An Experience at the Theater
I cherished the autumn feeling, having a whole day and the following one to myself. The only problem at the moment was finding something to keep me occupied. Feeling quite horny, I decided a visit to the nearest theater specializing in porn was the way to go. What better way to enjoy a stunning fall day than that?
This specific theater - it played a mainstream movie on the big screen and had several rooms downstairs with porn and numerous men of various ages and types seeking sex - was perfect for satisfying my carnal desires. Located in the back of the downstairs area were many private booths with locking doors and discreet staff, perfect for my needs.
Most people in the theater were there for cruising. As a total bottom, my mission was to find someone looking to top or at least needing a blowjob. I've always been fond of men my age or older, often much older. The usual attendees were in their mid-forties and up, providing me with plenty of options.
Several men walked a circular path around the private booths, lining two corridors with gay and transgender porn on each side. I opted to lean against the wall and watch the porn while waiting to be chosen. Many men passed by, exchanging quick glances, until one particularly attractive older gentleman returned again and again, displaying growing interest each time. He was my type: handsome, late forties, tall, and with a confident lust expression in his eyes.
During his fifth visit, he leaned against the wall beside me.
"Hey," he said, "I need to cum really badly. Do you want to join me in a booth?"
"Absolutely." I replied, and we went inside.
We entered an empty booth, locked the door, and entered a small room with just a wooden bench, a small screen in the wall that constantly played gay porn, and a hook for clothes. Without wasting time, he undid my shirt and started sucking my nipples. In what followed, I was overcome with arousal.
"Do you like sucking cock?" he asked. I assured him that I loved it.
I kneeled before him, and he hastened the process of undressing, so I soon faced a stunning cock. It was about seven inches with a good girth and a pleasingly shaped head. It was rock hard, cleanly trimmed, and displayed every vein in the dimly lit booth. It was an attractive and arousing sight. I was desperate to satisfy my cravings; the anticipation was intense.
He removed his pants, leaving them on the bench, and faced me again. Without words, he started rubbing his aroused penis over my face. Consumed by the beauty and feel of this impressive cock, I enjoyed every moment of the sensory journey. Despite my eagerness to make him my mouthpiece, I was delighted by every detail of the experience.
Finally, his firm member was in my mouth, filling it completely. It was thick, lengthy, and substantial. I did my best to savor it with my mouth and tongue, meaning to explore each intricate texture and feature. It was a magnificent, masculine specimen, one I anticipated savoring. He gave me a soft slap on the cheek, producing a pleasurable sting that intensified my desire.
With him now in my mouth, I worked my mouth and tongue from base to head and back, delighting in the glorious look and feel of his cock.
"Suck my balls," he said after several minutes of intense oral intake.
With no hesitation, I complied. His balls were smooth, large, and weighed heavily, carrying the promise of male satisfaction. I alternated sucking each one and eventually found a way to fit both in my mouth simultaneously. It was no easy task, but necessary for both our satisfaction.
I began gradually pulling and tugging on his sack as I hungrily consumed his balls. Simultaneously, his cock rested on my face, creating a primal and delightful sensation.
Finally, his cock filled my mouth entirely. It was thick, veiny, and very arousing. I gave it my complete attention, working it with my mouth and tongue. I was elated by this glorious representation of a man's masculinity.
"Suck my balls," he requested after several minutes of intense cunnilingus.
Obeying him, I took each one in turn. His smooth, substantial balls hung low in a lovely wrinkled sack and were heavy, suggesting a large amount of pleasure. I took them both in my mouth at the same time, challenging myself to handle them. His balls brought him closer to the point of no return, but so did my excitement in pleasing him. This man knew how to take command and grant me exactly what I desired. I gladly relinquished the control to him.
After a few moments, he pushed his large dick back into my mouth. He assumed control and started to fuck my face. He placed both hands on the back of my head and pushed me forward with each thrust of his pelvis, forcing his entire dick down my throat. He did this for several minutes and then removed his dick and began slapping me with it. He slapped my mouth, my probing tongue, and around my face.
"Do you love this cock?" He inquired.
"Yes," I answered, "I could never get enough of this cock."
"Excellent," he said, "then take it, take it all and show it how much you adore it. Let it know how much you yearn for it to cum."
"I will," I responded, "I'll demonstrate how much I love it and how much I need it to cum."
He continued to fuck my face, thrusting passionately and filling my throat with prominent, hard cock. After a few thrusts, he paused, allowing his dick to rest at its deepest point, with my face buried in his abdomen, allowing it to nestle in my throat until I began to gag. Then he pulled it out, slapped me with it a few times, and started again, giving me a face-fuck I would never forget and think about frequently.
We were in the booth for a while when he started breathing very heavily. I was quite excited and worried because I knew what this indicated.
He said "I'm going to cum. Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum. Make sure you don't squander a drop. I want to ensure that you receive all of it."
He had no cause for concern. I was famished for all I could acquire. The anticipation was exceptional.
He pulled his dick out of my mouth and jerked it rapidly as I positioned myself directly underneath him with my open mouth expectantly awaiting his precious gift.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he said. "Here it is, here it fucking is!"
