Cinema Follies

By crave cravebd

Published on Oct 27, 2011

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This story deals explicitly with the subject of men having sex with men. If you are underage, or such material is illegal where you live, please move on immediately.

I have long been an avid fan of NIFTY. I find the written work far more stimulating to my fevered brain that any picture or video. I think that it's about time, after so many years of enjoyment, that I contribute a little bit to the NIFTY files. This story recounts a bit of the anonymous sex I enjoyed in the 1980's and 90's. It is probably 85-90% true. Although every last detail of some men I have encountered over the years is indelibly etched in my brain, such is not the case for everyone. After 25 years, some of the details have faded and have been recreated or embellished here. If this story is well received, I would like to add more accounts of my experiences in the theaters, parks and rest rooms of my home town.

As this is my first story, I would appreciate any suggestions or feedback that you may be able to give. Feel free to email me at cravebd@hotmail.com.

LUNCH HOUR AT THE CINEMA

I walked hurriedly up to the ticket window, paid my entry fee, made my way up the ramp, through the double doors and into the theater. It was just before noon and the warm darkness of the movie theater was quite a contrast to the bright winter sunshine outside. I took a minute to let me eyes adjust to the darkness. A sigh of relieve escaped my lips. I was incredibly horny and had anxiously watched the clock all morning, knowing that I would never get any work done unless I got some relief. I snuck out of the office a few minutes early in the hope that I might suck down a few loads at the cinema on my lunch hour.

The theater was a large old structure from Vaudeville days with a single screen that showed straight porn. In its day it probably had seats for 3,000 or so, with elaborate moldings and fenestrations and a large balcony. The balcony had long been closed. The theater was in a seedy section of town adjacent to the downtown office district and was popular during the work day. Upon entering through the double doors, there was a wide promenade with a wall that was about chest high separating the seating area from the entrance. The entrance was on the right hand side of the theater and as one walked to the left there were two breaks in the half wall marking the main aisles of the movie house. There were already quite a few guys there for the noon time "rush". Several men loitered in the promenade area and against the wall. The aisles were long. About half way to the front, there was a break in the seating to allow people to walk from one side of the theater to the other.

I walked along the promenade to the far aisle and stood at the end of the aisle and waited a few minutes more for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. After a moment, I noticed that one of my favorite seats was empty - at the end seat on the right side of the aisle in the last row up against wall. I quickly sat down and placed my coat on the chair next to me. From this seat, all I need do is turn my head to the left and I would be staring right at the crotch of anyone who paused at the entrance to the aisle.

I want to take a minute here to describe myself. When this took place, it was in the mid 1980's. I was 28 years old, 5'10" tall and about 165 pounds. Of Irish and Italian descent, I had close cropped brown hair and brown eyes, and a nice body that I kept in shape by swimming and making regular trips to the gym. My dick is 7" long, cut and sticks straight out at a ninety degree angle from my torso. I got plenty of looks from guys on the street and had no trouble getting dates. When dating, I was a sexually versatile, assuming the role that most pleased my partner. At the theater, however, I was a cock sucking slut and would greedily swallow any dick placed in front of me. The sleazier the situation, the more I was turned on.

I was settled in my seat no more than 30 seconds when I noticed a businessman standing by my left shoulder at the entrance to the aisle. He appeared to be in his mid 40's, of medium build and wearing a nice suit. Probably a banker or attorney. I reached over to grope him and he immediately turned to the side so that I had better access to his crotch. He was facing my seat and able to rest his right elbow on top of the half wall just behind the seat. I quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock through the slit in his boxers. It was already hard - about 5 or 6 inches long, cut and of average thickness, surrounded by a nice hairy bush. I smelled the scent of musk mixed with cologne. Wasting no time, I inhaled his cock to the root while fondling his hairy balls. He let out a slight groan and placed his left hand on the top of my head, directing the pace of my actions. He cock was smooth and salty and I could not get enough of it. He would direct my head back and forth and hold me firmly against his gut from time to time. Then he would pick up the pace and slam into me, fucking my mouth and throat. I was in heaven. He must have been on a schedule, because in less than 3 minutes he held my face tight to his groin and unloaded 4 quick spurts down my throat. I was unable to taste most of his load, but did get a hint of the salty sweetness as he withdrew from my mouth. Seconds later, he had zipped up and left.

