This is a true story by Michael Stewart, written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1988. Copyright (c) 1988, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.
Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at brooklyn@yorick.ny.cybernex.net
"Married Man At The Movies"
The Diary of Michael Stewart: Friday, July 10, 1987 -
For quite some time, I had been carrying on correspondence with one of more interesting-sounding users...since I'm not the type to kiss-and-tell, I'll let you guess at his name (well, OK, suck-and-tell is a little different, but I'm still not going to identify him). I will say that he is in his early thirties, married, and bi, and described himself as being about 5'7" or so, maybe 150 pounds, brown-haired, hairy-chested and fairly well-hung.
Well, to get back to the story at hand, for some time we had been trying to arrange a meeting, and finally we hit on a day and time that seemed good for both of us. For various reasons, we couldn't use either of our houses, so we agreed to meet at a straight porno theater on Kings Highway in Brooklyn that seemed to be well-known for it's all-male action in the balcony and bathrooms.
I deliberately got their a little early, to check the place out. I was very surprised to find that they had done some re-arranging to the place since the person who described it to me had been there last: now, up the balcony, they were showing all-male fuck flicks. There were various guys wandering around up there, sometimes making contact with each other in the balcony aisles, but I guess since this was a Friday afternoon, things were quieter than normal. I skipped the straight part of the theater to check out the basement men's rooms, only to find them empty, except for one stall where a young, Italian-type (the term used to be "cugine"), had his pants around his ankles and was beating off. He had the door closed, so I couldn't tell too much in the dim lighting, and when I went to peek in through the cracks around the door he turned his back, so I guess he was one of the straight ones. Shame; he was a real hunk, just my type!
On the way back up, I checked out the straight section of the theater, and sat down for a few minutes, watching the straight action. Seemed much like all-male porn - no plot, no dialogue except for grunts, groans and moans. I was very surprised when I caught sight of a guy disappearing off to the side, to standing behind another guy who was seated, who started playing with his dick - it looked like he was sucking it! I thought I'd seen everything there was to see down there, but when I turned around to leave, sitting a few rows behind me were two fairly good-looking guys, one in his late twenties, another in his early thirties, seating a seat apart, and the younger one had his hand in the older one's lap. And this was in the straight part of the theater! Holy shit!
I ought to stop for a minute to explain why all of this excited me so much As some of you may have read, straight men turn me on, and so do men who resemble the "Brooklyn" type. Finding a place like this - right in the heart of Brooklyn - was enough to get my cock hard by itself; and finding action like this there was almost enough to make me shoot in my pants!
I had to hold off, though, since the guy I was supposed to meet was due soon. Inasmuch as I had promised to meet him outside, I waited until the bulge in my pants went down, and left to meet him on the corner.
Fortunately for my nerves (he was the first user I had met that I didn't know before I brought the board up), he was right on time, and his description had been accurate. Since I had described what I'd be wearing, he had no trouble finding me, and we soon were inside the theater, together.
First thing we did was head up to the balcony, and find some seats. We chatted for a while, and I, starting to get horny again, started rubbing my cock through my pants. He seemed to be getting horny, too, so I reached over and closed my hand around the mound in his pants...and found a nice, hard dick underneath. I whispered in his ear for him to unzip himself, and I pulled down my fly and whipped out my dick.
Now we were both sitting there, next to each other in a straight porno theater in Brooklyn with our cocks sticking up out of our laps. I reached over and started slowly jacking on his cock, and he wrapped his fingers around the head of my dick and started rubbing and caressing it. It felt great!
After a few minutes of that he decided it was time for something new. Since we had both shared the fact that we had taken the test and tested negative, I sure didn't mind when he lowered his face into my lap and took my hard rod all the way down his throat. I kept my hand wrapped around his dick, and stroked his cock while he sucked mine. I tapped him on the shoulder, indicating I wanted a turn, and we traded places.
I started by licking his big balls, and then working my tongue up the shaft and around the head, and then took him the way he took me - deep and fast. I guess I must have been good; he leaned back in the seat and let my mouth have it's way with his cock and balls.
Soon his breathing quickened, and I felt his cock start to get stiffer, so I pulled off. He grabbed his cock, moved to the edge of the seat, and I could just barely make out him shooting his load on the back of the seats in front of us. Wow!
We took a break to smoke a cigarette and get our breath back, and after a few more minutes, we were ready to go at it again. This time, I started sucking his dick first, working my lips and tongue around the head of his cock while one of my hands stroked his shaft and the other worked on his balls. I had such a good time, my jaws started getting tired, and I pulled back and let him do me. He was even better the second time around, and all too quickly, I was shooting my load across the back of the seats. Then I was back into his lap, and licked and jerked him to another orgasm.
It was a hell of an afternoon, but we both had to get going. Before we left, though, we did agree to get together again for another hot afternoon!