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Thanksgiving Break at the Porn Theatre

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Tom McMullen Age: 30s Posted on: 12 Nov 2005 0 comments
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Okay, so this happened a few years back... I was on an out-of-town trip to visit relatives and friends over the thanksgiving holiday. On the Friday after Turkey Day, some of us went out to some clubs and after things closed down, we decided to head over to the local porno shop for a little look-see. We had a dandy old time playing with the toys and generally being idiots. Then, one of us had the bright idea to purchase tickets to the theatre. We went in for a little while, again making complete asses of ourselves. We got some dirty looks from the 'regulars' who were there to 'take care of business'. After a few minutes, we got bored and decided to crawl back to our respective lodgings. By the time I got back to where I was staying, I was pretty horned up and all I could think about the chance of meeting up with a guy back in the theatre for a mutual JO. So, I went back out into the cold night to my rental car and drove the few miles to the porn shop. Even though the car was toasty warm and had heated seats, I was shivering and shaking from being so nervous. I showed the guy behind the counter my ticket stub, and he chuckled something to himself as I went into the theatre for a second time. I was already hard by the time I found a seat toward the middle of the darkened room. As my eyes readjusted to the low light, I could see about six or seven guys sitting by themselves. I glanced over to my left and noticed a guy a few years younger than myself, with curly, sandy-brown hair who was about 10 seats away in the row immediately in front of my own. It was pretty obvious that he was masturbating, as every time the screen lit up, I could catch a look at his exposed cock. 'Now what the hell do I do?' I asked myself. I got out of my chair, preceeded by the erection that was tenting out my trousers and made my move. I walked behind him, then around the end of the aisle and right up to the seat next to his. He looked up, as if he wasn't sure what was happening. 'Do you need any help with that?' I asked, as if I was on auto-pilot. 'Well, sure, I guess...' he stammered. I then sat down, reached over with my right hand and touched his penis. It was quite lovely: about six and a half inches surrounded by a small halo of curly, fluffy hair. His cock was warm and smooth, yet springy to the touch. He was uncircumsized, and as hard as calculus. 'Jesus! Cold hands!' he whispered. I took my hand away and cupped it with my other in front of my mouth to blow on them a little. When I replaced my hand, he grimaced a little, but didn't yell out again. At first, I just played with the foreskin a little, tugging it up and pulling it down. When I would pull the skin down, he would thrust a little making his dick all the stiffer. Finally, I began stoking him up and down. As I increased my speed, he leaned back and breathed deeply. After a couple of wonderful minutes, his body tensed and I could feel his warm semen spill down over my hand. 'Okay, okay...' he said, as I realized that he was becoming quite sensitive. He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a white square of fabric for me to wipe my hand on. 'Thanks,' he uttered as he hiked up his sweatpants and quickly left the theatre. I was having such a good time that I had completely forgotten about my own hard-on, which was now leaking severly through the material of my slacks. 'What the hell,' I thought and with a quick zip exposed own erection, stroking it furiously to an earth-shaking orgasm. Unfortunately, the little piece of rag that he'd left behind wasn't going to be sufficient to mop up the mess that I'd made. I did as best as I could to make it to the restroom without getting too much semen on my clothing and cleaned myself up. I was just about to chuck the piece of cotton fabric with the mystery man's DNA on it when I had a second thought and pocketed it. I've used that piece of rag to masturbate with quite a few times since then, all the while thinking of the night over Thanksgiving break in that run-down old porno theatre. Thanks for reading, I hope that you enjoyed...