Fred, who commented on my “I’ll Do Anything…” blog, mentioned going to his local steam baths back in the day and checking out the action there and while we didn’t have steam baths here where I live, we had plenty of adult book stores and X-rated movies houses where action could be found… even if you weren’t looking for any.
HIV/AIDS hadn’t made the scene yet and I had heard, like a lot of men had, that if you went to certain book stores and the ones that had the rooms where you fed the thing quarters and could look at X-rated film clips or even a live woman getting all nasty with herself… and curious me just had to check it out once I was legally able to go into such places, that is. I remember the first time I was in one of those book store booths and dropping in quarters to see what was some pretty lousy porn clips – and the next thing I knew, there’s a hard dick sticking out of a hole I didn’t see when I went in there and, stupidly, I had no idea why it was poking through a hole in the wall… at first, anyway.
I heard a voice, muffled by the wall say, “If you want to suck it, go for it!” and I thought, why not? I grabbed the cock and pumped it a couple of times, looking for that tell-tale ooze that would indicate the clap was present and since what came out of it was crystal clear, I started sucking on it. In my head, something was telling me that this was nuts and I was obviously crazy to be happily sucking on a dick and I couldn’t see its owner but, um, well, I wasn’t paying attention to any of that because I was finding out that the rumors I had been hearing were true.
The mystery guy shot his load – his timing was either good or bad depending how you look at it because I had just taken him out of my mouth to wet my lips and got a face full of spunk. Okay, no problem since there were boxes of tissues in the booth. Then I heard the disembodied voice say, “Stick your dick in the hole!” Okay, that got me thinking; I could do that and there’s no fucking telling what would happen – for all I knew, he could have had a knife and was ready to cut my dick off! But, damn, that curiosity of mine got the better of me and I stuck in my cock through the whole… and, holy shit, whoever was on the other side just went to fucking town on my dick!
By the time I was 21, shit, I had had my dick sucked so many times and by so many people it wasn’t funny… but this was nothing like I’d ever experienced before; it was all I could do not to explode in that first couple of minutes and I think the only thing that saved me the embarrassment of cumming too quickly was the crazy thought that the guy on the other side of the wall was sucking me like he was trying to suck my whole body through that small-assed hole! But cum I did and the guy on the other side didn’t miss a drop. I pulled out of the hole and heard a muffled, “Thanks – I love black cock!”
I was flustered and so much that I thought about the half-roll of quarters I had and whether or not I was gonna go back to feeding the machine when, on my left, another cock poked through yet another hole I didn’t know was there and I thought, “Oh, shit…” and decided that it was time for me to get the hell out of there even though a part of me didn’t like having to leave that erection unattended.
Jump ahead about, oh, three weeks. I took a trip down to the only X-rated theater left in town, kinda giddy that I was finally old enough to go in and check out things. The moment I walked into the darkness of the theater, whew, the scent of sex slammed into me and a lot of what I was smelling wasn’t what I’d call pleasant – but I was determined to see the advertised flick that was on the marquee and my nose quickly got around to editing out the smell before I even made it to a seat. I sit down and scope out the few people who were there and a moment later, the movie started. I was so intent on watching the movie that I never noticed the guy who took the seat to my right and then when I did notice him, I wasn’t really paying attention to him; the action on the screen, combined with the action going on in the front rows had my attention big time…
Right up until I heard him say, “Can I suck your dick?” I didn’t know this guy from a can of paint, as the saying goes. He was older than me – I guessed in his 30s – and he wasn’t all bummy looking, not like some of the people I’d seen entering the theater and because I wasn’t getting a bad vibe from him – but despite my brain telling me to say no to him – I said, “Sure, if you want to…” He wanted to and I experienced that really weird thrill of being blown while watching porn… well, watching it up to the point when he was sucking my dick so good I couldn’t pay attention to the screen. Not only was this stranger sucking my cock but he was jerking himself off at the same time.
This dude was eating my cock and balls like he was starving for dick or as if his very life depended on it. I was doing all I could to stay as quiet as possible so as to not attract any unwanted attention but this guy made it difficult for me to do that. I kinda remember opening my eyes and, shit, there was someone sitting in front of me and, double shit, his attention wasn’t on the action on the screen! I didn’t feel threatened – just surprised. The watcher didn’t try to come over the seat or anything but he was seriously egging the guy sucking me to really get into it. Now, I was used to having sex with other people watching… but this was somehow different. It was a little scary – we all heard about the predators that practically lived in the X-rated theaters and how they like to rape people so we should never think about going inside one.
It was some heady shit, my friends – and I mean that literally and figuratively. The first guy’s sucking the shit out of me and choking his chicken; he busted his nut (it was a rather spectacular release) but that didn’t stop him from sucking me; the observer was cheering him on and all that crazy shit and, well, I lost it; my release was so strong that I thought I was gonna pass out. The guy sucking me didn’t let go of my dick until it was totally soft; he looked at me, smiled like he just stole something and said, “Thank you!” – then he turned to face the guy who had been watching and asked, “You want to be next?”
The guy in the next row actually climbed over the row and sat on the back of the seat in front of the guy who just expertly blew my brains out and, surprise, surprise, he had his dick out already – imagine that, huh? I was spent and drained and a captive audience and, besides, watching this guy suck dick was much more interesting that watching whatever the fuck was happening on the screen. Frankly, I was impressed and even somewhat taken aback by the sheer boldness of what was taking place next to me and I wondered if either of them were worried that the people who ran the place might come in, see what they were doing, and raise all kinds of hell or, gasp, even call the police! Little did I know that the owners did know what was going on and unless there was some trouble, they turned a blind eye to it all – another lesson learned.
The guy next to me finally finished the dude sitting on the seat back; pleasantries were exchanged between them and the guy turned to me and asked, “You ready to go again?” I most certainly was not and I told him nicely that, no, thanks, but I gotta go. I got outside and thought that I got much more than what the price of that ticket cost me. It kinda unnerved me as I made my way home; why is it that we think about what could have gone wrong after we’ve already done it? On the one hand, I fulfilled my “quest” to go see an X-rated film in the theater; I got the added bonus of getting my dick sucked and even got to watch other guy get serviced; on the other hand, my mind filled up with all the shit that could have gone wrong, like either of those men ganging up on me and trying to force me to do something with them. They would have gotten fucked up had they tried but that wasn’t the point, was it? Despite my ability to defend myself, they could have overpowered me and, shit, raped my mouth and ass! What the fuck was I thinking about? Why didn’t I leave the moment the guy asked if he could suck me?
Ah, fuck, maybe you know how it is, Fred (and anyone else reading this). All after the fact, I know I should have left… which didn’t change the fact that I didn’t leave. What both of these experiences did was convince me not to hang out in book stores or X-rated theaters and more so since the cops started to raid these places on a regular basis.