Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2011 17:13:40 -0400
From: crave cravebd <cravebd@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cinema Follies part 1 (Lunch Hour at the Cinema)

	This story deals explicitly with the subject of men having sex with
men.  If you are underage, or such material is illegal where you live,
please move on immediately.
	I have long been an avid fan of NIFTY.  I find the written work far
more stimulating to my fevered brain that any picture or video.  I think
that it's about time, after so many years of enjoyment, that I contribute a
little bit to the NIFTY files.  This story recounts a bit of the anonymous
sex I enjoyed in the 1980's and 90's.  It is probably 85-90% true.
Although every last detail of some men I have encountered over the years is
indelibly etched in my brain, such is not the case for everyone.  After 25
years, some of the details have faded and have been recreated or
embellished here.  If this story is well received, I would like to add more
accounts of my experiences in the theaters, parks and rest rooms of my home
town.
	As this is my first story, I would appreciate any suggestions or
feedback that you may be able to give.  Feel free to email me at
cravebd@hotmail.com.

LUNCH HOUR AT THE CINEMA

	I walked hurriedly up to the ticket window, paid my entry fee, made
my way up the ramp, through the double doors and into the theater.  It was
just before noon and the warm darkness of the movie theater was quite a
contrast to the bright winter sunshine outside.  I took a minute to let me
eyes adjust to the darkness.  A sigh of relieve escaped my lips.  I was
incredibly horny and had anxiously watched the clock all morning, knowing
that I would never get any work done unless I got some relief.  I snuck out
of the office a few minutes early in the hope that I might suck down a few
loads at the cinema on my lunch hour.

	 The theater was a large old structure from Vaudeville days with a
single screen that showed straight porn.  In its day it probably had seats
for 3,000 or so, with elaborate moldings and fenestrations and a large
balcony.  The balcony had long been closed.  The theater was in a seedy
section of town adjacent to the downtown office district and was popular
during the work day.  Upon entering through the double doors, there was a
wide promenade with a wall that was about chest high separating the seating
area from the entrance.  The entrance was on the right hand side of the
theater and as one walked to the left there were two breaks in the half
wall marking the main aisles of the movie house.  There were already quite
a few guys there for the noon time "rush".  Several men loitered in the
promenade area and against the wall.  The aisles were long.  About half way
to the front, there was a break in the seating to allow people to walk from
one side of the theater to the other.

      I walked along the promenade to the far aisle and stood at the end of
the aisle and waited a few minutes more for my eyes to adjust to the
darkness.  After a moment, I noticed that one of my favorite seats was
empty - at the end seat on the right side of the aisle in the last row up
against wall.  I quickly sat down and placed my coat on the chair next to
me.  From this seat, all I need do is turn my head to the left and I would
be staring right at the crotch of anyone who paused at the entrance to the
aisle.

      I want to take a minute here to describe myself.  When this took
place, it was in the mid 1980's.  I was 28 years old, 5'10" tall and about
165 pounds.  Of Irish and Italian descent, I had close cropped brown hair
and brown eyes, and a nice body that I kept in shape by swimming and making
regular trips to the gym.  My dick is 7" long, cut and sticks straight out
at a ninety degree angle from my torso.  I got plenty of looks from guys on
the street and had no trouble getting dates.  When dating, I was a sexually
versatile, assuming the role that most pleased my partner.  At the theater,
however, I was a cock sucking slut and would greedily swallow any dick
placed in front of me.  The sleazier the situation, the more I was turned
on.

      I was settled in my seat no more than 30 seconds when I noticed a
businessman standing by my left shoulder at the entrance to the aisle.  He
appeared to be in his mid 40's, of medium build and wearing a nice suit.
Probably a banker or attorney.  I reached over to grope him and he
immediately turned to the side so that I had better access to his crotch.
He was facing my seat and able to rest his right elbow on top of the half
wall just behind the seat.  I quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his
cock through the slit in his boxers.  It was already hard - about 5 or 6
inches long, cut and of average thickness, surrounded by a nice hairy bush.
I smelled the scent of musk mixed with cologne.  Wasting no time, I inhaled
his cock to the root while fondling his hairy balls.  He let out a slight
groan and placed his left hand on the top of my head, directing the pace of
my actions.  He cock was smooth and salty and I could not get enough of it.
He would direct my head back and forth and hold me firmly against his gut
from time to time.  Then he would pick up the pace and slam into me,
fucking my mouth and throat.  I was in heaven.  He must have been on a
schedule, because in less than 3 minutes he held my face tight to his groin
and unloaded 4 quick spurts down my throat.  I was unable to taste most of
his load, but did get a hint of the salty sweetness as he withdrew from my
mouth.  Seconds later, he had zipped up and left.

