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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                      "Married Man At The Movies"


The Diary of Michael Stewart:  Friday, July 10, 1987 -

     For quite some time, I had been carrying on correspondence with one of
more interesting-sounding users...since I'm not the type to kiss-and-tell,
I'll let you guess at his name (well, OK, suck-and-tell is a little
different, but I'm still not going to identify him).  I will say that he is
in his early thirties, married, and bi, and described himself as being
about 5'7" or so, maybe 150 pounds, brown-haired, hairy-chested and fairly
well-hung.
     Well, to get back to the story at hand, for some time we had been
trying to arrange a meeting, and finally we hit on a day and time that
seemed good for both of us.  For various reasons, we couldn't use either of
our houses, so we agreed to meet at a straight porno theater on Kings
Highway in Brooklyn that seemed to be well-known for it's all-male action
in the balcony and bathrooms.
     I deliberately got their a little early, to check the place out.  I
was very surprised to find that they had done some re-arranging to the
place since the person who described it to me had been there last:  now, up
the balcony, they were showing all-male fuck flicks.  There were various
guys wandering around up there, sometimes making contact with each other in
the balcony aisles, but I guess since this was a Friday afternoon, things
were quieter than normal.  I skipped the straight part of the theater to
check out the basement men's rooms, only to find them empty, except for one
stall where a young, Italian-type (the term used to be "cugine"), had his
pants around his ankles and was beating off.  He had the door closed, so I
couldn't tell too much in the dim lighting, and when I went to peek in
through the cracks around the door he turned his back, so I guess he was
one of the straight ones.  Shame; he was a real hunk, just my type!
     On the way back up, I checked out the straight section of the theater,
and sat down for a few minutes, watching the straight action.  Seemed much
like all-male porn - no plot, no dialogue except for grunts, groans and
moans.  I was very surprised when I caught sight of a guy disappearing off
to the side, to standing behind another guy who was seated, who started
playing with his dick - it looked like he was sucking it!  I thought I'd
seen everything there was to see down there, but when I turned around to
leave, sitting a few rows behind me were two fairly good-looking guys, one
in his late twenties, another in his early thirties, seating a seat apart,
and the younger one had his hand in the older one's lap.  And this was in
the straight part of the theater!  Holy shit!
     I ought to stop for a minute to explain why all of this excited me so
much  As some of you may have read, straight men turn me on, and so do men
who resemble the "Brooklyn" type.  Finding a place like this - right in the
heart of Brooklyn - was enough to get my cock hard by itself; and finding
action like this there was almost enough to make me shoot in my pants!
     I had to hold off, though, since the guy I was supposed to meet was
due soon.  Inasmuch as I had promised to meet him outside, I waited until
the bulge in my pants went down, and left to meet him on the corner.
     Fortunately for my nerves (he was the first user I had met that I
didn't know before I brought the board up), he was right on time, and his
description had been accurate.  Since I had described what I'd be wearing,
he had no trouble finding me, and we soon were inside the theater,
together.
     First thing we did was head up to the balcony, and find some seats. 
We chatted for a while, and I, starting to get horny again, started rubbing
my cock through my pants.  He seemed to be getting horny, too, so I reached
over and closed my hand around the mound in his pants...and found a nice,
hard dick underneath.  I whispered in his ear for him to unzip himself, and
I pulled down my fly and whipped out my dick.
     Now we were both sitting there, next to each other in a straight porno
theater in Brooklyn with our cocks sticking up out of our laps.  I reached
over and started slowly jacking on his cock, and he wrapped his fingers
around the head of my dick and started rubbing and caressing it.  It felt
great!
     After a few minutes of that he decided it was time for something new.
Since we had both shared the fact that we had taken the test and tested
negative, I sure didn't mind when he lowered his face into my lap and took
my hard rod all the way down his throat.  I kept my hand wrapped around his
dick, and stroked his cock while he sucked mine.  I tapped him on the
shoulder, indicating I wanted a turn, and we traded places.
     I started by licking his big balls, and then working my tongue up the
shaft and around the head, and then took him the way he took me - deep and
fast.  I guess I must have been good; he leaned back in the seat and let my
mouth have it's way with his cock and balls.
     Soon his breathing quickened, and I felt his cock start to get
stiffer, so I pulled off.  He grabbed his cock, moved to the edge of the
seat, and I could just barely make out him shooting his load on the back of
the seats in front of us.  Wow!
     We took a break to smoke a cigarette and get our breath back, and
after a few more minutes, we were ready to go at it again.  This time, I
started sucking his dick first, working my lips and tongue around the head
of his cock while one of my hands stroked his shaft and the other worked on
his balls.  I had such a good time, my jaws started getting tired, and I
pulled back and let him do me.  He was even better the second time around,
and all too quickly, I was shooting my load across the back of the seats. 
Then I was back into his lap, and licked and jerked him to another orgasm.
     It was a hell of an afternoon, but we both had to get going.  Before
we left, though, we did agree to get together again for another hot
afternoon!