle I slid up the wall
side of the chairs so I could sit beside the Hispanic guy without
interrupting his blowjob. I took out my own cock from my suit and started to
stroke it. He was surprised for a second, and then relaxed. He smiled
half-heartedly with eyebrows raised. I smiled back and he gave my cock a few
friendly strokes with a warm hand.

"Is he good?" I asked.

  Hispanic just nodded and leaned his head back in answer. Pretty boy
straightened up and looked at me. I could see now that he had dropped his
own pants and was stroking a small stiffy while he sucked.

"May I?" he asked.

I nodded. He crossed over the other guy's legs and crouched down between us.
He dropped his head into my lap and drew in my cock. His mouth was wet and
warm and I felt his nose rub into my pubes almost immediately. I dropped my
right hand in the lap of my companion, who had started stroking his own cock
again. His dick was circumcised and about the same size and shape as mine. I
gave it a few friendly strokes. My other hand went to pretty boy's cock -
thicker than I had thought, rather short, with just a touch of pre-cum. The
Hispanic guy and I stroked one another, pretty boy sucking us in turn, and
the other getting a friendly hand job. Hispanic didn't stroke pretty boy,
though.  On the screen there was a good blowjob scene - the plump blond was
sucking a nice thick rod, and the sounds of the video served to mask our
noises.

"Man, this guy really knows how to suck cock, doesn't he?" I asked.

Hispanic nodded in agreement. He was getting close to cumming, and so was I.
Pretty boy was trading sucks back and forth - bringing one to the edge then
the other.  Finally Hispanic started getting really near - bucking his hips
- and pretty boy moved to suck me again. The scene on the scene was matching
his actions - the blond was waiting for the big money shot into her pretty
smiling mouth. While I was getting sucked, the Hispanic guy slid forward in
his seat and whipped his cock furiously, arching his back but making no
noise. I watched but the shadows were too much - I couldn't see him shoot,
but I knew he was coming anyway, just as on the screen streams of think man
juice started shooting into the pretty blond girl's open mouth. I had my
hand wrapped around pretty boy's thick dick and was stroking nicely, when an
answering cum built inside me.

"Oh, man, I'm going to cum, I feel my balls starting to draw up..." I
whispered to both of them.

I told them about each sensation. Pretty boy moved my hand from his rod so
he could move closer. He swallowed my cock from tip to base in a fast
movement and repeated it slowly so he was using his throat to fuck my cock.
When I was ready to cum, I told him, and he squeezed my balls slightly as I
shot thick jets of cum into him again and again. Pretty boy was getting off
on it, too - he was jerking his own little cock as he sucked down my load,
and shot his jiz all over the pants of the guy next to me. The Hispanic guy
was a little pissed - I don't blame him - and I managed to avoid a kiss from
the slightly perfumed pretty boy as I tucked-in, buttoned up, and went back
to my office.

A few days later I was at another adult theatre, this one on the other side
of town. I had gotten a room at the motel next door, and it was a short walk
from the parking lot of the motel to the theatre, all well lit. This theatre
always has groups of guys jacking-off on Saturday nights. They range from
obviously married yuppie types to cowboys, professionals, some construction
types, etc. Tonight was busy. There was a bearded white guy in the dark
corner of the back row (no seats on the last row) giving blowjobs to
occasional visitors. A few younger guys were cruising the seats nearer the
front - you know, you're watching the movie, there are two people in front
of you, then suddenly there is only one. I kept my usual spot near the back
but not in the last row, way to the side. This lets me turn around
discretely and watch the action in the back row if it is interesting, but
makes it obvious I am not really looking. There are a few interested guys
cruising me - they sit near me, pull out their cocks, and wait to see if I
respond. One guy sat right next to me and started to dig out my own soft rod
- I had to tell him politely "No thanks". I watched a few blow jobs and even
saw one thin guy take it up the ass - I had never seen that before in the
theatre, it's usually just jack-offs and blow jobs. The dark corner nearer
the door started to get an aggregation for the usual circle jerk - there
must have been eight cocks out getting stroked. While the thought of it
excited me, I am too careful to jump into that scene.

Finally at midnight I think that I will never find something quite right so
I start to leave and walk back to my room. From the darkness a young,
skinny, twinkish guy with long blond hair follows me out and is clearly
cruising me. I make it easy and walk slowly back to my room and wait. He's
at the door and knocks - I put the chain on and answer. He tells me that he
& his boyfriend want to party with me if I am up for a threesome. I am
scared stiff but stiff from thrill to, so I say okay, come on, we'll see.
While he gets his boyfriend I secure my valuables in my car except for a
small amount of "mug money" just in case and make sure I have a supply of
rubbers. Soon he comes back with his guy - a forties-ish construction type,
also thin, with a droopy mustache. I let them in and ask them to undress and
start for me. They strip quickly and start kissing and then sucking. Twinkie
has a good 6-incher of average size. His pal "Joe" has a smaller, thicker
rod. I bend down and look at each cock, and then take each one in my mouth
one at a time. They are clean and smell of soap and a little sweat. Both
guys have smooth bodies, firm bodies, and I fulfill a fantasy by having both
cocks in my mouth at once. It isn't as good as I thought it might be, but
now I can know I've done it. We start experimenting with each other - daisy
chains, switching positions, etc. Joe pops a popper and offers me one - I
decline. Joe fucks Twinkie while I watch and shoots a big load inside him
(with a rubber), and then passes out. Twink says that's it for the night for
him. Now I understand - Twinkie needs more than what he's getting.  I have
Twinkie suck me off for a while - first 69, then just him on his knees
before me. Finally I put on a rubber, and tell him to lube up. He lays back
and stuffs me inside. It's so tight I start to lose my erection a bit, till
Twinkie starts jacking-off in front of me. I start to fuck his ass with his
legs draped on either side of me. His balls are drawn up tight and I can see
the vas lines through the thin skin of his sack. I take my pleasure, varying
the speed and depth to my whim. Twinkie is getting what he needs, and after
a good ten minutes of fucking, I am rewarded when streams of white jism
shoot out repeatedly from his stiffened cock as he strokes it. A few minutes
later I pull out and then quickly dress and leave after a word of thanks. I
am still hard as a rock - and if I didn't have to be at work in 90 minutes,
would have gone back to the theatre and found someone to finish me off.

