This story is based on real events and happened to me.
Sex shop cinema
I was lying at home doing nothing. The dishes needed to be washed, and dust bunnies danced across the floor. I browsed the internet from my armchair while drinking coffee. My stomach growled, but I didn't feel like cooking. However, something had to be done because I don't like chaos.
I pulled myself together. I filled the dishwasher and turned on the robot vacuum cleaner. I peeked into the fridge, but there wasn't much food. I was still hungry, though, so I decided to go downtown. There was a new burger place that I hadn't tried yet, so I had the perfect excuse.
It's silly to drive into the city center, so I hopped on the tram and enjoyed the ride. Half of the passengers, including me, got off at the train station. From there, I crossed Main Street and headed for Hill Street. The burger joint was a few hundred meters away from the church, so I headed in that direction.
Along the way, I came across a sex shop called You n Sex. I stopped to look at the display window, which had all kinds of items and clothing on display. It was neat and family-friendly though, so it didn't cause any offense. The door was open, and there was a small note in the window saying that there was a cinema on the premises.
The poster said that you could watch movies from many different genres downstairs, either in private booths or in a theater. I felt that familiar tingle you get when something erotic and interesting pops up unexpectedly, so I went inside to check it out.
In the middle of the small store was a cash register where a salesman was working. I began to feel embarrassed and didn't know how to start a conversation. However, I thought the salesman was probably accustomed to people going downstairs, perhaps dozens every day.
I asked the salesman how much the cinema cost, even though I had already seen the price in the advertisement outside the door. I had to start somewhere. I nodded when the salesman told me the price and described the cinema's features. He also said that about ten other customers were downstairs at the moment.
I paid the twenty bucks without complaint because I was really curious and felt a pleasant sensation in my stomach. As I came down the stairs, I saw a row of booths, some with open doors and some with tightly closed ones. I started walking around to explore the place. I peeked into the empty booths and noticed that all the TV screens were showing the same theme.
I didn't come across a single heterosexual porn film, which didn't surprise me. I walked to the end of the corridor. There was a dimly lit room with a few rows of benches. Of course, the screen was showing gay porn, and my stomach churned again. I wondered if men jerked off here in public because the room was empty at that moment.
I pushed my way to the middle of the third row. There, I watched three well-built men in their thirties put meat into the hole. I had watched gay porn before, but it hadn't aroused me much. This time, however, it hit me like a thousand volts straight to my groin. I got a huge erection and found myself gasping for breath for no apparent reason.
The situation in my pants was getting uncomfortable. I glanced around. I was still the only viewer in the theater, so I decided to ease the situation. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down a little. The pressure began to ease, and I didn't notice how my hand had started squeezing my rock-hard cock.
I glanced around again, but no one was there. I unzipped a few more notches, pulling my cock out of my pants. I moved my hand along the entire length of my shaft, pulling back the foreskin. The movie cast a dim light, and my cock glistened with precum. I was completely absorbed in the movie. A handsome guy was on his hands and knees on the bed while another guy fucked him from behind. He sucked off a third guy in front of him. They were naked, and they clearly weren't faking their pleasure.
I was so focused on jacking off and watching the movie that I didn't notice someone had sat down just one seat away from me. Soon, however, I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye and saw that the guy sitting next to me was doing exactly the same thing. I looked at his cock and saw how the foreskin alternately hid and revealed the swollen, dark-red glans, wet with lust, just like mine.
I looked up. The man sitting next to me was openly watching me stroke myself, and he was undoubtedly making the same observations I was. He was slightly potbellied but not fat. I estimated that he was about my height and had a similar body type. He had a couple of days' stubble, which was slightly gray, and a shaved head. We could have been brothers—we were like two peas in a pod.
The man looked up, and our eyes met. He had strikingly bright gray eyes, a pleasant, well-proportioned face, and a charming smile. He lowered his gaze to my crotch, then back to my eyes. He moved to sit right next to me. I smelled his faintly perceptible aftershave. I jerked off with my left hand, leaving my right hand completely free. Without asking permission, he took my wrist and pressed my hand between his legs.
I felt something wet and sticky on my palm when he positioned my fingers around the shaft of his penis. It was thick but not unusually long. For some reason, I thought about how many asses that meat stick had swum in. The man mimicked my slow movements while lowering his pants. He pulled the waistband of his underwear down, exposing himself in the dimly lit room.
I noticed a third man had joined the line at the end. I couldn't see him very well, but I could make out his silhouette and tell that he was also masturbating. The situation was extremely erotic. My original plan was to have a hamburger in my mouth, but instead, the man next to me bent down and took my cock into his.
It was clear within five seconds that he was a skilled sucker. He smacked his lips as he sucked my cock, licking up the precum dripping from it. No woman could ever learn to suck a man like he did. He pressed his lips tightly together and swallowed my entire 5-inch cock into his mouth, beginning to move his head up and down. The pleasure was indescribable.
