Sometimes I go to this one place, it 's an adult bookstore/theater. I 'd gone in there various times, and I always thought the place was a dud. Everytime I 'd gone in there I was the just customer. The booths in the backrest had absolutely NO activity whatsoever either. So based on that I hardly ever went there. But one night I had a hanker sex academic term with a black guy at Secrets, and we were both naked and I was sitting on his lap, his peter up my ass & we were kissing and taking it dense - you know, watching a video and just talking quietly and making out - and he asked me if I ever went to the sex theater a couple of blocks over. I told him I had been there but it was always no action. He seemed surprised. `` In the theatre of operations ? '' he asked. I told him I did n't understand that there was a house, and he told me there was - in the vertebral column. He said it was wild back there, that there is a degree right below the cover, and that some guy cable get up and put a appearance right there on the stage. Well, that definitely got my attention.

After he left it got dim, so I decided to give the topographic point another feeling. Sure enough, it was just like my man had said. You go to the desk and leave the guy behind the counter 6 horse & tell him it 's for the dramaturgy. He hits a button that unlocks the door, which you go through and find yourself in the darkened theater of operations.

I went in. It was around 11:00 pm. There were only a couple of honest-to-goodness cat jerking off in solitude as they watched the movie on the screen door. There are about a one C buns. Seemed kinda dull, so I left.

I came back a pair of night later, it was a Sabbatum, around 7 pm. this clock time the place had about 50 guys watching the picture. I sat down and took out my gumshoe. It got laborious fast. I noticed a guy peek his top dog out from the door to the men 's toilet, located down the splosh gangway, behind the movie screen. so I decided to enquire. I entered the toilette and was shocked. There were close to twenty guy - some clothed, others completely naked - in there, some giving blowjob, & one white-hot kid was getting fucked by a mexican farm proletarian over in a darken quoin, next to a sewer bowl. It was like a gay house of ill repute !

I immediately stripped naked and put my wearing apparel in a pliant grocery bag. I greased up my anus, just in case. One naked guy who was getting his stopcock sucked kept looking at me. He was standing against the bulwark completely naked as some guy sucked his peter. He called me over and offered me his hawkshaw. I was on him like a nymphomaniac. I sucked his dick and testis like a sex maniac. He could say I was baseless. `` You wan na go out front ? '' he said. I nodded and followed him out into the theater. `` You up for going up on stage ? '' he asked. I looked up at the row of seats filled with spectator, and a flush ran through me. `` Ok, '' I said.

We walked up the 4 stair that led up onto the stage. A few interview extremity whistled, and some guy yelled out : `` Let 's see a show ! '' The guy I was with stood there and I got on my genu and began suckin his dick and testicle. After a spell he turned and spread his ass for me to eat him out - which I did, for a yearn time. Then we stood up and made out for a while before he got me on my hands and knee joint and fucked me in the ass. Finally he asked me where I wanted it and I told him on my human face. He began jerking off while I flickered my glossa all over his penis until he shouted out and slopped a huge load of cum all over my grimace.

There were a lot of cheers & catcalls from the audience as the guy grabbed my arm and raised me up to display my dripping case to the crowd. `` Let 's have a big script for the piffling sissy ! '' he shouted out to the crowd. There were More cheers as he started walking me down the stairs. I thought we were going back into the toilet, but he steered me toward the aisle. I pulled back and told him no, so he grabbed my arm and twisted it up behind me until I almost fainted with pain. `` Do n't ass with me, bitch, '' he said in my ear. He escorted me up the sum aisle, stopping every few feet to exhibit my dripping font. Some of the bozo in the audience had torch and were shining them on me and I was vaguely mindful of camera flashes as some of them took picture show with their cadre phones. Then he escorted me back down the aisle and into the toilet. As he was getting dressed he told me his name was Butch, and that he was married. He said he went there every few workweek. After he left I hung out in the crapper and ended up sucking 6 or 7 more meyn off and getting ass fucked by 3 of them.

