This is a true story by Michael Stewart, written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1988.
Copyright (c) 1988, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty
Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.

Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at
brooklyn@yorick.ny.cybernex.net

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                         "A Day At The Movies"


The Diary of Michael Stewart:  Friday, October 28, 1988 -

     There must have been a full moon this particular Friday, because not
only was I feeling sleazy and horny, but I think half the men in Brooklyn
were too.  Not that I minded, of course...
     I got to the Kings Highway Cinema not too long after it opened, about
11ish.  It didn't take me long to check the place out, and - armed with a
can of soda - I headed upstairs to watch the movie.  It wasn't too long
before both the movie and the soda started getting to me, so I headed
downstairs to the basement to use the john.
     It was empty when I went in, so I figured I might as well enjoy the
"luxury" of a stall.  As I was taking care of business, I heard the outside
door creak open, but I ignored it until I finished, and then I turned
around to look.
     I couldn't tell too much from the back, but the guy that came in
didn't look too bad.  Dirty blond hair, short - about 5'8" or so, late
twenties to early thirties.  He was standing at the urinal, staring at the
ceiling, which usually means "straight," but I figured I'd watch anyway, to
see if he might jerk off or something.
     When he finished, he turned around suddenly and saw me looking.  I was
embarrassed, but at least I got a good look at his face, and he was pretty
hot looking...a real "cugine" type.  From the way he was dressed, I figured
he was one of the guys who worked for the big Jack LaLanne gym down the
street who just came in on his lunch hour.  Since he'd already seen me, I
just kept looking as he walked over to the sink to wash his hands.
     To my surprise, as soon as he finished washing his hands, he came back
over and stood in front of the stall I was in, looking through the crack in
the door.  I was tall enough to see over the top, and my eyes quickly
zeroed in on the fact that he was rubbing his crotch through his jeans.
     As I popped the lock on the stall door and let it swing open, he
stepped back and stood at one of the urinals again, opened up the top of
his pants and unzipped his fly.  I figured we might get into a hot jerk-off
session, so I hauled out my meat - which was already stiff - and started
lightly stroking it.  He kept looking over his left shoulder at me, and
finally turned around, giving me a look at his dick.  Average size,
dirty-blond pubic hair, and his fist wrapped around it, stroking.  Nice.
     I motioned him to come and join me in the stall, but he shook his
head.  "You like dick?" he asked; I nodded, and now he started stroking
even faster, pounding his fist up and down his rod.  He whispered, "Let me
see it," so I pulled the door open a little further to give him a good
view.
     We stood there like that, him furiously stroking his dick, me lightly
stroking mine, and it looked like he was going to come.  Suddenly, we both
heard the outer door creak open, and quick as a flash, he pushed his cock
back into his jeans and zipped up, heading for the door.  Damn!  My rod was
a little too big and stiff to stuff back into my pants, so I just closed
the door, locked it, and sat down to...uh...regain my composure.
     As I was sitting there (smoking a cigarette), I heard the door open
and close a few times, but I ignored it...I figured no one could top that
last guy, and I was a little disappointed that he'd left.  By the time I
finished the smoke, I figured he wasn't going to come back, so I stood up
and made to leave.
     I was evidently wrong about no one being able to top the previous guy.
Standing there side-by-side at the two urinals were two completely
different men.  They both looked pretty hot (from the back, anyway).  The
one on the left was about 5'10" or so, dark haired; the one on the right
was about 6'4" (taller than me), and also dark-haired, but he looked much
more muscular.  I figured I'd watch 'em both for a minute to see if they
were going to get it on with each other, but the one on the left was
evidently using the men's room for its intended purpose, because he just
zipped up and left (just as well, too, because when I finally got a look at
his face, he was a real dog).  That left the other guy, but he wasn't doing
the ceiling routine...as soon as the other guy walked out the door, he
looked over his shoulder, and of course I looked back.
     This guy didn't waste any time on preliminaries.  He turned right
around, and I'm not sure which feature caught my eye first...his big, hard
dick (about 8" from the look of it, fairly thick, and cut), or his face. 
He was a really handsome guy...still had dark hair, dark brown eyes, and
looked like he hadn't shaved that morning...a real rugged look.  He looked
to be about 30 years old.  He had his dick sticking out of his fly, and as
soon as he was sure I was interested, he hauled out his balls...pretty
hefty-looking low-hangers!
     Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I once again opened the
stall door, only this time I walked over to him before pulling down my
zipper and taking out my meat.  I stood sort-of on his side, and he angled
himself so he was at an angle to both me and the urinal.  Now that I was
close to him, I could even tell the scent of aftershave he was
wearing...Old Spice... but I concentrated more on watching him stroke his
rod.
     Just as I reached up to cop a feel of his dick, the outer door opened
again, and I beat a hasty retreat back to my stall, just getting the door
closed and locked as the inner door opened.  Whoever it was hadn't gone
toward the "free" urinal or the "free" stall, so I risked a peek over the
top of the stall door.  My tall friend was still standing there at the
urinal, still stroking his shaft, and was looking off to the side at
whoever had come in.  From that angle I couldn't see who it was, so I
craned my head over the door and saw it was someone I knew was "into"
it...a 19 year old Hispanic kid named Raoul who I'd messed around with once
or twice.
     Knowing it was safe, I opened the stall door again, and Mr. Tall swung
around, dick in hand.  I walked over to him and this time didn't waste a
second copping a feel of his joint.  It was real long and thick, and from
the way it jumped when I grabbed it, I could tell he was pretty horny. 
Fine by me!
     I looked over my shoulder at Raoul in the corner and the hard-on he
was running in his parachute pants was pretty obvious.  I remembered he had
a big uncut dick, so I motioned with my head for him to come over and join
us.  He did, unzipping as he walked, and as soon as he was standing next to
me with his rod out, I copped a feel of his with my other hand, while Mr.
Tall felt my dick.
     I guess Mr. Tall was hotter than I thought, because he suddenly
grabbed his own dick back out of my hand and started stroking furiously. 
After all this time, I wanted to get my rocks off too, so I fisted mine,
and kept my left hand traveling between Raoul's thick cock and Mr. Tall's
balls, which I was caressing as he beat off.
     My tall friend suddenly twisted a little, evidently aiming for the
urinal, and started shooting his load, making these little
"grunting/sighing" noises as he blew his load.  That was enough to set me
off, and I twisted in the other direction and started shooting my cum on
the wall, with my hand still on his balls.  Raoul just watched, give his
rod another stroke or two, put it away, zipped up and left...I figured I'd
catch him later...and by that time, the two of us were both finished
shooting off.  My tall friend (God, was he handsome!), turned to me, and -
pressing his softening cock against mine - pulled me to him and gave me a
long, hard deep kiss.  If my knees hadn't been buckling, I might have had
the presence of mind to get this stud's phone number, but by the time I
thought of it, he was gone.  Such is life.
     After -that- little scene, I decided I needed another soda and another
cigarette, so I went back upstairs, and after a quick stop at the soda
machine, went back up to the balcony to watch the movies and recuperate.  I
just relaxed for a while, checking out the movie with one eye and the
audience with the other.  Only one or two guys, and they were aged
somewhere between retirement and death, so after about an hour, I went
downstairs to check out the straight film.
     I went down one of the side aisles to one of the little "standing
areas" behind the seats, only to find Raoul getting sucked off by some guy
I couldn't quite make out.  Needless to say, I didn't feel like
interrupting, so I went over to the other side's "standing area" and
watched the film for a few minutes, until my eyes got accustomed to the
dark...and then I found out where all the hot men were...and then I was
watching them more then the movie.  Something about straight guys, though;
they don't "whip it out" in the theater; they just rub it through their
pants.  Although that was fun to watch, I figured I'd check out the johns
again...
     As I hit the bottom of the steps, I could see three or four guys
sitting around watching a straight movie (the same one as upstairs), on the
video screen there in the lounge.  Even though the movie is a straight one,
it's fairly well-known that if you hang out down there, you're looking for
dick, so I didn't feel funny checking these guys out.  One, in particular,
was pretty hot...another dirty blond guy, about my age and height, fairly
muscular, and with an incredible thatch of chest hair showing through the
neck opening of his shirt.  He looked like he had a pretty good-sized
basket, too, but I couldn't tell too much because of the way he was
sitting.
