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Rainy Day At Local ABS

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Rainy Day At Local ABS by The weather had narrowed my options for choosing a good or likely hunting ground for some one on one, man to man sex, but I was determined to engage in the hunt anyway. It was a raw October day, and it was raining. The only suitable shelter from the inclement weather was a book store . . . or what passes for an adult book store in this very suppressed town in the Great Southwest. The one I had in mind is the only one that shows videos, but one could hardly call them X-rated. Even to say, "soft porn" would be an overstatement, but I knew there would be some guys there that were probably as horny as I was, so there was hope. I find much better viewing on the Internet than at these dives, but solo jacking day in and day out can make one a little lazy. I really needed some human, fleshly contact, so I made the effort. I shaved my face, then my cock and balls, and took a shower. I anticipated the need for giving myself easy access to my cock, and having to cover things up periodically, so I wore a pair of loose fitting 501's (no under ware), and a pull-over knit shirt that came almost to my knees. I also had to wear a light jacket. I had been to this ABS before, but only to purchase another cock ring and to look around, and wasn't all that familiar with the routine, but I bravely investigated the options available, and finally settled for "Mini-Theater #3" There were two others available, but my choice seemed to make little difference. You can visit one of the theaters for seve n dollars, two for fourteen dollars, and all three for twenty dollars. Wow! I thought paying for only one would be sufficient for my needs, and that there would be those that wanted to roam from one to another, and would eventually pass in review. I paid my seven bucks, and the clerk buzzed me in. There was a loud squeaking of the door as I entered, and I knew it was kept in that condition so it could sound an alert to those inside who might want to cease what they were doing and cover up, for fear of being detected by some undercover cop who wanted to try to bust someone in an effort to "protect" the public. What a farce! All that crap could be addressed at another time, but not now. I suddenly found myself in a kind of anti-room that had three other doorways leading to separate viewing rooms. Each room had a TV monitor playing a tape of some of the tamest skin flicks you could ever imagine. Two were male/female, and one was male/male. I'd say about ten or twelve guys were loosely divided up among the three. In each room was a tier of seats that would accommodate eighteen patrons, and there was a medium sized isle to one side. I casually moved from one room to another to orient myself and to get a look at all the guys in there. Some were seated, and some were leaning aga inst the walls, but few paid much attention to what was playing on the little screen. We all seemed to be watching each other as we maneuvered for better positions. I decided to take a seat and settle in a bit. Then I unbuttoned my Levi's and took my hot and eager penis out of my pants and began playing with myself in full view of anyone looking my way. At least it answered some questions about my purpose, and that I wasn't a cop. Some of the guys seemed to relax then, and also un-zipped. I hadn't seen any dick yet, though. The guy in the row behind me (the last row) and one seat over pulled his cock out and began to play with it as we made eye contact. I reached back for a feel, and was rewarded with a hand full of hard dick about the size of mine. I'm an even six, but not too big around. So was he. It had a nice up-curve to it and to the right, and I wanted to see how much I could swallow. I got up and leaned against the wall for a minute, my long tail shirt hiding my hard-on as I continued to stroke it. Then I sat next to my cock mate, and we gripped each othe rs dicks and stroked for a minute or two, as we watched two guys on the screen go through some motions of sex play without really showing anything. I had seen as much on sit-coms on TV. Then I leaned over and sucked his dick into my mouth, and felt the wonderful sensation of having it there. It tasted so good. Two other guys were glancing our way now and then. The sound of the squeaking door put a stop to that in a hurry, as someone else came in. It seemed to be a signal for everyone to start shuffling around again, all covered up of course. I checked out the other two rooms, and nothing was happening anywhere. There was just a lot of moving about, stopping to glance around once they were inside another room, then moving on again. Some stayed seated a while, then joined the continual migration. Occasionally, two would try to start something as they stood in the isle, but the squeaking door kept everyone mobile. It all started to seem a little silly, and I was beginning to get bored. I didn't have the privilege of visiting the other two mini-theaters like most of the others did, but I knew I could go outside the building for a smoke, and still be able to get bac k in. I wanted to check on my truck, too, so I went for it. It was still raining, but not too hard, and the air was refreshing. I almost decided to go on home, but better sense prevailed, so I went back inside Mini Theater #3. Maybe things would get better. I really did need to get my rocks off, and maybe I could give some guy some deep throated pleasure as well. Besides, giving up the hunt without a trophy or at least some good memory to take back home would not be a good way to end this foray into the wild. At first, things seemed to be more dismal than before, because I noticed fewer guys milling around than there had been. What had happened? Had there been a lot of "cumming" going on while I was gone? Were they really gone or just visiting another theater? I couldn't tell. What was really on my mind was the hope that a certain hunk was still there that I had noticed before, and noticed with great lust. He was one of the very few that I had seen with dick in hand, as he leaned against the wall, slowly stroking. I had casually walked close by him, and had reached out as if to touch his beautiful piece of meat, but he politely rebuffed me. He seemed to be doing nothing with nobody, and I saw his beautiful cock only that one time. It was good to see him still around, even for the 'eye candy' he offered. But why was it so quiet? I had been on the prowl for almost two hours now, but the time had passed quickly. There wasn't much else to do except take a seat and play the waiting game. The movie wound down, and then the TV was silent for about ten minutes before it started playing again. I just sat there playing with my dick. I was the only one in the room. Then I