As I was wiping my lips with my sleeve, a second man stepped up with his cock out and at the ready. Another businessman, this one was in his late fifties and heavy set. He had a fat, cut cock about 5.5 inches long and as big around as the handle of a flashlight. He has big hairy balls that were pulled up tight against the base of his dick. He placed his hand on the top of my head and promptly began to fuck my face. Back and forth he pulled my head onto his dick. My forehead was being smashed up against his soft belly. His shirt tails rubbed against the side of my face. He was in no hurry and soon he was holding my head with two hands as be guided his fat cock in and out of my mouth. His cock was a mouth full and as he was a large man, I was not able to see peripherally around him. He had me completely under his control and I loved it. After a few minutes of face fucking, he picked up the pace. His motions became erratic as his climax approached. Then, with a grunt, he unloaded into my mouth, keeping the tip of his cock at the end of my tongue so that I could taste all of his bitter load. When he finished cumming, he let me clean off his tool and then slowly stepped aside arrange his clothes.

Almost immediately a third man stepped up, grabbed my head and pushed his cock into my mouth. He was another businessman, tall and balding, in his late 40's. He had a beautiful cock, about 8 inches long and ramrod straight, but on the thin side. He had a nice set of balls in an almost hairless sack. He must have been watching the other two, because he was hot to trot. He rammed his meat down my throat, choking me at first. It took a few strokes to get used to his length, but he was not waiting for me. He needed to get off and get off quickly. That's what I loved about this place. Most of the businessmen were in a hurry to get back to their office and wasted no time getting what they needed. And I was happy to oblige. Once I was used the length of his tool, he held my head at a slight angle and drilled in and out of my throat like a piston. My own cock was hard as a rock and leaking profusely in my underwear. I wanted this to last. After a few more minutes of face fucking, businessman number 3 unloaded deep in my gullet and kept me impaled on his cock until he started to go soft. Then he whipped it out of my mouth and into his pants in the twinkling of an eye and disappeared. I have found that business trade generally does not like to stick around and chat after shooting a load.

After the third businessman left, there was a lull. I looked at my watch and it was 12:20. I had only 30 - 40 minutes left before I had to leave to get back to the office. I decided to check out the men's room. The men's room in this theater was down a long staircase. At the bottom of the stairs, there was an anteroom with several chairs and benches. There were usually a mixed assortment of homeless men and drug dealers milling about in the anteroom together with a few regular patrons who were waiting around to see who went into the men's room. There was a doorway with no door that separated the rooms. Once in the men's room, there were 3 stalls on the left and 2 sinks and 4 urinals on the opposite wall. The stalls had no doors and had large glory holes between them - so large that a man could almost climb through. The urinals were the old fashioned tall ones with no partitions separating them.

I went straight to the stalls. My favorite stall was the one closest to the back wall. It was opposite the last two urinals and had the best view of the action there. No luck today, though as it and the middle stall were both occupied. I settled into the first stall, taking off my top coat and suit jacket and placing them on the back of the toilet. I then dropped my pants, sat down on the seat, flipped my tie back over my shoulder, and began to idly stroke my cock that was still hard as a rock from my activities upstairs in the theater. Almost immediately, I noticed a very handsome black man standing in the doorway between the anteroom and the bathroom. He was about 22 or 23 years old, maybe 6'2" tall, lean and athletic with close cropped hair. He was wearing a nicely fitted navy blue suit and carried a brown leather briefcase. He was looking right at my cock. I made eye contact with him and nodded for him to join me in the stall. He looked around nervously and made no move to do so. I nodded again, but no luck. I sighed, figuring he was too shy to get blown in an open stall.

I saw that there were three guys at the urinals ant turned my attention to them. Two of them seemed to be taking care of each other, but the third was looking my way. He was a nice looking guy, about 5'6" tall, and appeared to be in his early to mid thirties with thinning dirty blonde hair. He had blue eyes and was dressed business casual. I nodded to him and he came to my stall right away. I groped the front of his pants and immediately noticed that he was hard. He sighed, grabbed the top of stall partitions in each hand and leaned back a bit, letting me do all the work. I unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled down his briefs and out popped a nice 5 or 6 inch cut cock of medium thickness that curved up towards his belt buckle. His pubes were trimmed and his balls shaved. I licked around the head and eased his cock into my mouth, noticing a faint taste of baby powder. I took my time, slowly going up and down on his dick and reached around grabbing the back of his thighs to help guide him in and out of my mouth. He just seemed to go slack, hanging from the cubicle partitions with his eyes half closed. After about 3 or 4 minutes, his cock stiffened and he set out a gasp. I felt 3 nice shots of semen shoot onto my tongue. His load tasted very sweet. Once he was through and I had cleaned off his dick, he patted me on the head and made his way upstairs. I looked up and noticed that there were two new guys at the urinals half turned toward me, stroking their hard dicks. The older guy in the next stall was busy blowing someone and the young black guy was still standing in the doorway, taking in the whole scene.