      As I was wiping my lips with my sleeve, a second man stepped up with
his cock out and at the ready.  Another businessman, this one was in his
late fifties and heavy set.  He had a fat, cut cock about 5.5 inches long
and as big around as the handle of a flashlight.  He has big hairy balls
that were pulled up tight against the base of his dick.  He placed his hand
on the top of my head and promptly began to fuck my face.  Back and forth
he pulled my head onto his dick.  My forehead was being smashed up against
his soft belly.  His shirt tails rubbed against the side of my face.  He
was in no hurry and soon he was holding my head with two hands as be guided
his fat cock in and out of my mouth.  His cock was a mouth full and as he
was a large man, I was not able to see peripherally around him.  He had me
completely under his control and I loved it.  After a few minutes of face
fucking, he picked up the pace.  His motions became erratic as his climax
approached.  Then, with a grunt, he unloaded into my mouth, keeping the tip
of his cock at the end of my tongue so that I could taste all of his bitter
load.  When he finished cumming, he let me clean off his tool and then
slowly stepped aside arrange his clothes.

      Almost immediately a third man stepped up, grabbed my head and pushed
his cock into my mouth.  He was another businessman, tall and balding, in
his late 40's.  He had a beautiful cock, about 8 inches long and ramrod
straight, but on the thin side.  He had a nice set of balls in an almost
hairless sack.  He must have been watching the other two, because he was
hot to trot.  He rammed his meat down my throat, choking me at first.  It
took a few strokes to get used to his length, but he was not waiting for
me.  He needed to get off and get off quickly.  That's what I loved about
this place.  Most of the businessmen were in a hurry to get back to their
office and wasted no time getting what they needed.  And I was happy to
oblige.  Once I was used the length of his tool, he held my head at a
slight angle and drilled in and out of my throat like a piston.  My own
cock was hard as a rock and leaking profusely in my underwear.  I wanted
this to last.  After a few more minutes of face fucking, businessman number
3 unloaded deep in my gullet and kept me impaled on his cock until he
started to go soft.  Then he whipped it out of my mouth and into his pants
in the twinkling of an eye and disappeared.  I have found that business
trade generally does not like to stick around and chat after shooting a
load.

	After the third businessman left, there was a lull.  I looked at my
watch and it was 12:20.  I had only 30 - 40 minutes left before I had to
leave to get back to the office.  I decided to check out the men's room.
The men's room in this theater was down a long staircase.  At the bottom of
the stairs, there was an anteroom with several chairs and benches.  There
were usually a mixed assortment of homeless men and drug dealers milling
about in the anteroom together with a few regular patrons who were waiting
around to see who went into the men's room.  There was a doorway with no
door that separated the rooms.  Once in the men's room, there were 3 stalls
on the left and 2 sinks and 4 urinals on the opposite wall.  The stalls had
no doors and had large glory holes between them - so large that a man could
almost climb through.  The urinals were the old fashioned tall ones with no
partitions separating them.

	I went straight to the stalls. My favorite stall was the one
closest to the back wall.  It was opposite the last two urinals and had the
best view of the action there.  No luck today, though as it and the middle
stall were both occupied.  I settled into the first stall, taking off my
top coat and suit jacket and placing them on the back of the toilet.  I
then dropped my pants, sat down on the seat, flipped my tie back over my
shoulder, and began to idly stroke my cock that was still hard as a rock
from my activities upstairs in the theater.  Almost immediately, I noticed
a very handsome black man standing in the doorway between the anteroom and
the bathroom.  He was about 22 or 23 years old, maybe 6'2" tall, lean and
athletic with close cropped hair.  He was wearing a nicely fitted navy blue
suit and carried a brown leather briefcase.  He was looking right at my
cock.  I made eye contact with him and nodded for him to join me in the
stall.  He looked around nervously and made no move to do so.  I nodded
again, but no luck.  I sighed, figuring he was too shy to get blown in an
open stall.

	I saw that there were three guys at the urinals ant turned my
attention to them.  Two of them seemed to be taking care of each other, but
the third was looking my way.  He was a nice looking guy, about 5'6" tall,
and appeared to be in his early to mid thirties with thinning dirty blonde
hair.  He had blue eyes and was dressed business casual.  I nodded to him
and he came to my stall right away.  I groped the front of his pants and
immediately noticed that he was hard.  He sighed, grabbed the top of stall
partitions in each hand and leaned back a bit, letting me do all the work.
I unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled down his briefs and out popped
a nice 5 or 6 inch cut cock of medium thickness that curved up towards his
belt buckle.  His pubes were trimmed and his balls shaved.  I licked around
the head and eased his cock into my mouth, noticing a faint taste of baby
powder.  I took my time, slowly going up and down on his dick and reached
around grabbing the back of his thighs to help guide him in and out of my
mouth.  He just seemed to go slack, hanging from the cubicle partitions
with his eyes half closed.  After about 3 or 4 minutes, his cock stiffened
and he set out a gasp.  I felt 3 nice shots of semen shoot onto my tongue.
His load tasted very sweet.  Once he was through and I had cleaned off his
dick, he patted me on the head and made his way upstairs.  I looked up and
noticed that there were two new guys at the urinals half turned toward me,
stroking their hard dicks.  The older guy in the next stall was busy
blowing someone and the young black guy was still standing in the doorway,
taking in the whole scene.

