I was at a conference last weekend in Seattle. After a very successful interview, I needed some release and so I went down to a big porno movie theater downtown after changing into jeans, a sweatshirt and sneakers. It was a beautiful sunny day around two p.m. and so I knew that it might not be too busy (these places are best on overcast days for some reason). Not many cars were parked outside, but I did note one pickup truck (with a gun rack) indicating that I might have some chance for getting a straight guy's rocks off, if I was lucky.
The theater had two parts, a straight part and a gay part. I, of course, went for the straight movies because I'm not interested in servicing gay guys. I went in and sat down in the back of the theater and watched the movie for a while. Up on the big screen, one slutty bimbo was on her knees servicing a bunch of men, who were passing her around from one to another, making her gag on it, real raunchy stuff. It turned me on.
After my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw only one other man, sitting near the front center in a hunting cap and camouflage vest and pants. Bingo, I thought!
I went up and sat next to him, asking him if he'd like me to do for him what the slut was doing for the guys in the picture. Without responding, he got up and moved to another spot off to the side and farther back...
After recovering for a few minutes, I noticed that the bathroom was up at the front at a door to the side of the screen. I decided that maybe if I go in there and wait, he might come visit me in the can. What did I have to lose?
The bathroom was filthy, which somehow made it more exciting. I went into a stall pulled my pants down, sat on the toilet and started jerking myself, but I left the stall door open, so if he came in, he could see I was ready for him.
The stall was covered with graffiti and so I added my own to the scrawl, "Keep sucking dick you sick fuckin' queer bastard!" I wrote it on the wall behind the toilet, so the guy would have to read it if he came into my stall to be pleasured.
I waited in there for about ten minutes, just when I was about to cum and leave, he came into the men's room, looked at me disgustedly and went over to the urinal to piss. I could see his boots appearing under the partition that separated the stall from the urinal. I jerked my dick wildly so he could hear the sound of me beating my meat there next to him.
When he was done pissing, he came over to the stall with just his hard dick sticking out of his zippered camouflaged pants. He came into the stall, closing the door behind him, and just jerked it in front of my face. I asked him if I could suck it, but he didn't say anything, just kept hammering his dick. I told him that I was a good cocksucker and begged him to let me taste it, he said to me, "You want this shit?" and I said, "Yes Sir!"
Then he shot all over my open mouth and beard. He wiped himself off with a piece of toilet paper form the roll, threw it at me face, zipped up and walked out, slamming the stall door behind him. I came moments later. It couldn't have taken more that two minutes from the time he entered the stall, to the time he came all over me.
I went over to the dirty sink to clean myself up, and looked at my face, dripping with his cum (he had a big load). When I left the theater, I passed him and said "Thank you sir." He didn't reply or even look at me.