     To my disappointment, he didn't follow me into the john (either one of
them), so when I confirmed there was no one in either of them, I went back
out and decided to sit down and join the crowd.  While I'd been in the
ladies room, though, all but Mr. Dirty Blond (number 2 for the day!), had
left, so I sat myself down in a place where I could watch him and the
stairs at the same time.
     That touched off one of those "cat-and-mouse eye games" I love to
play.  He'd look at me when he thought I wasn't looking, and I'd look at
him when I thought he wasn't looking.  After a few minutes, we'd both
"caught" each other, and started staring at each other openly.  I figured
I'd "up the stakes" a little, and spread my legs wide and started groping
myself through my jeans.  Well, he "called my raise," and did the same
thing, massaging a hefty basket through his pants.  I made sure that while
I was doing it, the outline of my hard-on showed clearly.  He topped me
there, too, tugging down his zipper and sticking his hand into his pants
through the fly to rub his rod through the white briefs I saw bulging
outward.
     This was too much.  I stood up, and waved for him to come into the
men's room with me.  I waited till I saw if he was going to, and sure
enough, he stood up, and - holding his leather jacket in front of him to
camouflage the open zipper - joined me.
     As soon as we were into the john, we each headed for one of the
urinals.  He wrestled to get his cock out as I twisted and squirmed till my
hard-on was out in the open.  He had a nice cock...almost a twin to my
own...and without a word being spoken, we both grabbed for each at the same
time.  In short order, we were both standing there next to the urinals,
facing each other, jerking each other off.  We did exactly the same things
to each other...he stroked me a certain way, I stroked him a certain way. 
He hefted my balls in his hand, I hefted his in my hand.  He reached up
under my shirt to run his hand over my chest, I did the same to him,
luxuriating in the feel of his hairy chest, running my fingers through the
hair, darting back and forth from nipple to nipple.
     We gradually moved closed and closer to each other, until the heads of
our cocks were rubbing together.  He took one more step toward me, and with
a flip of his wrist, had both our cocks in his hand.  He started jerking
them at the same time, and I started thrusting my hips back and forth,
fucking his hand.  He kissed me.  I kissed him back.  He kissed me again,
harder.  I kissed him again, harder.  Finally, we were standing there, him
jerking us both off, our faces locked together, our tongues darting back
and forth in a long, deep kiss.
     I knew we'd been lucky not have been interrupted before this, and I
knew I wanted to cum.  He was stroking both of us hard, but I pulled back,
leaving him working on only his cock.  He didn't seem to mind; he just
picked up the pace on his meat, while I took mine in hand to "catch up." 
In retrospect, I shouldn't have done this, but I reached up and grabbed
ahold of the base of his shaft (right where it was sticking out of his
fly), and traced my finger through the pubic hair, down to the
underside...and then I grabbed his balls.
     With that, he let out a loud groan (I swear it echoed off the tile
walls, but that's probably my imagination), and shot his load straight up
in the air...after the first blast, he aimed toward the urinal, and like
the tall guy before, I kept my hand wrapped around his balls while he blew
off.  This time, I didn't cum though...nuts!...but it was still fun.  As
soon as he creamed, he took off, so I put myself back together and went
back out to the lounge to sit down.
     There were a couple of more guys out there now...no one really
special; the hottest was a Hispanic guy in his mid-late twenties who was
also watching to see who'd come down the stairs.  He wasn't the type I'd go
after, but I wouldn't throw him out of bed, either, and besides, his thin
little moustache looked kinda cute.  With his thin, light build, he
reminded me of a cat.  Since we were both looking for the same thing, we
both basically ignored each other, except once when a particular ugly came
downstairs, he turned to me and made a face.  I laughed despite myself.
     I was just about to give up hope when this STUD came down the stairs.
This was one of those guys you just cannot picture as being into men.  He
was about 6', about 180#, blond hair, green eyes (I know, I stared),
dressed like a GQ boy, 30 years old, tops.  Very, very handsome, and very,
very hot.  The Latino and I both followed his progress, and when he
disappeared into the women's room, I noticed he had a hot ass too...and I'm
not generally an "ass man."
     When Mr. Stud didn't come out after a couple of minutes, I began to
have second thoughts about him being "obviously straight," and I
non-chalantly made my way into the women's room...the Hispanic guy had the
same idea; he was almost right behind me.  There are only two stalls in
there, and it was obvious from the open door that he wasn't in the one on
the left, so I knew he was in the one on the right.  Figuring that he was
doing his business, I considered this "expedition" a loss, until I caught a
glimpse of him looking back out at me through the crack in the door.  Hot
damn!
