Beach Boys by S, #232, phera Gir, #243, n Read Free Book Online Page B

doing it in front of other men was something totally different. I was only partially surprised to find my already throbbing cock was trying to get even harder in my jeans at the thought. Going with the same inner voice which always seems to get me in trouble, I said, “Okay, I’ll take a ticket for the theatres. Are there many people in them?”
    “Dunno. People come and go pretty regularly. There will probably be a few. Ten, please.”
    I passed the bill I had fished out earlier and took the little piece of cash register tape which served as my theatre ticket. The stairs were right beside the counter so before I knew it, my aching cock had lead me up to the second floor and to the closed doors of the two theatres, gay on the left, straight on the right. The choice stopped me in my tracks.
    I identify myself as bisexual to anyone who will listen, but the straight side of bi, always wanting a nice wet pussy on my face, if given the choice, than a nice hard dick in my mouth. But I did get cravings for cock. Oh yes, there were cravings. I loved having a dick in my ass and roughly being pumped into. I always came really fast when having someone or something insideme, which almost made it not worthwhile to put out all the effort. I loved fucking ass too, but not as much as being fucked myself.
    Which do I want?
I thought to myself. Being my first time and really looking forward to seeing some tits, I decided on the straight theatre.
At least there
, I thought,
I can sit and jerk off with all the other pervs in peace.
    Opening the door caused a flurry of activity by the men already in the room, adding noise to the soundtrack of a moaning porn starlet and the low whine of the overworked air conditioner in the back corner.
    It only took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim light of the big-screen TV at the front of the room. The TV was the only source of light in the theatre, apart from a little nightlight at the very back of the room. In the shadows, the theatre looked about the size of two average-sized living rooms, elegantly appointed with about fifty green plastic lawn chairs and not much else. I also noticed the five other men in the room, sitting perfectly still, waiting for me to make the first move, to either join in or arrest them all for lewd conduct. I chose to sit beside two guys already sitting, but a couple of seats away, not wanting to seem like a total lech, which I totally was.
    Once I had settled myself, I started watching the video and slowly and quietly unzipped my fly and pulled out my hard cock. My actions did not go unnoticed because the others in the room relaxed and went back to what they were doing before I so rudely opened the door. The guy sitting closest to me lifted his shirt to reveal his very long and very solid dick, still glistening with spit from the guy sitting next to him. Taking the hint, his buddy with the short blond crew cut leaned over and took the swollen member between his lips and from what I could tell, halfway down his throat as well.
    I stared open-mouthed and wide-eyed at the scene being played out on the plastic chairs beside me. I didn’t expect when I opened the door that I would be watching a live sex show, especially this close. The guy getting his cock sucked played with his lover’s hair absentmindedly as shocks of pleasure took his body. He opened his eyes after one particularly powerful suck and looked over at me stroking my rod and stared into my eyes for a brief second before he closed his again and went back into his little fantasy world while the blond stud continued to take long strokes off the cock in his mouth.
    A faint touch brushed my shoulder, trying to gently push me back into my seat. I looked behind me and saw a tall older man sitting on the edge of his seat, peering into our row, shifting his focus between the cock in my hand and the cock in blondie’s mouth. He had his dick in his hand and was stroking in time to the action we were both