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Eastern Illinois—December, 2019

Around the top of the month, I had some exciting news.  Alejandro, the piss pig from the east coast, had solidified his plans and would be coming to Chicago for a wet session at the top of next week.  I was excited.  And just thinking about it made me need to blow off some steam.  I had the day off, so I decided to try the new bookstore again.

I left mid morning.  It was a bright, sunny winter day.  I stopped in a rest area, just before my exit, for the lunch I’d packed.  With the change to central time, it now just noon.  My cock shifted in my jock as I drank the last of my hot tea.  I wanted to see what kind of lunch time crowd might be there. 

I arrived ten minutes later.  I paid my admission and went through the thick metal door to the two theatres.  I found the bathroom in the pitch black hall and pissed.  There were four or five men seated in the straight theatre and one standing behind the low wall.  The gay side was empty. 

I went out to sit with the other men.  Not one had his cock out, but there was lots of groping of slightly tented trousers.  I sat in a lone chair, set my water bottle down and unbuttoned.  My cock sprang free.  I spit in my hand and began to shamelessly stroke in front of the others…

The porn is good.  We watch a big dicked man use a very small Latina in every hole she has available.  I am very aware of different sets of eyes glancing in my direction and then back at the screen.  One man pulls his coat from behind his chair and puts it in his lap.  His hand remains under the garment.

Another man leaves by the outer door.  A third, a good looking and well dressed older man, goes to the restroom.  He doesn’t come back—but there has been no sound of the outer door.  He has to be on the gay side.  I wait another moment—and go into the other room.

I can’t see him at first—he’s not sitting down.  He is standing in the darkest corner behind the low wall.  I lean on the wall and watch the movie.  God help me, it’s a movie where the guys have to act.  I ignore it and glance over at the man.  I can now just see his hand is in front of his crotch.

I wait a moment for him to make some sort of sign. 

Nothing. 

I pull my cock back out and show it to him.  I really want this distinguished grey haired man to bend over and suck me.  I move closer to him.

“Suck my dick…” he whispers.

I go to my knees and take his Viagraed cock into my throat.  He has a nice mouthful.  His soft fingers find my ears and hold on.  It doesn’t take much to get his load down my throat.  I clean his dick and he pats my head.  He moves away before we are discovered by anyone.

And that seems to be the key here with anyone over 40—don’t let your neighbors see you doing anything gay.

I sit on the gay side for a bit, but the movie is short on sex and long on set up.  I go back and sit in my first chair.  Slowly the rest of the room empties—but for the man behind the low wall.  Could he be stroking?  I move to the other secluded area in this theatre—another low wall on the side of the room.  I look right at him.  I can see the struggle in his face.  He wants to play—but should he?  Who is this guy?  I move slightly and bump into a chair I couldn’t see.  I sit down.  I’m lost to his view—but will he see it as an invitation? 

I wait.  I’m turned so I can see the movie—just—over the wall.  Suddenly, with his hand covering his crotch, the man appears.  He is in decent shape for his 50’s, balding, and a little doughy around the waist.  But he kneels between my splayed legs and sucks my cock.  I let him.  He’s a little toothy around my flared head, but he’s doing okay.  He strokes himself as he does it.

His knees tire.  I stand and help him up. 

I take a turn on his dick.  It’s still soft.  His balls are huge—so I lick them, too.  “Don’t!  I will cum in your mouth!” he hisses—though the theatre is empty.  He begins to pant.  I take his soft dick back in my mouth and he shoots—never remotely getting hard.

Time passes.  I am still off to the side, leaning on the wall.  Men have come and gone with no interest.  I sit down to find my water bottle as I want to move.  Suddenly a big man is by my chair.  He must have come in when someone was going out for I hadn’t heard the door.  He has the biggest, hardest cock I’ve seen today.  It’s sticking out of his fly and he is moving towards me.  He grabs my shoulders and pulls me onto his dick.

Just in time, too.  It explodes.  Had he been jerking in the other room and didn’t want to waste his load?  He thanks me, slurring his words, and leaves—tucking his wet cock back into his suit pants as he stumbles for the exit.

