Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 03:03:11 -0500
From: Mike <willingmike@yahoo.com>
Subject: Downstairs at the FOX....

All comments welcomed for this first-time endeavor, and all legal warnings
go without saying...

I wasn't married yet in the very early 60's when I first discovered the
famous Fox Theater on N. Illinois Street in Indianapolis.....but later,
when I was married, I still went there! I was actually still in high
school, but they let me in anyway......and I had lots of experiences there
that will be worth repeating. At that time it was a (very famous, locally)
burlesque theater, and just as exciting (for some) when it became a porno
movie palace in later years. Real on-stage performances by such 'names' at
the time as "Evelyn West and her $50,000 Treasure Chest." But I soon
learned that the REAL excitement was down in the basement......a cavernous,
giant restroom area that required a very squeaky door and a long stairway
to enter. And I soon found out that no one paid much attention (maybe a
raised eyebrow or two?) when they heard that door squeak at the top of the
stairway. The place was wide open, and many a straight guy, there only to
get off by watching the tits of the latest burlesque queen flopping around
upstairs, would barely glance to the bathroom stalls to the left as he made
his way to the urinal to take a leak. He knew what was going on over
there......no one tried too hard to hide the action, and sometimes the
activity spilled out to the large floor space in front of the stalls.

Here's one memorable encounter (one of many) to start my literary career: I
went down to pee (and did) and then walked over to the three guys (various
ages) standing in the stall 'area.' One of them motioned over to an old
(seemed damned old to me at the time) man sitting on one of the toilets. He
was looking downward toward the floor, but his mouth was open...
invitingly.  My 'new friend' said "Give it to him, he needs it." I
hesitated for a while, but was intrigued by one of the three guys standing
there watching the needy old cocksucker. This one guy was younger than the
other two, and damned good looking, nice body, big basket. He seemed
interested in what I might do, but didn't urge me to partake of the old
boy's talents.......but I knew immediately I wanted to partake of the
younger guy's talents, so would use the old guy to get what I wanted.

I walked up the the seated cocksucker, dropped my pants (making sure my
bubble butt was very visible to the threesome behind me) and shoved my cock
into the old guy's mouth. He eagerly took it, and started making love to my
7 inches. He seemed appreciative and I tried not to appear too
bored......waiting for what would happen next. And the next move didn't
take long......

I heard some whispered encouragement behind me, and then the one.....the
ONLY one I had been horny for to begin with......walked slowly up behind
me. The young, good-looking stud had his own cock out, and it was a
winner......BIG! I will never forget.....can still remember it even today,
all these years later......the pure heat I felt against my bare butt as the
guy rubbed that monster cock against the crack of my ass. If I had been a
woman, I would say I got "wet," but even my young male butt seemed to react
the same way a young female pussy would have........by God, I got WET! And
in it went, no trouble at all, slipped all the way in to the hilt. The stud
never uttered a word, he just slowly (oh, so slowly) fucked me...thrusting
in and out while I moved my hands back to balance myself on the entrance to
the stall, damn near pulling the old cocksucker off the toilet with me. He
wasn't about to let his slippery lips slip off my dick, and just sort of
leaned forward almost to his knees in front of the toilet stool.

I got so engrossed in the pounding I was getting that my ass was moving
back and forth full force to meet its 'master,' and I actually lost
interest in the blow job I was receiving. I'm not even sure the load I
finally shot went down his throat...it may have splattered all over his
face...but then he wasn't responsible for that big load anyway. That young,
big cock up my ass had fucked that cum right out of me.....and I will never
forget how grateful I was to my nameless fucker for giving me such a sweet,
exhausting release. In fact, I think I did mutter "Thank you" as I pulled
up my pants and turned to face him. A few drops of cum were still dripping
out of his wonderful dick as he yanked up his own pants, and he seemed
embarrassed and muttered "Sure.....any time."

Ah, memories. Now I can't always remember what happened yesterday, but
those days at the Fox Theater in Indianapolis.....or I should say, in the
BASEMENT of the Fox Theater......over forty years ago are still just as
vivid as if they happened a couple of hours ago. And I have a lot of
memories from there.....do you want to hear more? Let me know at
willingmike@yahoo.com. The Fox has been gone for years.........but I
discovered a lot of new "fun" places for encounters after that!