Married And Lonely...a true story
I had been married a couple years. She was my high school girl friend and was a virgin on our wedding night and unfortunately, she liked sex but very infrequently. I was always horny and after trying everything to get her to want sex more often, I finally succumbed to masturbation. I actually felt guilt and humiliated after the first time I pleasured myself but after swearing to never do it again, I found myself trying not to but giving in to the urge daily.
I was 25, married 3 years, and desperately horny. I began looking at porn and would hide magazines in my house. Whenever I knew I would be alone, I would take out the porn magazines and spend as much time as I could masturbating to them. It felt both exciting and taboo but amazingly good. I longed for days or nights when I could lay in bed nude and fondle myself.
One day I discovered an adult movie theater in town. It took me a long time, probably months before I dared go there. I parked my car about a block away and as I walked to the theater, it felt as though every person I saw or came close to knew I was doing something depraved and wrong. when I stepped inside the blacked out door, I noticed a man sitting in a booth and the sign $3. I paid him without words and he didn't even look up. I walked to what looked like the entrance and once there, I noticed two arrows, one pointing to one theater and one pointing to another, one labeled 'straight' and the other, 'gay'. Naturally, I went to the straight one and went inside. The smell was strong, musty, and distinct. It was so dark, with just minimal light coming from the screen, that I had to wait a few moments for my eyes to adjust. Once they did, I noticed only about 4 or 5 guys there, spread out. I took a seat alone in an aisle and watched the naked frolicking on the screen. I loved it from the start, the moaning, the close ups, the cum shots, and I touched myself over my pants.
One scene really excited me. The woman was kneeling nude and giving a man head. She stroked him to orgasm into her open mouth. I couldn't hold back any longer and I filled my still zippered and buckled pants with my own cum.
Thankfully the streets were dark and not very busy as I left with the front of my khaki pants cum soaked.
I didn't go back for quite some time but I masturbated a lot to that scene. Sex with my wife became even less frequent which didn't seem to bother her.
Finally, one night when my wife was away, I decided to go back. Again, it felt awkward and I felt shame going in there but the sexual urges were too strong to fight.
I stepped inside and paid my $3 to the man behind the glass. I walked to the doors but this time I noticed a trash can in front of the 'straight' theater. I looked back to the man and he was grinning. He said that only the 'gay' side was open that night. I didn't know what to do. I had absolutely no desire towards men. But not wanting to appear panicky or weird, I decided to go to the gay one.
The first thing I noticed on going into the gay theater was that there was a long hallway before you got to the actual theater part. I could hear the movie playing and see flickering from the screen but I couldn't tell if anyone was in the theater until I actually got to the end of the hallway and stepped into the theater itself.
When I got there, I saw only two men sitting in the seats about half way between the back and the screen and then there were another two men standing in the back leaning against the wall. They both looked at me as soon as I walked in and not knowing what to do, I leaned back against the wall too. I was contemplating leaving but then they looked back to the screen and I decided to watch some of the movie.
I watched for the first time, two men 69ing and then another man sodomized his partner. Before long, the two men who had been sitting in the seats left and then one of the men leaning against the back wall started heading to the door which would bring him right past me. As he walked by, he stared intently into my eyes. He was older and had a beard, and a little on the heavy side. The only ones left in the theater were myself and a younger guy still leaning against the back wall.
I was really horny and needed to leave so I could masturbate. I was about to go when I saw the other guy slowly inching down the wall closer to me. I froze. What was I suppose to do? As he kept getting closer, I couldn't bring myself to leave. I was watching the movie but not really seeing it when he was suddenly right next to me and I felt his hand on my thigh. It was very light at first, barely noticeable. But when I didn't protest or try to stop him, he began to rub my leg and inch his hand towards my sex deprived manhood. As wrong as I knew it was, I didn't even try to stop him. It felt amazingly good to be touched and before I knew it, his hand rested squarely over my sex.
He was shorter than me and gently played with me. We didn't say anything, but he manipulated and caressed me, and took his time with my now erect and extremely aroused organ. He was very skilled at handling another man's sex, even through my still fastened pants he was able to make me moan with pleasure. I was lost to what he was doing and soon was only aware of his hand on me.
Suddenly, he turned towards me and then turned me to face him. For the first time, without taking his hand away from me, he looked me in the eye and said he was going to undress me. I was shocked but could only stare back at him as he used both his hands to open my pants. He undid my belt, my buckle and the fly on my pants and without any hesitation, pushed them down with both hands until they were bunched at my ankles. Suddenly, the realization the we could be caught at any moment sprang me back to reality and when I said stop, he grinned and told me to relax, no one was going to catch us and it was OK to be nude in the theater. Again, he cupped my manhood over my underwear and stroked my hardness. I was again lost in his caress.
He continued his long, methodical, erotically sensual assault on my sex and when he lowered my underwear to join my pants around my shoes, I did nothing to protest it. The cool air suddenly on my manhood felt good and obscene as my hardness was now exposed and available, stretching out in front of me, placing my intense arousal on display for anyone who might happen in. He looked me in the eye and with one hand her stroked me and with the other he lightly touched my balls. He had me lost in his touch and I became oblivious to everything else.
I wanted desperately to cum but I didn't want the caressing to stop. I was moaning, breathing heavy, and slowly bucking my hips in a humping motion to his touch. My sex was drooling and he used it as lubricant to intensify it all. I barely noticed as he continued stroking me but still managed to remove my shoes, socks, pants and underwear. I stood completely bare from the waist down and when he stood and began unbuttoning my shirt, I submitted and let him. It was only moments later, as he peeled the shirt down my arms, that I realized I was totally naked.
He began to explore my body with one hand as he fondled me with the other. For the first time ever, my nipples were touched and this felt amazing and then he was kneeling and his warm, wet mouth engulfed me. He knew how to bring me to the brink but then back off, doing it several times, until I was almost crying in desperation to cum.
Without warning, he stood. I had been within seconds of release and my swollen sex felt abandoned as it throbbed in front of me. I groaned at the sudden neglect and leaned forward against him, my eyes closed my hands at my side and my head resting on his shoulder in exhaustion and need. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down, saying it was his turn. I didn't fight it. I was kneeling before I knew it and my head was resting against his belt buckle. He reached between us and opened his pants. I watched as he took his flaccid manhood out and held it with one hand and took hold of my head with his other. He said to open my mouth, and I did what he told me. With a groan of his own, he pulled my head to him and imbedded his sex in my mouth. He was hard within moments and bucking into me, holding my head still. I choked and he stopped. He pulled out and asked if it was my first time. I nodded yes and he smiled and told me I would get use to it before once again assaulting my inexperienced mouth. With my hands against his hips, he continued to plunder his conquest and enjoy the fruits of his seduction until he released his seed, gagging me and filling my mouth and belly with his semen.
Having accepted his sperm without protest, I stood, naked and hard, and I masturbated furiously until my own cum flew in streams everywhere within moments. He grinned and said thanks before leaving me naked and used in the gay theater.