And with that, his dick erupted in a squirting wave of gooey white delectability, followed by another and another. His hot sperm shot in my mouth and all the way up my face. The salty sweet flavor was delightful and satisfied me like no other. I had cum in my mouth, on my nose, entirely covering one eye, all the way up to my hair. My eye was burning and one nostril was full of his sperm and dripping down my chin and onto my chest. He wiped some of the sperm up with his finger and offered to feed it to me. I was more than pleased to comply. Several wipes later and I was extremely pleased.
I went to reach for my shirt and he said "Don't think we're finished, do you? I still need to fuck that ass."
I was elated to hear this and replied "I was hoping we weren't finished. This ass is yours for the taking." And take it he did.
He took my pants off and hung them from the hook on the wall. Facing me, he grabbed hold of my ass and squeezed it quite forcefully. He started kneading my buttocks with his hands while grinding his re-hardening dick against me, pressed flat against my belly. The booth we were in was quite small and cozy, and I was interested to see how he intended to take me in such tight quarters.
He said "After that blowjob, I presume you can handle a bit of roughness."
I asserted, naturally, "Yes, I can handle it."
With that, he gave me a light smack in the face and said "Very well. You're my toy now. You'll do whatever I desire, won't you?"
"Certainly." I said.
He then bent me over the bench in a method that I was still standing, yet bent at the waist with my hands on the bench, and he continued rubbing and squeezing my ass. He reached over to his pants and extracted a bottle of lubrication, popped the top off, and spread some lube on his fingers. He placed the bottle back down on the bench. With his lubed fingers, he began to massage my ass. Very gently initially and becoming increasingly forceful as he worked my hole. It felt incredible and I never wanted it to stop.
And then his index finger slowly passed through me. He eased it in to the final knuckle and started to fuck me with his index finger. Soon, he had two fingers inside me, manipulating my natural tightness. Not long after, a third was present. "I want to ensure that you're open and prepared for me." he commented.
"Yes, open me wide." I moaned back.
He replied "Don't worry, you'll be widely opened up soon enough."
The man slowly withdrew his fingers and took hold of his bottle of lubricant. As I heard the sound, I could only imagine that he was applying it to his cock. Then, his hand started to smooth the excess over my opening, sticking a few fingers inside me for good measure. I felt his fingers spreading my butt cheeks apart and the incredible feeling of his hard, throbbing member slapping against my bottom and my entrance itself, tormenting me with the dick I desperately wanted inside me. The tip of his member began to push against my opening, gradually stretching it wider until it finally began its journey towards a state of bliss.
There was a sharp pain and he was in. He gradually slid himself all the way in and took hold of me by the hips. Holding me firmly, he started to thrust in and out, steadily increasing the pace and creating a rhythm. I could hear the sound of his flesh colliding with mine over the noise of the porn playing on the small screen in the cubicle. It was the sound of immense pleasure and made me want to surrender to a man once more. He was pounding me so hard, my head kept bouncing off the wall with each thrust. It was a sensational moment.
He then pulled out and softly whispered in my ear, "Lie down on the floor." While leading me down, I laid flat on the floor, with my face towards it. He positioned himself between my legs and, while in a kneeling position, re-entered me. I could feel myself reopening to accept his fullness. As he thrust once more, I could feel his balls slapping against me with each withdrawal and it was a heavenly feeling.
His legs were now outside of my slightly closed ones, and his hands on my shoulders, his cock penetrating me deeper with each thrust, providing me with a sense of pure happiness.
He laid down on top of me without missing a beat, pinning me to the floor. We were both covered in sweat from the intense sex. He spoke softly in my ear, "You're a good whore. You know how to take it."
"And you know how to give it," I replied.
He withdrew from me again, stood up, and instructed, "Turn over." I obeyed and laid down on the floor on my back. He grabbed my legs and dragged me over to the bench. He lifted my thighs and propped my back up with my shoulders and head still on the floor.
He stood over me and, while still standing, entered me once more. "Now you're going to get the piledriver," he said. Whilst still maintaining his standing position, he spat on my entrance and pushed his cock straight in, steadily fucking me as his balls collided with mine with every downward motion. His focus was unrelenting as he brutally ravaged my opening, providing me with complete satisfaction and making me feel fully alive.
Pulling out one last time, he laid me on my back on the floor of the booth and knelt over me. His knees were at the sides of my arms and he was practically sitting on my chest. "I have something for you, and I know you'll love it," he said. He jerked off for a few seconds and shot his semen all over me. It hit my face, across my cheek, into my eye, even hitting my hair again. It hit with such force that I flinched when it touched me.
When the second spurt came, my mouth was wide open, eager for a taste of his delightful, manly seed. He hit the target and I received a shot of cum in my mouth and on my chin. He continued to release his copious load onto my face and in my mouth until it finally began to dwindle and drip off in a glorious white torrent. With that, he thrust his cock into my mouth and I joyfully cleaned every remaining drop off of him, leaving his cock spotless and my taste buds fully satisfied.
After cleaning himself up as much as possible, we got dressed and were ready to leave. He scribbled his phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "That was amazing. I really needed this," he said. "Give me a call sometime so we can do this again." I stashed the paper away in my pocket, knowing that I would definitely be using it soon.
We exited the booth and parted ways. I assumed I would return to the same spot on the wall where I had been before if it was available. It was. Moments later, a attractive, heavy-breathing man in his sixties approached the wall.
"Hey," he said, "I need to cum. Want to join me in a booth and help me?"
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