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by Shemaus In the last three or four years, all of the XXX rated movie theaters in our city have been closed down. It was somewhat of a merciful death. For several months before they closed they had very close police scrutiny. Whenever you went to one, you did not know if you were going to get your rocks off or end up in jail Under these circumstances attendance fell off. The theaters went bankrupt one by one. The last one, that inherited all of the traffic from the others, was eventually closed by the vice squad. (Something about finding human seamen on the floors.) They are gone - at least for the present - but not forgotten. Some of my best jack-off memories are placed in these theaters. My favorite theater was a large neighborhood movie house - built in the 1940s. As a XXX house, it had a wide variety of entertainment venues. There was the large theater - that certainly could seat well over 500 people - and three small ones purpose built into the shell of the old theater. The large theater showed straight porn. One small box like theater was in the lobby of the old theater and showed straight porn as well. Another was the converted anteroom of the original ladies rest room - lots of stuff went on in the old toilet stalls - showed straight films too. The third, my favorite, was just kind of a box built into the main theater and showed gay films. It would seat 20 guys. I found action in all four theaters. On some good nights - when the theater was really full and my cock really hard - I found it in two or more theaters. I have some great memories of afternoons - when I was should have been at work - spent in the dark playing with other guys - sucking and being sucked. My best memory took place in the small gay room. It was always very dark with no light other than the glow of the movie screen. When ever you came in to this small theater you would have to feel your way to a chair - this could be great fun for the feeler and the feelee. One night when I came into this small room, there were abut 10 guys in it already so I could not get a place in the back row - where most of the action was. I sat in a row, second from the front. After a while I turned in my chair to check out the action. There did not seem to be much. A few guys solo jacking but not much more. Then I noticed that one guy - rather heavy set and with glasses- was having his cock sucked. He was standing next to the end seat of the last row. The guy in that seat was turned sidewards and giving him head. It was all done so quietly that I would not even have caught it if the guy being sucked had not lit a cigarette and given me a view in the flash of his lighter. It was all very casual but very expertly done. Before he finished his cigarette, the standing guy shot his wad into the cock sucker’s mouth. Without a word, he dried himself off and left. As soon as he left, the guy next to him took his place and the process started all over again. It looked like we had a real cock sucker - just the type of man I love - here in the theater. So I went and got in line. While waiting my turn I observed the cock suckers technique. His gentle rubbing, slow unzipping, reaching in and pulling out. He was an expert. At last it was my turn and I took my place at the front of the line. The guy knew that expectation is one of the nicest part of a blow job. When I stood beside him, the first move he made was to put his right hand about a foot away from my crotch and then gently rub his thumb against his index finger. Moving towards me a fraction of an inch with each rub. The theater was so dark that I could barely see his movement but I swear that I could hear the noise made by the gentle rubbing of finger on thumb. I got the message. My cock begin to grow hard. Trapped behind my zipper. it started to craw up my belly working its way towards my naval. After what seem about an hour, he gently touched the fabric of my pants applying a feather light pressure to my cock, massaging it though the material. Gently he worked his way up to my zipper pull and slowly pulled it down. I and everyone else could heard the zipping sound. More slow motion as he moved his hand to my belt, undid it and open the trouser button to give him more room to work. His skilled hand went into the opening of my underwear, grasp my pulsing cock pulled it out and gently stroked it as he turned his face and warm mouth in my direction. Funk this, I thought. I pulled my pants and shorts down to my knees turned at a right angle and thrust my cock right into his mount. It was very warm and moist and somehow tight. He could do things with his tongue that I never have. HE WAS AN EXPERT, A COCK SUCKING EXPERT. And my cock was in his mouth. I started to gently fuck his face. The door to the theater opened and a new guy came in. The light of the door showed him my bear butt, pumping slowly back and forth. He left. But I did not care. I had no thought of covering myself, all I wanted to do was keeping tucking that beautiful warm mouth. He took the whole cock right up to its root, played with my balls and fingered my ass. Then, much to quickly, I shot wad after wad of hot cum into his mouth. When I was done, I pulled up my underwear and pants, dried myself off and left the theater without a word. Today I would thank him, bend and kiss him and suck my cum out of his mouth. Maybe suck his cum out of him while I was at it. If I was smart I would have partnered with the guy there on the spot. A mouth like his could keep my happy for a lifetime. But I was younger then. Unsure of myself and - if the truth be told - very ashamed, I missed my chance. I never saw him again and I have never experienced a blow job like that again.

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