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Playing at the Porno Theatre in College Station

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 18 Jan 2001 1 comments
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by Jackson Dick Greetings, amigos! Please forgive my long tardiness in writing: Work has kept me extremely busy, but I'll try to make up for lost time. I've made two forays to my Adult Video store in Collge Station this last week. (School is out of course, so I had little hope of connecting with a hot Aggieboy, but I made out pretty well all the same...) My first visit, the theatre (my playspace of choice because of the potential for a good circlejerk) had nothing happening. But when I cruised through the arcades, I had pretty good luck. The door to booth #3 (the only one with gayporn) was open, and a pretty good-looking kid was sprawled across the bench flogging a handsome prick as he watched porno. The guy was probably 25 or so, African-American, with about 7 hooded inches. His pants and underwear were down around his ankles. He obviously wanted an audience, so I willingly obliged, standing in the doorway and watching him as I felt myself up through my jeans. The kids eyes darted back and forth between the screen and my crotch. After a minute or two, I walked into the booth and reached for his prick, giving it a few strokes. It was leaking clear dickgoo, nicely lubing up my fuckfist as I palmed it. The kid was certainly an appealing enough playmate, but I still wanted to see what else was going on, so I resumed my exploration of the arcade. At the end of the hallway, booths #6 & #7 face each other. The booth doors open OUTWARD, so it is possible to create a fairly private space for mutual self-jack even while in different booths. I entered #7 and watched some str8 porn. My dick was getting pretty hard now, and was ready for some serious attention. I heard steps approaching, and looked up to see a large, Black man enter booth #6. I went to the doorway of #7, and looked the three feet or so away where he was facing me from the doorway of #6. He slowly unbuckled his belt, watching me as I felt myself up through my Levi's. We both began unbuttoning our 501s simultaneously. I fished my hard dick out through the hole in my briefs and began to beat off. He lowered boxers and trou in one rapid move, and his huge, thick tool sprung up to full staff. It was probably close to 9". As he begen beating it, his bountiful ballsack jumped up and down. We just faced each other and watched as we banged bone together. After a minute or two, I stepped into the hall, but with the door still protecting me from outside view. He too stepped forward, so that we were now only about two feet from each other. He put his hands on his sides, and using just his pelvic muscles, made his giant dong jump up and down. I reached out and stroked him with my left hand while I continued to jack my own meat with my right. After a minute or two of this, I resumed just watching as I beat my own dick. However, my friend had other things in mind. "Suck it", he said. I shook my head ("no") in response. He shrugged, said "I gotta go", pulled up his pants and shorts and headed out of the arcade, and back towards the theatre. I returned to the open door at booth #3, where the kid was edging. This time I entered the booth, pulled out my dick and started to jack with him. I was really ready to cum now, and I think he could tell. He stood up and turned away from me, all the time continuing to stroke furiously on his pole. At first, I thought it might be a rejection, but he explained his actions in a frantic whisper: "I want you to come on my butt". With that he leaned over, offering me his round buns and smoothe lower back. I began jacking hard. An older African-American man had moved to the doorway, taken his own average-sized dick out, and was jacking it as he watched the kid and me. The kid and I were both really close, and the older gentleman moved into the booth for a closer view. I grunted loudly as I began to shoot. The first shot spewed across the kid's lower back. He groaned loudly as he felt the first hot gob of jizz splat onto him. My second and third shots were on his buns. He reached back with his left hand and began smearing my load in his crack, as he continued to frantically pull on his pud with his right hand. Then he groaned again loudly, and I knew he was cumming. Although he still had his back to me, I could hear his load splatter across the cum-stained floor of booth #3. (I hadn't mentioned this but booth #3 was filthy even by filthyABS standards: had lots of wadded up toilet paper and used rubbers on the floor, and smelled of stale spunk.) We dressed and left- he leaving the establishment altogether and me returning to the theatre to ponder whether or not to stay or leave. (My normal m.o. is to wait about 10 minutes before assessing the state of my libido and deciding whether or not to go again.) Well after about 10 minutes of VERY HOT str8 porn, I had a RAGING bone-on again. There was absolutely NO ACTION of any kind, though there were perhaps a half-dozen guys in the theatre at this point. I moved to the back of the theatre and leaned against the wall adjacent to the backrow. My dick was superhard now, and even with my hands at my side, it made a nasty bulge all the way over to my left pocket. The guy closest to me definitely took notice. Although he was not handling himself in any way, he was STARING (not at the screen, but rather) at the obscene tube my snake was making underneath my Levi's. After a minute or two, this guy got up and left the theatre. I rightly assumed he was moving to the arcade. I followed and saw him entering booth #10 and closing the door behind him. He did not however lock the door and I let myself into the booth. The guy was middle-aged, but somehow appealed to me. He seemed to have a wiry little body. He wore a wedding band and I think must have been a farmer (had a John Deere gimme cap, denim jacket/jeans, and a handsome but weather-beaten and tanned face- like a guy used to working outside). He was feeling himself up through his jeans. I took mine out immediately and began to beat it, joining him in watching str8 porn on the monitor. (Now, I'm REAL careful when I jack with str8 guys NOT to come on too strong. And I can get off to just shared solo jack.) But this guy was definitely into more. As he felt himself with his left hand, he reached over and began to jack me with his right. His eyes were still on the monitor, but he was clearly enjoying beating my hard manbone. I moved my hands to my sides and enjoyed his firm fist. "Whew...Nice" I whispered. He smiled faintly. He unzipped and lowered his jeans. I sat on the bench and began gently massaging the bulge in the front of his briefs. The guy was not yet completely hard, but was responding nicely to my touch. His dick was quite small, and even as it became hard did not grow much in length or girth. When it was finally hard, I lowered his briefs and began to jack him with my left fist. He returned his right fist to my dick and began to jack roughly. He was breathing really heavily now and seemed much more interested in watching both of our meatbeating efforts than the porno on the screen. (In fact, as I continued to alternate between watching our jackaction and the video, the guy indicated he wanted me watching US instead: He moved in front of the screen, blocking the picture, and forcing me to look at him as I jacked his little dick. He was good with his hand, but I decided again that I wanted more of a voyeuristic encounter, so I stood, moved a foot or two away from him, and facing him, resumed my self-abuse. He too returned to self-jack, all the while watching me beat my own dick. We were both really getting into it now- whacking the fuck out of our respective pricks as we watched each other beat off. I took the scene to the next level, by getting verbal with my friend. "Yeah" I whispered loudly, "Jack that prick!...Go on...Beat the fuck out of that dick". He responded by thrusting his hips out, grunting loudly, and playing with his nipples through his shirt with his left hand. "Yeah, beat that dick", I continued, "...go on...beat it! Beat it HARD!". "OOOOOOH", he replied suddenly, cueing me in on what was about to happen. I began beating HARD on my own dick, and my talk escalated: "Yeah, beat that dick! I want to watch you blow your load...Go on...Beat it hard". He groaned again, and as we both began to shoot, I continued: "Yeah, SHOOT IT...Shoot that load". (The guy's dick may have been little, but his load was HUGE!) I cleaned up, gave my farmer friend a pat on the shoulder and a "thanks, buddy", and took off. I hope he had as much fun as I did!