     I walked over there and stared through the crack in the door.  He was
looking back, and from the motion of his arm, he was stroking himself.  I
started rubbing myself through my jeans, and after a quick look over my
shoulder (the Hispanic guy was leaning against one of the sinks behind me,
paying avid attention), I unzipped my fly and hauled out my dick, stroking
it so he could see it.
     Mr. Stud seemed to hesitate a minute, then I saw him reach up and I
heard him open the door to the stall.  Once it was fully open, I could see
that I had been right; he was sitting there on the john, his pants around
his ankles, and a thick, cut cock standing up from his lap.  His hand
returned to his dick at the same time the Latino guy came over to look.
     Actually, the Latino guy came over to do more than look.  He took one
glance at Mr. Stud's hard slab of meat, one look at my hard dick, and
promptly whipped out his own.  My God...it wasn't fully hard (it still had
that "rubbery" look about it), but it was really fucking thick and really
fucking long.  It was almost like it -poured- out of his pants, and my
opinion as to his looks was suddenly revised...
     Mr. Stud was really getting off on watching the two of us standing
side by side outside his stall pulling our puds, because he was pounding
away.  He looked really hot doing that, and there was something about the
way the gold chain around his neck stood out in contrast to his taut neck
muscles that drove me wild.  The Latino guy tried to walk further into the
stall (probably hoping Mr. Stud would suck him off), but Mr. Stud pushed
him back, then grabbed the Latino's dick and felt it...then mine...then Mr.
Stud leaned back, pulled up his shirt, and blasted his load all over his
smooth stomach.  Shit!
     The Latino and I were both evidently too far gone to be stopped,
though, and after the last occasion, I wanted to cum, bad!  He stepped back
and was again shoulder-to-shoulder with me, and as Mr. Stud closed the
stall door, we just looked at each other and kept stroking, grooving on
each other's dicks and the scene we'd just shared.  He came first, shooting
a couple of good blasts onto the stall door...and that set me off; I shot a
huge load right on top of his.  When we were both finished and putting
ourselves back together, he just looked at me and grinned, and I think I
probably grinned back.
     After *that*, I definitely needed some recuperation.  I spent the next
hour or two drinking a soda, smoking a couple of cigarettes, and watching
the movies (which were getting stale at this point).  I knew as soon as I
felt my hard-on stirring again that I was fully recovered...and once again
I went off on the prowl.
     It was about 5:30ish or so now, and I guess it was between "shifts,"
because the place was fairly empty...the afternoon crowd has dispersed, and
the after-work crowd hadn't hit yet.  I didn't feel like sitting downstairs
in the lounge, so I decided to check out the straight theater again.  I
found a seat quickly on this ratty old couch in the back and just relaxed.
     A few minutes later, this tall guy in a business suit came in and
stood about two feet away from me.  I couldn't see too much of him - it was
dark there and his suit was dark - but I could tell he was at least as tall
as I was, had a moustache, and looked to be in fairly good shape.  I
figured he was straight and waiting to get his bearings before he went to
find a seat (you'd think I'd learn after a while, wouldn't you?), so I
didn't pay too much attention to him until I could see that not only was he
hard, but it was showing through his 3-piece suit pants, and he was rubbing
the bulge.  *That* really caught my attention, and I uncrossed my legs and
started rubbing my own bulge, putting on my own little show for his
entertainment.
     He got the hint fast, first staring at me and then (with a quick look
around to be sure no one was watching), he sat down on the couch next to
me, spread his legs wide and unzipped his pants.  Up close, I could tell he
was Italian, and looked for all the world like an insurance salesman...and
I've always had thing for guys in suits.  Once I could see that he had a
decent-sized rod, I tugged down my fly and hauled my meat out once again.
He surprised me by reaching over and grabbing ahold of my rod, but fair's
fair, I figured, and I did the same to him.  He leaned over, and I thought
he was going to give my a blow-job right there, but instead he whispered,
"Meet me downstairs in a few minutes."  I nodded, and he stood up,
zippering himself up as he walked toward the door.
