Eating at the Apple, an original story by Mr_Mark
I realized at a fairly young age that I spent a large portion of my time in a state of arousal. This isn't unusual for teenage boys; just about anything can trigger an erection. I know just about anything did for me. Hell, I once got a raging hard-on just holding hands with a girl!
I considered myself straight. I'd steal the old man's porno magazines from time to time. He used to get some pretty hard-core stuff. It didn't bother me or cause me to think I was gay just because I enjoyed looking at the pictures of all those blow-job scenes. After all, it was a woman sucking the guy.
I was 17 getting ready to start my junior year of High School. Over the summer I'd spent some time in Seattle with a cousin and had discovered what peep shows were all about. While my cousin John was at work, I'd bussed down to 1st Ave and checked out the many arcades there. Back then it was a quarter for about 5 minutes worth of grainy 7mm film. Each booth played one movie and it really wasn't hard to get company in a booth.
And I had my offers. But, like I said, I considered myself straight. All of the guys who tried to enter my booth were kindly turned away. Perhaps if they had been younger or better looking it might have been different. As it was, they were almost all older than my father and pretty gross as well.
One day, I took the wrong bus and ended up near the Capital Hill area. I'd passed by there before and had noticed an X-rated movie theatre, The Apple, there before. Since I was in the neighborhood, I decided to give it a shot.
I had no problem getting in. I was big for my age and had some gray hair as well. While I occasionally had trouble buying beer, I certainly could pass myself off for 18. I soon made my way inside and took the first open seat I could find to give my eyes a chance to adjust to the dark.
The action on screen was intense. Ron Jeremy was giving it up the ass to some babe who was eating out another. Not too bad. In no time, I was tenting my jeans. That's when I started to look around. I was in the back row, center seat or so. There were guys to either side of me, but nobody seated right next to me. I could see that many of the guys were seated in pairs with something obviously going on. To my left, a couple of guys who looked to be in their late 40s were just about naked and engaged in some serious tonsil hockey; not to mention that they were jacking each other off like there was no tomorrow. To my right, a nice looking black guy was getting blown by an Asian gent. Both were pretty into it but the black guy noticed me staring and winked at me. That was when I realized that I was rubbing my hard cock through my jeans.
I sat back and returned my attention to the screen. My mind was racing. I'd been watching guys getting each other off and had been turned on by it. Maybe I wasn't as straight as I thought. I decided not to think about it and just enjoy the movie. I unzipped and grabbed my cock underneath my briefs and started stroking. I figured that with everything else happening around me, nobody would pay me any attention.
It was then that somebody sat down next to me. I took my hand out of my pants and looked over at him. Late 20s, good looking guy. No facial hair, medium length brown hair, wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He seemed harmless enough. I caught him checking me out as well. He had to notice the undone pants. He didn't say anything, though. He just sat there. His legs were slightly spread as were mine. Our knees were touching. I figured if he didn't mind, why should I?
I went back to watching the movie and slowly brought my hand back to my crotch. I snuck a glance at my neighbor and saw him doing the same. I couldn't take my eyes off it, though! His shorts were open and I could tell he had nothing on underneath. His cock wasn't very big, 6 or 7 inches and he was rock-hard. I had my cock in my left hand and was beating it pretty good, no longer trying to cover up. I glanced up at my neighbor and saw him watching me watch him!
I felt his leg press against mine, rubbing up and down. I looked at his face and he smiled at me. Before I could lose my nerve, I placed my right hand on his left hand there on the armrest between us. I was very naive. I wasn't sure if I was reading the signals right and didn't want to be rebuffed by this suddenly very sexy man.
His hand gripped mine and our fingers began to twine and stroke. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. At the simple touch of his lips on my hand, my cock jumped. He released my hand and I stroked his smooth face. He brought his lips toward mine and slowly kissed me. I released my cock to put my arms around him as our lips opened. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and greet my tongue lovingly.
We kissed for several minutes, our tongues dueling first in my mouth then in his. I suddenly found his cock in my hand, not even thinking about doing it. I started stroking it, enjoying how another man's cock felt in my hand while we kissed passionately.
I kissed his cheek, his neck, his ear. I took the opportunity to whisper to him that I'd never done anything like this before. He whispered back reassuringly that I was doing just fine.
I felt his hand on the back of my head, gently applying pressure. I let him move me so that his cock was inches from my lips. He whispered that if I didn't have to do this, he would still take care of me either way. I reached out with my tongue and licked his cock- head. I was prepared for the worst but found that the taste wasn't bad at all. Slightly salty but not at all sour or gross. Emboldened, I parted my lips and took my first cock into my mouth.
I held it in my mouth for a second, getting used to the feeling. Surprisingly, it felt good there. I swirled my tongue around it and started bobbing my head, letting it slide through my lips. I just did what I'd always imagined I'd want someone to do for me. It seemed to work; in a short time, I felt it getting harder still and was rewarded with a gush of sperm. After the initial burst, my lover pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot the rest out against the seat back, apologizing profusely for not warning me. I wasn't offended. I had no idea of the protocol behind such things!
Out of reflex, I'd swallowed the cum I'd received. Again, I was surprised at the taste. I found that it wasn't nearly as bad as I'd expected. In no time, we were kissing again, now with his hand on my trembling cock.
I whispered that maybe he should just jack me off since I was sure I'd come pretty quick if he sucked me. He laughed softly and swiftly took my entire 7 inches in his mouth and throat.
I gasped, drawing a few stares from the seats around me. I'd never felt anything so good before! True to my warning, his expert mouth had me shooting load after load down his willing throat.
I was momentarily sated but still horny. (AH, YOUTH!) As we sat there leaning against each other, I whispered to him that my first time was wonderful but that I wished we could have had a little more private and comfortable session. He replied, telling me that he lived not far from the theatre and would love to have me visit him tomorrow. I eagerly committed his address to memory and promised to be at his apartment by 9:00AM tomorrow.
To be continued, if there's a desire...