8th Ave. Movie Theater by Tom jockwriter@hotmail.com
Back before Guilliani became mayor of New York City, there used to be these great adult movie theaters that lined 8th Ave. near Times Square.
I discovered them on my first visit to New York. I was in the city interviewing for my first job after college, and I was trying to kill time before my appointment. I was dressed in a new blue suit and red tie that my girlfriend had picked out to highlight my blue eyes, jet black hair and athletic body. She said I looked hot in it and any woman would hire me on the spot.
I was particularly horny that day because my girlfriend was also flying around the country looking for a job and it had been a month since we had been in the same city at the same time. Out of curiosity and horniness, I slipped into one of the theaters and, to my surprise, found it over half full at 2 p.m. on a Thursday. I quickly found a seat, one away from everyone else, and tried to focus on the movie. It was your typical skin flick: big titted blond getting fucked by a guy with a huge dick.
I quickly got bored with the movie and was about to leave when I noticed the audience. It was all male and oddly grouped into 2, 3 and more guys. Some of the guys were slouched down low in their seats. There was lots of movement as guys were constantly changing seats. I took me a while, but I figured out much more than watching skin flicks was going on there.
A man sat down in the same aisle as me, and I quickly refocused all my attention on the moviescreen. A few minutes later, he moved down to the seat next to me. I was frozen, unsure of what to do. I pulled myself together to leave when he reached over and gently started massaging my crotch. Without saying a word, he unbuckled my belt, undid my pants and fished around in my boxers until he brought out my raging hard 8" boner.
I never took my eyes off the screen.
He slowly stroked me up and down. His hand felt incredibly soft, and he never rubbed or chaffed despite never using any lube. I tried to recall the last time my girl friend had stroked me so well.
The scene on the movie screen changed to a brunette sucking some young guy's thick dick. Without saying a word, the man beside me bent down and engulfed my hard cock. Spit ran down the sides as he pumped up and down on my tool. I unconsciously raised my hips to get more of my dick in his mouth. He slammed his mouth down hard on my dick and I shot my load deep into the back of his throat. He swallowed it all.
He nursed on my cock for a while, gently cleaning it up. Then, he tucked my dick away, fastened my pants and belt and quietly walked away. I realized afterwards that I had no idea what the guy even looked like. I quickly left the theater and made my way to the interview.
I got the job in New York City, and my girlfriend took a position in Chicago. We tried to do the 'long-distance thing' for a while, but it didn't work out. I was horny all the time, and she was a thousand miles away. When she did come to visit me or when I went to visit her, she didn't seem too interested in having sex. Instead, she wanted to talk about where our relationship was going and when would we be living in the same city.
We broke up six months after I moved to New York. I thought it would be easy to find a replacement in a city with millions of beautiful women, but it turns out that it's really hard to meet women in New York. So, I decided to focus on my career and visit the adult the theaters whenever I got horny.
The theaters were a quick and easy way to get a blow job without any commitment and were cheaper than buying some chick dinner. I didn't have to do much to get a blow job: once I sat down in my seat, some guy would soon come over, fish out my cock and start sucking. Sometimes I had to take out my own cock or had to tell the guy to suck it. Occasionally, I'd have to settle for a hand job. There were times when a guy 'wouldn't do anything I wouldn't do.' So, I would end up finding another seat or, if I was especially horny and there weren't a lot of other choices, touching the guy's cock while he touched mine.
I remember one particular horny afternoon. It was a hot Tuesday in July. I had been working on a project since very early in the a.m. on the other side of town on Park Ave. I had some downtime waiting for a client, and I really needed a blow job. I decided to sneak off to the theaters and get back before anyone noticed I was gone.
When I got to the theater, it was nearly empty. There were two guys sitting together on one side of the theater. They looked older and out of shape. On the other side of the theater near the rear sat a single male. I couldn't tell what he looked like. I took a seat in the same row as the solo guy.
As I watched the movie, I tapped my foot and shuffled around, all things I had learned to attract attention. Despite my noise, he didn't move and continued to watch the movie. I knew I didn't have a lot of time, so I moved down to the seat next to him.
He was a real guido looking guy: dark hair and features, lots of hair everywhere, a beefy construction worker look. He had on a 'wife beater' tanktop, a pair of long jean shorts and a cross on a thick gold chain. On his right shoulder he had a tattoo of a flaming eagle, and on the back of his left hand he had tattooed some woman's name.
He didn't acknowledge my presence, and his eyes stayed glued to the screen and his hands stayed on his knees. It was clear to me that if I wanted anything to happen, I'd have to make the first move.
I was horny enough that I reached over and started massaging his cock through his shorts. When he didn't reciprocate, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my crotch. He got the idea and started rubbing me through my khakis.
But I could barely feel his hand through my pants and it only reminded me how much I wanted to get off. I stopped rubbing him for a moment to undo my belt buckle, unzip my fly and pull out my tool. He undid his belt and let his shorts and boxers drop to the floor. He grabbed my meat and I grabbed his. The skin on skin contact felt a lot better, and I settled in to watch the movie.
On the screen was a tiny asian woman being fucked doggy style by a tall white man. As I watched the movie, I noted that my buddy was doing a pretty nice job on my dick. His hands were strong but soft, and he played with the full length of my dick from the head down to my balls. I tried to give him the same treatment.
The asian woman on the screen started sucking on a huge black dick, reminding me that I really needed a blow job. "Oh, yeah, that's what I want," my buddy said in a thick Brooklyn accent.
