Experience at a Porn Theater

I had just turned 18 and it was back in the days of the 35mm porn theaters. Being the horny kid that I was it didn't take long before I decided to go see one of those movies. Nervous doesn't begin to describe how I felt as I paid and entered the theater. But I was horny and curious enough to do it and soon found myself just inside the door gawking at the screen. The screen! I had never seen actual sex and there it was bigger than life on that screen. My jeans immediately felt too tight as I watched a porn star cock being sucked by a pretty girl and I wanted to take a seat to hide that bulge but my eyes were still blinded by the sun lit outdoors I had come from. So I stood there by the door and just hoped nobody would notice. Adapting to the dark didn't take all that long, though it sure seemed like forever at the time, and soon I could see well enough to determine where seats were occupied. Not wanting to be near anybody I walked down a ways and found an empty row; I seated myself near the center and settled in to watch the action on the screen. After sitting down I noticed a man was sitting in the row in front of me and a little to the right. As I watched the movie I was distracted by some movement on his part and now that my eyes were used to the dark I could see he had his cock out and was stroking it. This shocked me some but I could understand why a guy would want to do it since my cock was hard and throbbing in my pants. It also intrigued me since his was the first hard cock, other than my own, that I had ever seen. I watched that movie, and the one that came after, and after a couple of hours I couldn't stop myself and rubbed a finger along my hard cock through my pants. That made me cum almost immediately and, with sticky underwear, I rushed out hoping nobody would notice the large wet spot and drove home. Over the next few months I went to adult theaters once a week on average, sometimes more, and seeing guys jerking off became just part of the scene. I even saw couples a few times and one time a young couple was in the row in front of me and after being fingered to an orgasm the girl sucked off her partner. That kept me so excited I came back the next night, even though it was a Monday, hoping more action like that. But, of course, it was pretty much dead that night. Since it was a Monday the place was almost empty and I was able to sit in the back row; something I had never done before. There was only one other guy in the theater and he was sitting close to the screen. So I took advantage of being able to rub myself without much worry of being seen. But it didn't take long for the door to open to admit another patron that quickly sat down at the end of the row. He sat there for a while, about the amount of time needed for eyes to adapt. Then scooted over sitting four seats away from me. Of course I had to stop my stealth cock rubbing when he came down the row. But started again after they guy had settled into his seat since he was watching the screen and not looking my way. By that time I had developed a way to work a finger inside my underwear by leaving one of the middle buttons on my fly undone. So even if he looked, I appeared to simple have my hands folded on my lap while I was actually rubbing the sweet spot slowly with one finger. It was no surprise to me when he unzipped and pulled out his cock. Since the theater was so empty I was able to sneak a few peeks at it without being caught and, though I considered myself completely straight, I found myself becoming interested. Somehow seeing his cock and how it was shaped started looking good to me. When the movie ended and the lights started coming up he just flipped his shirt over rather than put it away. The guy up near the screen got up and left through the fire door. I squirmed down low in my seat and waited for the next feature. Sometimes I wondered why they bothered with an intermission but guess it was to try to sell over-priced stale popcorn. But I always found them boring and didn't like having the lights up. After an usher came through to make sure the fire doors were shut so nobody could sneak in with paying, the guy in my row pulled his shirt off his cock. It looked even better to me with the lights on, but I was nervous about somebody coming in and catching him like that. Not that I had ever seen a cop in this theater. Just before the lights went down he glanced my way and smiled. I quickly looked away but felt sure he had caught me looking. My face felt warm from embarrassment, I was glad the lights were dimming. Then, after the previews, he stood up and move over to the seat next to mine. So there I was sitting with my hands on my lap with a secret finger through the fly and with a guy sitting next to me with his hard cock out and reaching for the sky. Maybe I should have moved to another seat but I don't think I could have moved if I wanted to. I probably shouldn't have looked at his cock either, but I did and I couldn't look away. He slowly stroked himself while I watched. I was so turned on I even forgot about the finger in my fly and just watched. As time went by I must have started leaning in for a closer look, because I was pretty close when he put a hand on the back of my head. Many thoughts spun through my head. Of course I knew what he wanted me to do, but I wasn't sure I should. My head felt light and my muscles seemed weak as he guided me to his waiting erection. It seemed so wrong but I realized I wanted his cock in my mouth. So when the head touched my lips I opened them and let them slide around and down. Part of me wanted to panic but feeling a cock in my mouth was too amazing. I loved how the shape of the head felt on my tongue, especially as it slid towards my throat. So I just gave myself to the experience. As my head moved up and down my universe shrank until there was nothing but me and his cock. The taste changed as I sucked, from what I now know is pre-cum, and that taste flamed the fire inside me. My head was moving up and down and he was making small thrusting motions. I had always been a bit grossed out by cum in the past, but that didn't matter. There was a cock in my mouth and I wanted to make it cum; I wanted to know I had done it right. I kept right on sucking, don't know how long, until his cock swelled even more, he gave a final big thrust and he held my head to stop me from moving. The first shot was a clean hit to the back of my throat. It was quickly following by a second. By the third I was swallowing as fast as I could. The taste was weird but I didn't find it to be gross, just unusual. Not that I had time to think much about the taste while trying to swallow fast enough to avoid choking. As he relaxed that final thrust his cock left my mouth and I could see it was already softening. I liked the look of it better when it was hard but seeing the shine of my spit wasn't bad either. He zipped up, stood and quickly left the theater leaving me to think about what I had just done. As I sat back I realized there was a bit of guilt in me but, as I thought about what I had done, I shoved that emotion aside by thinking there was nothing wrong with sucking cock if that's what I want to do. I also knew it hadn't "turned me gay" in the least; all it did was give me something else I could enjoy.