Sliding Down the Kinsey Scale

Near Home—June, 2019

So, the Kinsey Scale...that graph which showed people do not fit into exclusive heterosexual or homosexual categories.  On the graph 0 is exclusive heterosexual while a 6 is exclusive homosexual.  I have never known where to place myself.  I mostly sleep with men—but what about all those transmen I have fucked and filmed?  And the occasional woman here and there, though always with her husband or boyfriend?

Well, the next trip to the bookstore, I slid a little farther down the slope of that scale again…

It is exactly a week after that I had the six men back to back (written up in the last post.)  I know that lightening was not likely to strike a second time—and besides, I am more in the mood to fuck.  I park.  The lot is packed.  But the men are still in their vehicles.  They are waiting for a hetro couple to arrive.  I don’t know how they communicate with each other now that Craig’s List is dead, but they do.  Somehow straight/bi couples announce their intention of going to the ABS.

All eyes in the parked cars and pick-ups watch me go in.  Even without all those guys, there are a fair amount of men in the straight cinema.  But they seem to be saving themselves in the hopes that the woman/the couple will choose them. 

I head over to the gay side.  Four guys are sitting and stroking.  I join them.  Instantly the man to my right asks for a taste.  I nod.  He slides out of the chair and onto his knees.  He licks my balls and my entire shaft.  So far, so good.  He swallows me down.  At first it feels great, but then his party trick seems to be grabbing my thick flared cock head with his teeth on the upstroke.

Ouch.  On every stroke.

So I tell him to mind the teeth, but he still does it.  On. Every. Stroke.

I ask him to stop.  He grumpily gets off his knees, zips up and stomps out of the room.

A new face—Latino and cute in a cubby way—comes over.  He wants to cuddle and fondle my cock.  After a few minutes of only that—and with no inkling that anything else will happen— I excuse myself.

I go over to the other cinema. 

{The straight-ish sex starts here.  Jump to the ***** if you need to….}

It’s packed.  A good looking man in his early 40’s has brought in his younger wife/girlfriend/hooker.  They sit on the couch.  Unlike so many of the aging women who are brought here to revive the sex with their older and out of shape partners, this one is cute.  Short, dark hair, a knowing smile—and she is topless.  Her breasts aren’t large but a great mouthful—and one is in her partner’s mouth.  Her short skirt is pulled up around her waist and he has two fingers working underneath her panties. 

Soon she is on her knees sucking him.  There are easily 15 men in the room.  All stroking.  All eyes glued to her.  Myself included.

She comes up for air and kisses her partner.  I recognize him.  I use to call him the Jerker on here, for that’s what he did the most.  (His most memorable entry, also straight, is here.)  I haven’t seen him in several years.

He spots me.  He points.  The woman crawls to me on the floor, half the length of the theatre.  “May I suck your cock?” she asks, huskily.

I nod.  Fifteen hands work the cock in their fist faster.

She’s not bad.  Certainly better than what I endured earlier.  She cups my hairy balls and sucks.

“Bring him here.”

She stands and tugs me up and out of my chair.  I sit next to the Jerker (now living up to his name) on the couch.  She sucks me again—so he can really see what’s happening.  Soon he removes her panties.  Her skirt stays rolled around her waist, but otherwise, she is totally naked now.

I suggest she suck both of us.  She goes back and forth between his 7 inches and my larger cock with relish.

“Both at the same time,” I tell her. 

She can’t do it, but loves trying.  He loves his cock mashed up against my wet cock head.  And our audience loves watching her ass wiggle as she works on the two of us.

“Brush your clit with his cockhead,” he whispers.  She climbs up on the couch to straddle me.  She lowers herself just enough to do what he asks, but not take me any farther in.  The guy closest to us, gets down on his knees to look at my cock pleasuring her clit.  Soon he spurts on the floor.

“You want him to fuck you?”

She nods, getting off me and the couch.

“You have a rubber?” the Jerker asks.

I shake my head—truthfully.

“I want a drink,” she says.  She pulls on the blouse lying on the floor, rolls down her skirt and steps into her shoes.  She leaves.

“She has a bottle in the car,” he tells me.  And proceeds to suck my dick.  He gets me wet with saliva and cleaned of my juices and likely some of hers.

I return the favor.  I am still sucking his cock when she returns.  “Oh, I like that.  Let me watch.”  She squats on the floor at the feet of her man and watches me suck him.  I pull her in to lick his balls.  She groans as I do it.

The Jerker can’t take all the attention.   We stop.  She’s brought a Magnum back with her.  I roll it on me as she strips back down.  She rides my cock.  I don’t feel much with the thick latex…but I love the envious looks of all the guys in the room.  Several spurt on the floor as we do it.

Including the Jerker.  But he sprays his seed on her tits.  I lick it off to the delight of every man in the room.

*****

{Back to the boys.}

They are gone.  I’ve cleaned up.  And want to get off. 

I get a little head in the other room.  Nothing that will do the job.

A cute young man comes in.  He is a regular.  He always takes me to one of the preview booths to suck me.  I have eaten his hole before—but not fucked him as he is a condom guy.  He shoots me an enquiring look.  I nod, do myself up and follow him to the last of three booths that are outside the door to the straight cinema.  We aren’t supposed to be here, but we slip in.  He’s naked in moments.  Hairy, dark, slim and 20-something. 

He gets on his knees and sucks my cock. 

“I saw you earlier.  I’m glad you didn’t cum.”

The boy gives really good head—but I don’t think I’ll cum this way.

He looks up at me.  “Daddy—eat my hole like you did last time.”

He stands and kneels on the bench.  I go to the floor.  His ass is a lovely bubble butt and inches from my face.  I am surprised.  He’s been fucked tonight.  I can tell from the taste of the lube and the smell of latex.  It makes me eat him out harder.  He is jerking his average sized dick in time to the probing of my tongue.

Suddenly he shoots.  His ass clamps down on my tongue.  Which makes me shoot.  All over the floor.

But he cleans me up with his tongue.  He catches a big drizzle and makes a show of swallowing it.

He loves the taste of my jizz.  And tells me so.

I clean him up, too, taking his shrinking cock into my mouth.  I savor the remnants of his big load while I watch rest of it drip off the leatherette seat…