Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2004 00:23:44 -0500
From: xplorer 2000 <xplorer2000@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Addiction: Part 1 - Foxchase Follies

This is a true story.  The names have been changed to protect the anonymity
of the persons involved.

This story may not be as erotic or as exciting as others I have written, but
that is because this really happened. It wasn't the perfect encounter that I
have fantasized about, but it was one I'll never forget.

I was taking a class at the community college that usually lets out at 10:00
PM. Tonight we finished early so I decided to take advantage of the fact
that I had a little time when my wife didn't expect me home. I only had
about an hour and a half, but thought that would be just enough time if luck
was with me. I was headed to the Foxchase Cinemas, a theater that shows
straight porn and is a known cruising site for men seeking sex with other
men. I had been there a half dozen times but could never really hookup with
anyone. I had given and received a few hand jobs but never to completion and
none of them were interested in going any further. Before the Foxchase, I
had only one sexual encounter with a guy. That involved some hand play and a
little sucking but we quit before he came and I never saw him again. Since
that time I have been obsessed with sucking a cock until it spewed its
juices down my throat.

Part of the problem I had was my shyness. At the Foxchase I had made eye
contact with lots of guys as we watched each other stroke our cocks, but was
always too afraid to make the first move.  But, tonight I was determined to
have someone shoot his load in my mouth for the first time.

First, I stopped by the ABC store and got some liquid courage. As determined
as I was, I knew that I was still likely to freeze when the time came. I
only had a little time so I couldn't afford to waste any with hesitation. I
didn't want to dull my senses so I just had one strong drink. By the time I
got to the theater it was 9:15. I could stay as late as 10:30 without the
wife getting suspicious. I would just say I stayed behind at school talking
to friends. I was a little disappointed when I got inside the theater. There
were only about 20 or 25 people there, but several of them were obviously
looking for fun, as they were openly stroking their dicks. I sat there for
about 20 minutes before deciding that I would have to make a move soon.

There was a clean-cut man stroking his meat in the aisle seat two rows
behind me. I watched him for a while, hoping he would make a move. He was
about ten years older than me, probably in his early fifties. For some
reason I had the impression he was in the military, probably an officer. He
watched me watching him. I was sure he was interested but I had to work up
the courage to make the first move. We were near the door where there was a
lot of light so I pointed to the front of the theater where it was darker.
He nodded his approval. I went to the front row, got into a seat, and was
soon followed by my new friend who sat behind me to my right. By the time I
turned around he was already pumping his cock again. It was a nice size, at
least seven inches. I didn't waste any time reaching back and grabbing it.
Holding his rod I started slowly stroking it. After awhile, I suggested he
move next to me so I could suck it. Even though it was out in the open, it
was dark and he could easily see anyone approaching from the rear. Still, he
said it was too public. I suggested we go out to my van but he said he
couldn't. I could understand his cautiousness but I was getting frustrated.
Was everyone there only interested in hand jobs? By then the excitement of
the hand job had dissipated and the military guy decided to leave.

It was 10:00 now so I decided to go outside, thinking eventually someone in
my situation, frustrated and desperate, would come out and want to play.
After about fifteen minutes someone came out. He was a good-looking guy,
also about ten years my senior. I recognized him from the theater. He was
sitting a few seats away masturbating and watching me give the military guy
a hand job. First, he passed by me, but then turned and struck up a
conversation. It turned out, that we both found the Foxchase from a website
called Squirt.org. It was obvious, even to me, that we were looking for the
same thing. I didn't waste any time inviting Bill to talk in my van. I
suggested finding a dark parking lot somewhere but, unfortunately, he was
wary about doing anything that public and he said he needed to get going.
Bill wasn't from the area but said he travels there often on business. We
agreed to stay in touch by email and arrange a private meeting next time he
was in town. So, the night was not a total waste, but I was still
frustrated, leaving the Foxchase, once again, not having had my first taste
of cum.

By then, it was almost 10:30, my self-imposed deadline. As I was headed out
of the parking lot I saw an Asian man, who I also recognized from the
theater, walking to his car. I thought about stopping to talk to him, one
last-ditch effort, but decided it was too late for more games. As I drove by
him, he nodded at me indicating he also recognized me. I had second thoughts
about leaving but continued out of the lot. A few blocks later my Asian
friend was driving next to me. I looked over to see him smile and wave.
Something inside told me to go for it so I motioned for him to follow me. I
pulled into a parking lot and he pulled next to me. "Do you want to find a
dark place to talk?" I asked. "Sure," he replied. Soon I pulled into a bar
parking lot that was full of cars. In the same lot was an auto body shop
with cars parked along its side. I pulled in between two wrecked cars. The
lot was full enough and dark enough that no one would notice one more car
and parking between the cars left there for repairs ensured no bar patrons
would be walking up next to us. Jay (I got his name later) got into the
passenger seat next to me. After some small talk, I asked him what he likes.
In a slight Asian accent he responded, "I like blowjob." By then he had his
erect cock out and was stroking it up and down. "Well, I like to give
blowjobs," I said. His dick was about six inches long, uncut, and curved to
the left, directly toward me. My run of bad luck at the Foxchase had just
ended. I put my head down and took control of his joystick, first licking
the head and shaft, and then putting my mouth over his silky smooth cock. He
was small enough that I had no problem getting my mouth around him but long
enough that his head hit the back of my throat. I surprised myself when,
after the first time, I was able to control my gag reflex. As I moved my
mouth up and down his dick he was getting even harder and starting to moan.
As I sucked him, I played with his nice size balls. I can't describe the
thrill I got as he pushed down on my head forcing me to deep throat his hard
throbbing cock. After a few minutes he asked, "You want my cum?" "Yes, all
of it," I mumbled, his cock still in my mouth. He took his cock out and
started masturbating, telling me to wait. My head still in his lap, inches
from his pulsating member, I waited in anticipation. His breathing told me
he was close. Then he said, "Okay, now." I took him into my mouth again and
started sucking as I took his penis deep in my mouth. I was expecting to
feel his eruption at the back of my throat but I never did. I knew he was
coming by his heavy breathing and moaning and the taste of his cum filling
my mouth. I kept sucking and licking, making sure to get every last drop.

With that, Jay said "Thank you." "Thank YOU," I said. He asked me my name
and told me his. Up to that point names didn't matter. It was just two
strangers helping each other out. He said, "I'll see you at the Foxchase
again" and I told him that next time we wouldn't waste so much time.