Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2003 03:27:13 -0500
From: Mike <willingmike@yahoo.com>
Subject: Downstairs at the FOX - 3

    Many thanks to all who have read the first two chapters of this
saga.....and encouraged me to write more. A special thanks to DON, who
actually tracked down an old picture of the famous FOX Theater, and
forwarded it on to me. Wow, that made my memories even MORE vivid! This may
be the last installment for a while.....I've been thinking about delving
into fiction with a story about a Dad AND Mom completely dominated by their
stud son.....what do you think of that idea? Let me know at
willingmike@yahoo.com.  But in the meantime.....all the usual legal
warnings apply, don't continue with this unless you are of age, etc etc
etc, blah-blah-blah.

Now follow me back in time to another adventure (or two or three) in the
basement of the Fox Theater in Indianapolis, circa early 1960's.

I had snuck away from the house to see what was going on downstairs at the
Fox tonight.......not much, unfortunately. I headed down that long
staircase to the basement as soon as I got inside the theater, only to find
a very dark Italian type with hairy legs spread wide, reclining on one of
the toilets. He was being serviced as usual (I recognized him immediately
from previous visits....it was always the same scene) by one of his
cocksuckers kneeling in front of him, loudly slurping on his very
hefty-sized dick. I had never seen the guy in any other position....never
standing in front of one of the eager cocksuckers, so at least you could
get a look at his ass....but always lounging back on a toilet seat. The old
black guy who gave shoe shines down there (yeah, seriously, in the big
ante-room at the bottom of the stairway) was standing on the toilet seat in
the next booth, hanging his head over the side and obviously enjoying the
show from that view.

I walked past them and plopped down on the toilet in the very last stall,
thinking I'd wait there a while and see if there was going to be any more
action. Well, it didn't take long. There must have been an intermission in
the burlesque show upstairs, because the squeaky door at the top of the
stairs started squeaking like crazy, and I could hear several footsteps on
the stairway, and some laughter and conversation, as men headed down to
take a leak or........whatever.  I wondered if the Italian's cocksucker had
bothered to get up off his knees from where he was servicing his master
three stalls down, but I doubted it!

Pretty soon a couple of guys cruised down the area in front of the stalls,
checking out each one to see what was going on, before they turned and
headed back toward the urinal. One of them was hotter than hell.......a
young, Blonde God who was kind of stocky and clean cut and looked like he
probably played football at nearby Butler University. My mouth
automatically flew open (an invitation if ever there was one) as soon as I
saw him, but he just did the nonchalant cruising bit and walked away. I
started to pull up my pants and go after him when another young guy in a
heavy long coat (and this was summer, folks!) walked past, took one look at
me, and stepped up in front of me in the stall.  He pulled the coat apart
and his already hard cock stuck straight out from his fly.....he was ready
for immediate relief, and there was no doubt that he had chosen me to
provide it.  And who was I to argue with "need"?  Well, it wouldn't have
done me much good to argue anyway, 'cause that rock hard dick was stuck
forcefully into my mouth and obviously had no intention of pulling out till
it was drained. So drain it I did......and I worked faster and with even
more expertise than usual, because (1) there were still a lot of guys
milling around at the urinal and in the area in front of the stalls, and
(2) I wanted to go after that blonde football player!

Once my hot (he couldn't have been too comfortable in that damned coat!)
new friend was completely satisfied and had zipped up (without ever saying
a word to me, by the way) I quickly headed upstairs to the theater. The
next show hadn't started yet, so there were dim lights on, and it didn't
take me long to spot Blonde God sitting midway down toward the stage, all
by himself. It also didn't take me too long to sit down next to him, give
him a meaningful look, and start rubbing my hand up and down his right
leg. He definitely got the message, and once he had nodded affirmatively I
jumped up and headed back to that squeaky door......ran down the
steps....and waited. By that time it was quiet again downstairs. 'Italian'
had apparently been drained, because he had pulled his pants up and was
standing in the area in front of the stalls talking leisurely to an older
guy I had seen there before.....a notorious (and talented) ass-eater.

As soon as I heard the door open upstairs, I knew who was headed
down....and I got my pants to my ankles and sat in the very first stall (so
he wouldn't have far to go!) My football player ignored the other two guys
completely.....once he spotted me and my position, he just walked over,
slipped his pants down mid-thigh, and slipped (slammed, actually) his
beautiful cock in my mouth. You know, after all these years I remember him
and his cock (and his ass) so well......the dick was slightly bent to the
left, was not huge but VERY comfortable in my mouth and throat......and the
ass was so smooth and firm and full and felt wonderful under my squeezing
hands.

I was taking my time on this blow job, because I wanted him to take his
time and enjoy it. Then I became aware, though my direct vision was
obviously blocked, that 'Italian' snapped his fingers, and there were
scurrying noises behind my blonde. Apparently the ass licker had been
ordered into service, because I was aware that he was kneeling behind
'Blonde' and the slurping noises on his bubble butt matched my own slurping
noises on his solid dick. This went on for a while, and I sort of lost
track of what was going on because I was so involved in my own "work."  I
had been rubbing the blonde's nice, thunder thighs for a while during this
portion of my suck job, and started to take my hands back up to that
wondrous ass of his, when suddenly I realized his ass was occupied! Damned
if there wasn't another body pressed tightly behind his........I pulled my
mouth off his dick long enough to see what was going on, and realized the
Italian Stud apparently hadn't been drained earlier after all.......or had
sure made a comeback quickly......because he was strenuously fucking his
Italian Sausage in and out of my football star's asshole.......and the
Blonde hadn't even muttered or moaned when he had stuck it in there. But my
guy did mutter now....to me. Those words I love to hear. "Keep suckin,'
buddy."

So I surely did what I was told. And now I'll give you the amazing (still
amazing to me, to this very day) end of this story. 'Italian' yelled out
like he was in the middle of a deserted woods somewhere when he unloaded up
Blonde's ass......and Blonde promptly unloaded down my throat......LOTS of
very tangy cum, but without a single utterance from him. In fact, I
probably made more noise than he did just swallowing it!  So everyone was
done (I thought) and pulling out and pulling away and pulling up
trou.....when all of a sudden this Blonde God, this guy I imagined, at
least, to be a macho football star.....mutters something else to me: "YOU
wanna fuck me too?"  Oh my God, did I ever!  And this stud to end all
studs, who obviously is a bigger fag than any of the rest of us downstairs
at the Fox, promptly leans over the toilet I had just serviced him from,
and offers me that beautiful blonde ass with Italian cum coating the light
blonde hair all around his well-used hole.........for MY enjoyment. And
enjoy it I did.....trust me!  In fact, even 'Italian'.... who had now moved
over to and bent over the urinal, dropped his pants again, and was allowing
the ass-eater to feast on his own hairy butt....looked over at us and gave
me a warm smile as I pounded.....and pounded and pounded.....our mutual
blonde piece of ass for that evening.

I wonder if any of you guys are still around.....I have heard from one 'Fox
Player' who was there enjoying the atmosphere at about the same time I
was. Hell, who knows......maybe he once did me or I once did him or we once
did each other!  Sure do miss those days.....and those memorable men.