Barely half a minute later, I had to press my hand against her forehead to stop myself from cumming. The situation was so full of lust that I was about to burst. On the screen, the boys continued their activities. The guy at the end of the row jerked off furiously while watching us. I let the man suck me again, but I could only last a moment. I didn't want to come too quickly.
He stood up and looked me in the eyes. His chin was wet with saliva and my secretions. Then he asked,
"Want to go to the booth?"
I knew what he meant. If the blowjobs worked in the hall, then in the booth, we could do something even hotter.
"I've got lube and condoms," he continued.
I nodded, unable to speak. We got up and headed to the end of the row. The guy sitting with his dick out turned out to be a young, slim man. He looked at us with obvious envy; he had surely come there to get some action.
The man stood by the open stall and motioned for me to step inside. Hardcore porn played on the TV screen. At least six men were enjoying themselves. I was crazy with lust and ready for anything. My pants were halfway down when he pulled them to my ankles. He knelt in front of me, and once again, my cock was in his skilled mouth. After a moment, he spat it out.
"Do you want it in the ass?" I expected the question to be blunt, but not quite so much. I kicked off my shoes, pulled down my jeans, and took off my boxers. I got on the chair on my knees and leaned back against the backrest. The man lowered his jeans to his ankles, revealing his erect penis in the dim light of the booth. He took a small tube of lubricant out of his pocket, handed me an unopened condom, and squeezed some shiny gel onto his index and middle fingers and my asshole.
He squeezed a little shiny gel from the tube onto his index and middle fingers and onto my asshole. It didn't feel cold because it had warmed up in his pocket. He rotated his fingers around my hole and slowly pushed them inside. After squeezing my ass as tightly as he could, he did the same with two fingers. I appreciated that he didn't thrust his cock inside me right away.
After fucking my ass with his fingers for a while, he pulled them out.
"Give me a condom," he said.
"Do we need it?" I asked half jokingly. The thought of a bare cock deep inside me made me even harder, almost painfully so.
"Not necessarily," the man replied. "But if you're okay with it."
I tossed the condom in the trash to signal to my friend that he could go ahead. He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his hand and carefully lubricated his dick. Then, he put some more on my hole and pressed his cock against it. I pushed my ass back a little, and the head of his member began to sink into my asshole. His cock slid nicely into my tight hole.
I felt no pain. My ass had already been loosened up with fingers, and, in that state of arousal, I probably wouldn't have felt a knife in my side. The stiff rod pushed deeper and deeper inside me. The tip passed my prostate, spreading a powerful feeling of pleasure throughout my body. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement in the glory hole.
The young man who had been watching us in the hallway was probably following us. Or maybe it was someone else. It remained a mystery, but someone was watching as my new friend began to steadily and pleasurably pump my ass. His cock slid effortlessly inside me, rubbing against my prostate and sending waves of delight throughout my body.
A long, thin cock protruded from the glory hole. It was in full party mode, with the foreskin pulled back. I heard the man behind me chuckle when he saw it. I grabbed the cock and squeezed it. With a cock in my ass, the feeling was amazing. I started jerking off the unknown man's dick.
My new friend picked up speed, thrusting and fucking me with great fervor. The chair beneath me began to creak and groan, despite having surely seen thousands of orgasms in its time. I felt hands pressing down on my shoulders and squeezing tightly. I jerked off the cock sticking out of the hole. In no time, I felt it throbbing. Then, it started shooting its load. I continued jerking off, and cum splattered here and there from the thin, long organ. Some of it hit my face and wrists.
The man behind me grabbed my cock and started jerking me off vigorously. His rhythm was fast and powerful; the chair rocked forward with each thrust. The cock sticking out of the stall hole was gone. Someone had gotten what they wanted.
I don't know if the man jerked me off for ten seconds or a minute. I was so horny that I could only think about cock slamming into my ass and my approaching climax. I had a massive orgasm, shooting my load onto the back of the video booth's armchair again and again. Immediately after, I felt my friend cum inside me.
His cock throbbed in my ass as he pushed himself deeper, though it wasn't possible. He made short movements, panting heavily and pounding everything deep into my intestines. If there had been someone outside the booth, they certainly would have known what was happening. The two men panted and moaned in low voices at the peak of pleasure.
Finally, my friend leaned against my back. I could hear his deep, ragged breaths and feel his hot breath on my neck. We stayed like that for a moment.
"Fuck, that felt good," the man whispered, his cock loosening in my ass.
"Indeed," I managed to mutter. I couldn't come up with anything else to say.
We put on our pants without saying a word; both of us felt a little dizzy. He took a business card out of his wallet, telling me that I could call him anytime if I wanted a repeat of what had just happened. He added that it could go both ways, and then he left.
I walked down Hill Street toward the church, feeling the cum drip down my inner thighs. My ass was sore from the rough treatment, and I was hungry again. Finally, I sat down with a hamburger in my hand and looked at the business card, my ass wet with another man's semen.