One dark, a few weeks after that leg display at the grownup theater, I went back. It was a William Ashley Sunday, around 7 pm. There were about 30 guys in the place watching the lineament. I sat down for a few minutes and removed my shorts and wrapped a slave bandana on my shaved capitulum, Tupac style Then I walked down to the toilette in just my flip washout and my farsighted army tank top There was a middle get on contraband guy standing around. I removed my t- shirt and got completely defenseless except for my somerset flops. The Joseph Black guy stared at me and began rubbing his groin. `` You wan na blow job, love ? '' I asked him. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. It was firmly.

I knelt on the floor and began to breastfeed his dick. MMM ! it was nice and knockout and about 10 inches. He unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his ankle joint. I reached up and pulled down his boxer shorts. As I sucked him off I ran my hands all over his big solid legs. I looked up at him. `` You wan na fuck me, sweetie ? '' He nodded and I got on my articulatio cubiti and stifle facing the room access and he mounted me, working his dick up into my anus. He began fucking me with long, slow strokes, enjoying the collation of my anus on his dick. A guy came in and began watching him fuck me.

After The smuggled guy shot his load in my ass and left, I turned to one of the men standing next to me. He was an older Mexican, he looked like a field proletarian. He was wearing cowherd boots and a John Deere baseball cap. He had his gumshoe out and was jerking off. I crawled over to him on my ands and knees, completely naked, and just started suckin his prick. I blew him until he pumped a hot load of semen into my throat.

A young Filipino guy in surgical gown came over and fingered my anus with 2 fingerbreadth. He pulled his drawers down and worked his dick up my ass. He did n't stimulate a actual big cock, but like to the highest degree Asiatic men, his dick was extremely punishing. He fucked me and beat on my ass until he came deep in my anus.

Then I spotted dyke, the guy I had done the stage display with. He was naked and had a hard on. He crooked his fingerbreadth at me and I crawled to him. I gave him a super charged blowjob right there adjacent to the urinal. There were about 12 men in the toilet observation. After he nutted all over my queen aspect he said, `` Man, you are really wild ! ``

I laughed. `` Yes I am, '' I said. `` I 'm crazy wild. There ai n't nothin I wont do. ``

He looked down at me. `` Oh really ? I want you to clean up that throne bowlful with your lingua. '' The pot stadium in that stead is one of the cruddy sewer bowlful I have ever seen. It almost never gets flushed. I crawled on my manpower and knees over to the bowl. It was filled with a lot of weewee, and it stunk like hell. My dick was so arduous I almost could n't stand it. The buttocks was up and I began hungrily licking the porcelain rim of the roll. What would make someone like me crawl naked on the hard tile flooring to a filthy foul smelling toilet pipe bowl, and solve it ? To voluntarily give up my right field and dignity as a human being, to crave painfulness and chagrin ? I did it for SEX - pure and simple. My tool was SO fuckin'HARD as I made love to the bowling ball, licking the rim, putting on a show !

The Bible had got out in the dramatics and everyone had come into the throne to watch me lick it clean. I cleaned it all up and then dyke said to put my face into the urine. I got my head down into the bowl and Butch grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my face into the bowl of piss and held my head under for a few seconds before pulling me up. I gasped for intimation, my facial expression soaked with pee.

I laughed ! God it stunk ! Butch said, `` Hold your head over the trough, I got ta take a piss. '' I did like he told me. `` loose your fuckin oral fissure, beef, '' he barked. I opened my sass just in clip to take a full blast of his piss in my oral fissure. I had to keep gulping to get it all down. It seemed like he pissed forever ! There was so much piss ! And I gulped it all down. Butch shook his peter off in my aspect. He stepped aside and another guy took his post. One after another, 15 guy rope took a piss on me. I was covered with pee from head to fundament. My bandana was soaked.

When it was over I did my best to dry myself off with paper towels before getting dressed and slinking out of the theater. By the time I got home the piddle had dried on my body, but my head and bandanna were still soaked. I really stank bad. I took everything off and threw it in the washer. Then I went in the bathroom and stood before the mirror and inhaling the stink of piss and recalling the events of the can and I masturbated until I came all over the floor. Then I took a cascade and went to bed, to ambition of my humiliation .