	Again, I nodded to the young black guy, but he stayed where he was.
One of the guys at the urinal crossed the room and came into my stall,
never bothering to put his dick back in his pants.  He was definitely not
an office worker - I guessed he worked in construction or for a utility
company.  He was dressed in blue jeans, flannel shirt, a hoodie and work
boots.  He also wore a heavy Carhart type jacket and looked to be in his
late thirties.  He was dark haired and nicely built, with a small gut, and
sported a two or three day beard.  His pants were unzipped and lowered a
bit on his waste and his cock sprung out from a thick bush.  It was a
little more than 6 inches long and pretty fat.  His crotch had a strong
odor of musk, like he hadn't yet showered today - the smell captivated me.
I reached out and stroked his cock once or twice, checking out its
thickness.  He impatiently reached out with one hand and grabbed me under
the chin and brought my face towards his swollen dick head.  Squeezing my
cheeks and forcing my mouth open he pushed in as far as he could.  His fat
piece stretched my mouth open and I struggled a bit at first to accommodate
his girth.  Moving his hand to the back of my head, he began a steady
fucking motion in and out of my mouth.  On the in stroke, my nose was
buried in his pubic hair and his scent was overwhelming.  I groaned loudly,
reached for my own cock and began to stroke it at the pace of his face
fuck.

      Once started, he settled into a steady fucking motion for several
minutes, occasionally pausing to drive his cock as far down my throat as he
could go. Then he added a second hand to the back of my head so that he was
completely controlling me by my neck.  I stopped stroking my dick and let
my hands fall to my side and leaned forward on the seat as he twisted my
head 45 degrees and roughly pulled it back and forth on his cock.  I was in
heaven.  Nothing is more exciting to me than to be under the control of a
hot top man.  I opened my throat, inhaled his scent and entered my cock
sucking zone.  My focus was entirely on the cock that was using me, hoping
to provide it the most pleasure I could possibly give.  I hardly noticed
the men who came and went from the rest room or the man in the next booth
and quickly lost track of time as he power fucked my skull.  My entire
focus was on my breathing and the taste of his delicious pre- come.  This
went on for what seemed like a long time and I was beginning to get muscle
cramps in my jaw and neck from being held in one position too long.  I was
loving it though, and moaned almost non-stop as the fat cock sawed in an
out of my mouth.  Eventually, I sensed that he was ready to come.  He began
to jerk my head a little erratically and his cock stiffened and grew even
fatter.  He pulled my face tight to his groin, let out a loud grunt and
unloaded about six spurts straight down my throat.  I didn't get to taste
his load until he withdrew his cock and I licked off the head.  He looked
down at me and smirked as I wiped my lips with the back of my sleeve,
stowed his cock and quickly left.  I sat back on the toilet, flush faced
and dazed.

      I looked at my watch and it was 12:55.  I had been sucking the last
guy for more than 20 minutes.  I thought I should be getting back to work,
but when I looked up I saw that the tall young black guy was still standing
in the doorway to the rest room.  Our eyes locked and I raised my eyebrows,
hoping he might finally be interested.  To my delight, he walked
deliberately over into my stall and carefully placed his briefcase on the
floor.  He hesitated, and I reached out and unzipped his trousers, reached
through the slit in his boxer shorts and pulled out what was one of the
largest and most beautiful cocks I have ever seen in my life.  It must have
been 11 inches long and thick.  It was coal black and cut with a large,
flaring purple head.  Although he was very hard, his cock hung almost
straight down.  Drooling, I leaned forward and gently took the head of his
cock into my mouth while he stood rock still.  My tongue worked its way all
around the head, paying special attention to the sensitive under side.
Then I leaned in further and took as much of his cock into my mouth as I
could.  I could only take about 4 inches or so, but he certainly
appreciated my efforts.  After only 3 or 4 slurps, he shot a huge thick
load into my mouth.  His shook as his orgasm lasted about 20 or 30 seconds.
His load was thick and mild tasting and filled my mouth almost to
overflowing.  I swallowed; he shot some more, and I swallowed again.  I
carefully licked off his dick, put it back in his pants and zipped him up.
I looked up and smiled.  He seemed suddenly nervous again, picked up his
briefcase and left.  The entire encounter lasted about 2 minutes.  I was a
little disappointed that he shot so soon and would have liked to play with
that big dick for much longer.  But I guess he was just too nervous and
excited after standing around in the restroom for so long watching all of
the action around him.

      Since it was just about 1pm, I straightened myself up as best I
could, splashed a little water on my face at the sink and left for the
office.  My stall was immediately taken and I could hear the action
continue as I made my way up the stairs from the rest room.  Back in the
office, I realized that I hadn't shot my load at all during my time at the
theater and was even more distracted than I had been in the morning.  I
made a beeline for the men's room on my floor and rubbed one out so that I
could at least get a few hours work accomplished.  After I shot my load in
the stall at work, I sat on the toilet licking cum off my fingers while
mulling over my noon time romp.  Six loads in an hour.  Now that's a
working lunch!