     I waited the few minutes, then casually sauntered out of the theater
and down the stairs.  I first checked the women's room - not in there - and
then headed for the men's john.  When I got in there, it seemed I'd been
replaced, because he and another guy in a suit were just disappearing into
one of the stalls.  I sighed and went to walk back out, but then figured
"fuck it," and walked over to peer over the edge of the stall.  The other
guy in the suit was also Italian-looking, also with a moustache...not as
tall from the looks of him; he was sitting down, and I started looking it
at just the point where the tall one (my friend from upstairs), rammed his
cock into the shorted guy's mouth.
     The slurping sounds were pretty hot, and the tall guy must have been
having a good time, because he was really slamming it to the other one.  He
put his hand up on the side wall of the stall to balance himself, and I
noticed his wedding ring...I figured he was probably stopping in on his way
home from work for a quickie.  He got it, too, because when I next looked
over, he pulled back, pulling his dick out of the guy's mouth, and shot his
load on the guy's face...he didn't seem to mind; he stuck his tongue out to
catch as much as he could.  I left before he came out of the stall and
grabbed a seat out in the lounge.
     Well, both of them came and left and so did about a dozen other guys. 
I was getting hungry, but I wanted to shoot off one more time before I
headed home, so I figured I'd hang out for a while more and see what
happened.  Fortunately, the particular straight movie that was on the video
monitor was pretty hot (all the guys were anyway), so I wasn't bored.
     I had almost decided that I'd just forego the pleasure of a third
shoot when someone I knew from a previous "trip" came in.  Steve was 27
years old, 5'10", 170#, brown hair, green eyes, hairy chest and
stomach...of Greek descent...and while his cock wasn't long (maybe 7"), it
was *thick*, and had those "perfect proportions" I like so much.  He looks
a lot like the actor, John Stamos.  We'd run into each a few times before
there, and had always had fun getting it on.  I looked at him and  cocked
an eyebrow (basically asking, "You wanna get it on?"), and he looked back,
smiled, and nodded toward the women's room.
     We hit the stall together and it wasn't long before we had out pants
down around each other's ankles.  He had a good pair of balls, too, and I
was having a good time holding his sac in one hand and stroking his rod
with the other...he was doing about the same thing to me.  We did that for
a minute or two, and then he let go and started unbuttoning his shirt.  I
waited till he finished, and then I pushed the two halves apart and started
licking and nipping at his nipples, and returned my hands to his dick and
balls.
     We kept that up for a nice long while and I was really starting to get
into it, but then Steve pulled away and asked me to turn around.  I was a
little mystified, but hot, so I did it...I felt his hand running up and
down my ass, and he kept whispering, "Nice buns, nice buns..."  I was
complimented, but was never much one for ass-play, so I was paying careful
attention to what he was doing.  He bent me over a little, almost over the
john, and I felt his hand replaced with the tip of his hard dick.  I said,
"I don't get fucked," and he said he remembered.  He moved in closer to me,
and now I thought I knew what he was up to.  He rubbed his whole shaft and
up down my ass, and finally, resting against my ass, he moved in closer and
grabbed me by the hips and started thrusting.  It felt pretty good, having
this hot stud semi-dry-fucking me, and it felt even better when he leaned
over me, trapping his cock in place, and my grabbing dick.  As he thrusted,
ever so gently, I could feel the hair on his chest and stomach rub against
my lower back and ass, and that felt hot, and he seemed to have just the
right grip on my rod to make -that- feel good too.
     I could have gone on like that for a while, but I could sense Steve
was getting closer.  The thrusts were getting stronger, and his hard cock
felt even stiffer up against my ass.  He was jerking on my shaft harder and
faster too...our movements were getting really violent, and as I
straightened up a little to regain my balance, he leaned closer in,
nuzzling the back of my neck.  He said, "I'm gonna cum!" and without
breaking stride, starting shooting his load onto my back and his...he kept
thrusting his big dick against my ass, and I the combination of his hairy
stomach rubbing against my back, his hot breath on my neck, and the
stroking he was doing on my cock set me off...I creamed, shooting into the
john.
     I think it was the john, anyway; by the time we'd both finished, both
of us were cum-covered...thank God they had paper towels in the place.  We
got ourselves together and chatted a bit out in the lounge...smoked a
cigarette or two...and then I left, tired - but happy!