heard voices out in the anti-room, and I listened intently as this was something new. "Hi, how are you," one of the voices said. "Great, man," the other said, "Sorry I'm a little late." I listened as they chatted with each other, but I couldn't see them. They seemed very glad to see each other again. I was about to go investigate when the latest arrival bounded into the little, darkened viewing room and took a quick glance around. He had to have seen me as he stood in the light seeping in from the other room, but paid no attention to the lone figur e sitting down, who was slowly stroking his dick. The other guy quickly joined him, and they both stood in the ambient light, presenting to me their profile. Then they hugged and kissed each other passionately, their hands reaching to explore the other vigorously. It seemed a show was about to begin, and I watched with great interest. Was I to be an audience of one, watching a live sex show before my very eyes, only a few feet away from these lust filled men? That was exactly what it was unfolding in this quaint little sex shop on a rainy afternoon. As I sat transfixed, my dick becoming as hard as a rock, the two performers began tearing at each others clothing as they mumbled passionate sweet nothings to each other. The new arrival began uttering, "Baby, baby, I've missed you," as he kissed and fondled and explored the hunk's body. The name stuck in my mind, and I began to think of the hunk as "Baby" also. I gave the name, "Bruce" to the other one, for reference. Baby was not passive in his love making, but responded in kind, and with eagerness. Neither, so far, had glanced my way again, which was fine with me. It was as if I was a fly on the wall in their private boudoir, witnessing something terrifically hot and exciting. I got up and moved to the isle, now only about five feet from them. They didn't seem to mind, and I began openly jacking off, getting hotter and hotter. They continued making mad, passionate love to each other, and I took it all in. I couldn't begin to remember all that verbally transpired between them, but I can almost play the movie in my mind of what they did to each other. Almost immediately, Bruce turned Baby around and began rimming his ass hole, while Baby leaned on the wall with his outstretched arms, arching his beautiful ass to Bruce. I had a perfect profile view, but they were somewhat silhouetted, making the scene so very hot. After about a minute of ass licking, Bruce appeared to be sticking his dick into Baby's ass. Baby responded thrust for thrust, and I could see his dick swinging up and down. Then Baby turned around to face Bruce, and they kissed again for a long time, their bodies writhing in ecstasy. "Suck my dick, Baby," Bruce intoned in a whisper, "so it will get hard. I want to fuck you Baby, you know I do." Baby didn't res pond to that right away, and Bruce kept pleading. At the time, I didn't know if Bruce's dick had penetrated Baby's ass or not, but it had looked like it did. Maybe Baby was reluctant to do that now. "I need someone to suck my dick, Baby, so it will get hard. Come on now," Bruce asked again. I suddenly had a disturbing thought. What if they asked me to suck on it and get it to stand up better. And, while almost tempted to offer that service, I thought better of it, not knowing where it had been. I really couldn't handle that. Maybe a little selfishly, I was doing just fine--- stroking my hard dick as I watched the hot scene before me. And I really didn't want to intrude on them, as things were going really good the way they were. Along the way, I gleaned more insight as to their private lives, and they, apparently, didn't get to see each other very often, and had to meet like this. But they seemed very much 'into' each other, and I was only too happy to be a silent witness to their planned rendezvous and the subsequent sex play that followed. After a while, Baby did kneel down and he sucked Bruce's nice, uncut dick for a good while. I was about to explode, but I held off, no t wanting it to end. The n I began to suspect that Bruce had been drinking, or maybe he was on some medication. Something was preventing him from getting a good erection so he could fuck Baby. I had no way of knowing, but I held great empathy for him. Or maybe it was the squeaky door, and the near panic of being caught that short circuited the messages to the brain. The door had not ceased to give the alarm every few minutes, and the guys inside were quick to make it look like they had only ducked in out of the rain, or were killing time, or expressing an interest in watching some dumb skin flick. It couldn't be thought they were there out of purely prurient interests, having some good old fashioned recreational sex. But scare tactics do work, and no one wants to be hauled off to jail. Baby stopped sucking, and they returned to kissing and a whole lot of touching each other all over. They'd jack each other, then themselves. At one point, Baby jumped into the air and locked his legs around Bruce's waist, with his arms around his partners sturdy neck, and they clung together like vel-cro. During all this time, no one had come in, and their audience was still composed of one---me. Another dude did come in about that time, though, but he was no threat to them or me. I continued my steady jacking as the guy took a seat and began watching them al so. He did nothing furth er except to glance at me a couple of times. I felt that the scene might me winding down, so if I was going to pop a load, now was the time. I didn't think I could withstand another edging, and I was well on my way to exploding a gusher of cum. The thought of where to shoot it became eminent. There was no hot mouth to take it, and I knew I couldn't just shoot it on the floor or wall. Then I remembered I had a large, paper dinner napkin folded up in my jacket pocket, and I took it out with my left hand while I jacked with my right. I felt the process of ejaculation begin, and I knew I was close. As the moment of inevitability struck, I readied the napkin, and a moment later I clamped it tightly over the head of my throbbing dick and began unloading with wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure as I lightly squeezed the napkin and the sensitive head underneath. Then it was over, and I felt completely gratified. I peeled the napkin off the head of my dick after I had milked the last drop, and placed the napkin back in my pocket. I buttoned up, got myself together, and began to walk out. I had to squeeze past my two exhibitionist who were still engaged in play, and as I walked past, I uttered a heartfelt 'thanks' to them both as I patted Baby on the shoulder and smiled. He gave me a subtile but knowing look, then returned to his buddy. It had been a good afternoon.

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