Again, I nodded to the young black guy, but he stayed where he was. One of the guys at the urinal crossed the room and came into my stall, never bothering to put his dick back in his pants. He was definitely not an office worker - I guessed he worked in construction or for a utility company. He was dressed in blue jeans, flannel shirt, a hoodie and work boots. He also wore a heavy Carhart type jacket and looked to be in his late thirties. He was dark haired and nicely built, with a small gut, and sported a two or three day beard. His pants were unzipped and lowered a bit on his waste and his cock sprung out from a thick bush. It was a little more than 6 inches long and pretty fat. His crotch had a strong odor of musk, like he hadn't yet showered today - the smell captivated me. I reached out and stroked his cock once or twice, checking out its thickness. He impatiently reached out with one hand and grabbed me under the chin and brought my face towards his swollen dick head. Squeezing my cheeks and forcing my mouth open he pushed in as far as he could. His fat piece stretched my mouth open and I struggled a bit at first to accommodate his girth. Moving his hand to the back of my head, he began a steady fucking motion in and out of my mouth. On the in stroke, my nose was buried in his pubic hair and his scent was overwhelming. I groaned loudly, reached for my own cock and began to stroke it at the pace of his face fuck.

Once started, he settled into a steady fucking motion for several minutes, occasionally pausing to drive his cock as far down my throat as he could go. Then he added a second hand to the back of my head so that he was completely controlling me by my neck. I stopped stroking my dick and let my hands fall to my side and leaned forward on the seat as he twisted my head 45 degrees and roughly pulled it back and forth on his cock. I was in heaven. Nothing is more exciting to me than to be under the control of a hot top man. I opened my throat, inhaled his scent and entered my cock sucking zone. My focus was entirely on the cock that was using me, hoping to provide it the most pleasure I could possibly give. I hardly noticed the men who came and went from the rest room or the man in the next booth and quickly lost track of time as he power fucked my skull. My entire focus was on my breathing and the taste of his delicious pre- come. This went on for what seemed like a long time and I was beginning to get muscle cramps in my jaw and neck from being held in one position too long. I was loving it though, and moaned almost non-stop as the fat cock sawed in an out of my mouth. Eventually, I sensed that he was ready to come. He began to jerk my head a little erratically and his cock stiffened and grew even fatter. He pulled my face tight to his groin, let out a loud grunt and unloaded about six spurts straight down my throat. I didn't get to taste his load until he withdrew his cock and I licked off the head. He looked down at me and smirked as I wiped my lips with the back of my sleeve, stowed his cock and quickly left. I sat back on the toilet, flush faced and dazed.

I looked at my watch and it was 12:55. I had been sucking the last guy for more than 20 minutes. I thought I should be getting back to work, but when I looked up I saw that the tall young black guy was still standing in the doorway to the rest room. Our eyes locked and I raised my eyebrows, hoping he might finally be interested. To my delight, he walked deliberately over into my stall and carefully placed his briefcase on the floor. He hesitated, and I reached out and unzipped his trousers, reached through the slit in his boxer shorts and pulled out what was one of the largest and most beautiful cocks I have ever seen in my life. It must have been 11 inches long and thick. It was coal black and cut with a large, flaring purple head. Although he was very hard, his cock hung almost straight down. Drooling, I leaned forward and gently took the head of his cock into my mouth while he stood rock still. My tongue worked its way all around the head, paying special attention to the sensitive under side. Then I leaned in further and took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I could only take about 4 inches or so, but he certainly appreciated my efforts. After only 3 or 4 slurps, he shot a huge thick load into my mouth. His shook as his orgasm lasted about 20 or 30 seconds. His load was thick and mild tasting and filled my mouth almost to overflowing. I swallowed; he shot some more, and I swallowed again. I carefully licked off his dick, put it back in his pants and zipped him up. I looked up and smiled. He seemed suddenly nervous again, picked up his briefcase and left. The entire encounter lasted about 2 minutes. I was a little disappointed that he shot so soon and would have liked to play with that big dick for much longer. But I guess he was just too nervous and excited after standing around in the restroom for so long watching all of the action around him.

Since it was just about 1pm, I straightened myself up as best I could, splashed a little water on my face at the sink and left for the office. My stall was immediately taken and I could hear the action continue as I made my way up the stairs from the rest room. Back in the office, I realized that I hadn't shot my load at all during my time at the theater and was even more distracted than I had been in the morning. I made a beeline for the men's room on my floor and rubbed one out so that I could at least get a few hours work accomplished. After I shot my load in the stall at work, I sat on the toilet licking cum off my fingers while mulling over my noon time romp. Six loads in an hour. Now that's a working lunch!

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