A week or two later I fared better at the same place. No motel room this
time - it was a nice luxury, but expensive. I sat in the next to last row
and stroked inside my pants while watching the screen. There was a great
doggy-style scene, the girl's cunt was pretty and fuzzy, the dick taking it
was enormous, and you could see the juices running down her leg as she
fucked. Super stuff and it made me very, very horny. Two seats over a guy
sat down - he was clearly turned on too and was stroking in his pants. He
slid over one seat so we were beside each other.

"Great scene, huh?" he asked.

I agreed, and watched as he pulled out a thick cut 9-incher and began to
stroke it. I was impressed - the guy was pretty good looking, friendly, and
open about jacking-off.

"Hey, you want to do something?" he whispered.

"Not here" I said.

"How about my place, maybe 2 miles away?" he asked.

I looked again and nodded agreement. We made our way out to the parking lot,
cutting through the circle jerk session to get out.

I followed him to his apartment and went in. It was a cheap one-room, nicely
kept. We chatted, traded names, and he got us something to drink. Then he
moved against me and kissed me. I was surprised - I hadn't kissed a man
before. His mouth opened and I felt his tongue gently probe me, while his
hands went around me and he started to move his hips. I was more surprised
at how turned on I was, and I found myself kissing back and feeling my cock
thrust down into my briefs as it became hard against his crotch. Finally we
had to take a breath.

He then sat on his couch as said "What do you want?"

My answer was quick. "I want to suck that enormous cock of yours!"

He smiled and nodded. He stripped down to shorts, and then stood in front of
the couch to let me have the pleasure of removing his cock from his
stretched briefs. The head showed most clearly of all, the edge clearly
outlined against the cloth. His tool was not erect but still very thick and
long. I slid his shorts down and slurped in as much of his rod as I could.
It became hard in my mouth. I pushed him back and he turned out the light as
he lay down across the couch, his legs bent at the knees over the edge. I
held the base of his cock and became to try to deep throat him. It wasn't
easy, and I don't suppose that I got more than 6 inches down, but I kept up
a steady rhythm, teasing him, rubbing his cut chest and his shaved balls as
I went. I rubbed his firm legs and teased his hardened nipples. I even
paused a few times to keep him on edge. But I knew he would have an enormous
load, and I was greedy for it. I sucked hard as I could and took him as
deeply as I could. His back arched and I grabbed his firm ass, pumping him
up into my mouth, as his cock seemed to swell in size. I squeezed his balls
with the other hand, gently - and was rewarded to hear him say "I going to
cum! Here it comes!"

He pushed me off his cock and stroked his enormous dick with his right hand
while I kept his hard balls in my grasp. His cum was spectacular - silvery
lines of goo springing from the broad tanned head of his organ past his
navel. He kept his hand on his cock, stroking slowly now. I went to clean
him but he held me back - too sensitive. He lay there a few minutes, just
reeling from the pleasure. I too felt dizzy - from lust!

"Now what do you want?" he asked.

I took out my throbbing cock and told him I would jack-off. Stroking my
seven inches I stared at him there, lying back on the couch. I stood between
his tanned legs, my balls just a few inches above his own. His cock was
still oozing cum from a long, thick rod with a big head. Lines of cum
stretched from the tip of his reddened dick to just above his deep belly
button. He jacked himself slowly for me, clearly still enjoying it, and in
the dim light I could see the white gleam of cum run down his fist as he
stroked himself, watching me, staring at me. It was too much, and I had a
load of cum that had been building up from sitting in the theatre for hours.
I had my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. I squeezed my balls
hard as I went over the edge, and I jacked my dick with long, careful moves,
timing my strokes with my twinges so each burst shot out of my dick with
force. The first shot hit his chin, the next few his shoulder, and then made
streams that started to trickle down his chiseled chest to mix with his own.
He licked the cum from his chin and then wiped his mouth on his arm. He was
amazed and called it the "cum of the century" and I agreed, I guessed -
pretty good stuff. I tasted my own cum on his lips as we kissed before I
left. We cleaned up, chatted briefly, and I left with his phone number in my
pocket. I threw it out a few days later.