I knew what I wanted when I walked into the Adult Movie Theatre. I had been there many times before this… and always for the same reason. I wanted to suck cock… or should I say, cocks… married men’s cocks, if possible, but as many cocks as I could suck in the hour I had. It took my eyes about 5 minutes to adjust to the darkness in the theatre. On the screen was a man was noisily fucking a large breasted woman… but I wasn’t there for the movie. I was there for cock.
The place was the same as always. Men were scattered throughout the theatre seats… some alone, some in pairs, some in clusters. Along the back wall stood a line of men. I found a gap in the line and leaned against the wall, waiting for my eyes to completely adjust, but before they were, a hand reached over and groped my already hard cock. I looked at its owner, standing next to me. Taller than I by about 4 inches, the man looked about 40 (but who knows, I have always been a lousy judge of age), with blondish hair and glasses. I put my hand on the man’s hand and pushed it against my cock, and as I did I felt the smooth metal band on his ring finger. I knew it was his left hand… and I smiled. Married, I thought to myself… Bingo! I felt the hand move up to the waistband of my shorts, and then slide inside.
I had dressed for the occasion. It was summer outside, so all I wore was a pair of jogging shorts, a tank top, a pair of sandals and a jockstrap. I felt the man’s hand cup the hard cock inside the jock’s mesh pouch, and I heard the man moan… or was it a growl. Now, I never play in the back of this theatre… my favorite spot was in the front row on the right side. It was furthest away from the entrance, and the space in front of the screen allowed more room than anywhere else in the place. I whispered, “follow me”, and started toward the right aisle. The man’s hand slipped out of my shorts as I moved away, but he followed right behind me.
I sat against the right wall in the front row, and the man, who said his name was Frank, sat down next to me. I immediately unbuckled his belt, and undid his pants. To my surprise he was wearing no underwear, and his hard uncut cock sprang up from his lap. I was just about to take it in my mouth, when he tucked his hand under my chin and brought my lips up to his. It was a long, wet kiss, with LOTS of tongue. Now, kissing a married man was not that unusual for me, but kissing a married man in this place was. Generally, they were here to get their cocks sucked before going home to their wivesWhen the kiss finally broke, he whispered, “I want you naked… except for the jock.” That was all I needed to hear.
I stood up in front of him and stripped down. I’m not shy, and I didn’t give a shit who saw me. Then, naked, except for my bulging jock, I knelt between his legs. To my surprise (Frank was full of surprises), he stood up and moved almost to the screen and leaned against the wall. In complete lust, I rose and moved to him and knelt again, taking his hard cock in my mouth as I did. He put his hands on the back of my head (I could feel the cold ring against my shaved head) and began fucking my face. I closed my eyes and sucked on his beautiful 7 inch dick. I have no idea how long this went on before he whispered, “we’ve got guests.” I looked up and discovered I was now surrounded by at least a dozen men. “Suck ‘em… suck them all,” Frank whispered.
Obeying orders, I moved to the man on my left. His cock was in his hand and he shoved it into my open mouth. As he fucked my face, my eyes wandered around the circle of men, most of whom were stroking already hard cocks. The guy I was sucking moaned and said “I don’t wanna cum yet” and pulled out of my mouth. I moved to the next cock. The hand that held it also sported a wedding band… Bingo! I wrapped my lips around it and began sucking… sucking hard. Almost immediately he moaned and shot his load down my throat. That was all it took for a man behind me to cum on my back. The softening cock was pulled out of my mouth only to be replaced by another. When it unloaded, another took its place. This went on for ten or fifteen minutes, but between cocks, I always looked back at Frank. He leaned against the wall, watching intently as I serviced man after man, with his cock in his left hand… the golden band gleaming in the dark.
I lost track of how many cocks I had sucked, and how many others had unloaded on my naked skin, but the circle had dwindled when I heard the voice of the first man (after Frank). “Don’t forget about me” he said, and shoved his cock into my still-hungry mouth. Five or six thrusts later, he pulled his cock out with a moan and shot his load all over his shoes. To my surprise (again), Frank growled, “Clean up those shoes.” I looked at him and he smiled, “Clean them up with your tongue… please” I wouldn’t have denied him anything. I licked the cum off the man’s shoes, slowly… sensually… and then he left.
Alone, once again, with Frank, I took his cock between my lips and slid them down his shaft until my nose was buried in his blonde bush. He put his hands on my head and really fucked my face. It was fantastic. Rough, but not painful… Fast, but not too fast. He moaned and shot his load into my mouth. At the same moment, and without touching my cock, I unloaded into my jockpouch. Almost immediately, Frank pulled me to my feet and kissed me. His load, still in my mouth, was shared as his tongue played with mine. And then, without a word… he was gone. I stood in my jock, in a daze, in the glow of the movie screen. Damn… that was HOT!