I go to the gay side.  The movie is new.  And better.  I stay behind the wall.  Two men come in the main door.  They both come in here—not the usual routine.  One is a big hairy bear in his late 30’s.  The other man is around the same age, short, wiry and has the longest, bushiest beard I’ve seen in ages.  The Bear comes right to me, glances at Bushy Beard and goes to his knees to suck me.

This guy is good.  And likely gay.  Bushy Beard watches us and feels himself up—but doesn’t unzip.  I grab the Bear’s head and fuck his face.  I hear him unzip and jerk as he sucks my dick.

“Lick my balls,” I whisper.

He does, reveling in their smell. 

Bushy Beard moves to us.  He taps the Bear on the shoulder who stands up.  I go to my knees and suck the Bear’s thick cock.  Bushy Beard unzips.  The Bear’s pants fall to his knees, pushed by BB.  I can hear BB lube up a finger.  He intends to fuck the Bear.  He jabs it into the man’s ass.  The Bear groans and gives me his load.  Do none of these men have any control?

I clean him up before the Bear heads to the bathroom.  I stand up.

“Let me fuck you,” Bushy Beard hisses, grabbing at my ass.

I shake my head.  “I’ll suck you, though.”

He’s disappointed, but takes his hand away from his cock.  He’s a good size and uncut.  The foreskin has not pulled back.  I go down to my knees.  I work the hood off his cock with my tongue.  The skin is thicker/tougher than any foreskin I’ve ever touched.  “That’s right,” he croons above me.  “Suck that dick, boy.”

I use lots of saliva and lots of suction.  He surprises me, too.  He’s pretty damn easy to get off.  Not as fast as the other men, but still in a hurry.  His load is big and salty.  He surprises me by pulling me to my feet, grabbing my dick in the slippery lubed hand and kissing me full on the mouth.  I give him some of his load, thinking he might jerk me as we kiss. 

Nope.  He turns and goes to wash up.

I sit and stroke to the new gay porn.  I am alone.  No one on either side.  A scrawny, shaved head guy, a little older than me, comes in and instantly crawls between my legs and sucks my dick.  He’s good.  I just get the feeling he’s gotten everyone off in the arcade—and is now going for the men in the theatre.

“Come back here.”  He stands and pulls me up, leading me back behind the wall.  He leans on it, arching his back towards me.  I kneel and tongue his ass.  He hasn’t had anyone back here today.  His pucker is tight—until my tongue gets at it.  I break it off and stand.  I am more than ready to fuck.  No mention of condoms.  I slide into his hole.  He groans and bucks back.  There is no wait period for him to get used to me—he wants me to fuck—Now!

I give it to him.  Over and over.  His ass bounces with each stroke.  “Fuck me!  Fuck!  Fuck!” he chants under his breath.  I pull out to taste his hole again.  I shouldn’t have stopped.  Dirty.  And too much to ignore.  I go to wash up.  He is gone by the time I come out of the bathroom.

I move to the straight side. 

I wait.

Not too long. 

A man comes in.  He’s tall, late 50’s, rather too dressed up for being here.  He leans on the back wall.

“She sure can take it.”

This begins a verbal critique of the video.  He covers how well made it is, how well she takes dick, how she had better do anal, how he could write better dialogue and how the camera must add inches to the guys on the screen.

To some things I respond as we are the only two men here.  Some I ignore.  And some observations get a noncommittal grunt.  But it’s endless—I take a break to the gay side to get away.

Nope—he follows me.  The video with the bad dialogue is back on.  This sets him off.  We lean on the low wall as he blathers on.

I have had enough.  I’m ready to go.  But on the off chance…“Did you want your cock sucked?”

It sounds loud in the empty theatre and it shuts him up. 

He doesn’t know how to respond.  “I…”

I kneel.  “You’re hard.  I can tell.”  And he is.

He unzips.

It’s the biggest dick of the afternoon.  And he says nothing the entire time I suck his dick.  Nothing, that is, until he explodes deep in my throat...