I turned to look at him and he was smiling slyly. "Man, I need someone to suck my fuckin' dick."
"Yeah," I said, "that's what I want too. A good blow job."
"Yeah, man. That's the only way I can get my fuckin' rocks off, man. Need something more than this hand shit."
As he talked, his hand increased the pace and force on my dick.
"Yeah, me too."
"Why don't you help me out, bro?"
"I don't suck dick," I replied.
"Yeah, me neither."
He continued to stroke my cock. His eyes stayed focused on mine ignoring the action on the screen.
"But man you could put it in just for a little while. You'll see it ain't so bad. It don't mean nothing. We're just two bro's trying to get our rocks off. It ain't faggy shit or nothing. Just two bro's helping each other out."
As he talked, his hand slipped from my dick to the back of my neck. H continued talking, whispering in my ear, as he applied gentle pressure to the back of my neck.
"Man just for a sec. So we can help each other get off. It don't mean shit."
Before I knew what was happening, I found my face an inch away from his cock with his hand still on the back of my neck. His cock was a little shorter than mine, maybe 7.5", but a lot thicker. The head was oozing pre-cum.
"Man just open your mouth a little. That's all."
I opened my mouth and thought about whether I could really go through with this. While I thought, he raised his hips and pushed his cock between my lips and into my mouth.
"Oh, fuck yeah. Your mouth feels so fucking hot."
He moved his cock slowly in and out of my mouth while I kept my head still. Both of his hands stayed firmly on the back of my head as he tried to push more of his cock into my mouth.
"Fuck man. Feels so fuckin' soft and wet."
The arm of the seat was pressing into my side so I tried to find a more comfortable position. He mistook my moving as a sign I was trying to get more of his dick in my mouth. He used his leg to maneuver me around, and soon I found myself kneeling on the floor between his legs.
"Yeah man. See how much of that big dick you can take."
Holding my head with his strong hands, he pushed his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged and he pulled back.
"Try again, man." And he again pushed his cock to the back of my throat. This time my throat yielded and he was able to shove his whole cock in my mouth.
"Awwww.fuckkkk!"
His dick and balls were covered in my spit. His cock was even fatter than before and bright red.
"Your mouth is fucking awesome." He used his hands to pull me off his dick. "Lick my balls man."
Sucking balls seemed like a much easier alternative to sucking dick. So, I eagerly sucked each one of his big balls into my mouth. Meanwhile, he was furiously beating his meat. I looked up to see him with his eyes tightly closed and his head thrown back.
"Use your tongue, papi."
I stuck out my tongue, and he used his hands to maneuver my head up and down the length of his dick and balls. Each downward stroke seemed to get lower and lower until my tongue grazed his musty hole. An electric shock seemed to go through his body, and he pushed my head down.
"Fuck man. Eat that just like you eat pussy."
I stuck out my tongue and tried to think of pussy and not ass. He put his feet on the back of the seats in front of us and allowed me full access to his butt.
For the first time, both his hands left the back of my head as he beat his meat with one hand and played with his balls with the other.
My cock was rock hard and needed some attention. I stood, dropped my pants to the floor and sat back down in the seat.
"Come on, buddy. My turn," I said slowly stroking my boner.
"No way, man, I told you. I don't suck dick."
I was furious. I had put in my time expecting to receive the same treatment. And now he was welching on the deal.
But his thick Brooklyn accent quickly calmed me down. "Man, that was so fucking awesome. I can't believe how good that felt. Your mouth is so fucking hot. Best I've ever had. You had me so close."
His hand moved back to the back of my neck and again he applied gentle pressure.
"I was so close man. Just a few seconds more. I promise. You've got the fuckin' sweetest mouth. Can't believe how hot you got me."
Seconds later, I found myself back down on the floor kneeling between his legs. He didn't wait for me to open my mouth as he pushed his cock between my lips and deep into the back of my throat.
"Yeah, suck it."
He placed his feet back up on the seats in front of us and humped his dick in and out of my mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled me off his dick and pushed my head down to his ass.
"Fuck, eat my asshole again."
I probed deep into his asshole covering it with spit. His body convulsed and he tried to force my tongue in deeper. After a while, he released his firm grip on my head and his hands fell to his side.
I stood again and looked down at my hard dick. He still had his eyes closed, waiting for me to finish the job on his cock. His cock was rock hard sticking straight up and his ass was up, all exposed.
I grabbed my hard meat and thought about how it needed attention. Almost without thinking, I aimed my tool and plunged my full eight inches into his ass.
His eyes shot wide open.
Hooking my hands behind his knees, I pulled all the way out and immediately pushed my way back in.
"Fuck, what the fuck are you doin'?"
I could barely hear him as I continued my rapid thrusts deep into his hole. His hands were clenched to his sides and his hard dick bounced up and down to my thrusts.
"Aw, fuck.fuck.fuck.no.shit!"
His cock started shooting without him touching it, hitting him in the face with his own spunk. Despite the death grip his ass tried to place on my cock as he came, I continued to plunge in and out. After a few seconds, I pulled out and shot my load. Stream after stream of cum hit his face and joined his own load.
He sat there in his seat with his face covered in spunk, his dick still hard, his legs spread wide and his ass gaping open from my dick. I reached down and pulled up my pants.
I smiled and said, "It's ok. You don't have to suck my dick."
"Fuck, man. Why'd you do that?"
"Shit!" I said reaching down and mixing our cum together on his face. "It doesn't mean anything. It's just two bro's helping each other get there rocks off, right?"