We currently have stories with more being added every day

The Theatre

Posted by: Age: 47 Posted on: 2 comments
5 likes 1450 views Category: Masturbation Male-Male Tags: theater, theatre, India, group masturbation
Another story from a client.

I was traveling in a remote part of India and stayed for a short while in a small city, Narvata. Chances are, you've never heard of it. I never had, until I arrived there. That's just the way I like to explore. I like to strike up conversations with strangers when I travel. Not only do I learn about the local cultures, but it keeps me from getting lonely. Sometimes, when you travel, you're among thousands of people, yet you're all alone. Ah yes, I do want to be properly married someday... So anyway, I'm talking with this young fellow, a very dark-skinned and typically skinny Indian perhaps 24 years old and the subject of loneliness comes up. Now, he speaks very good English, as so many in India do these days. We were just sitting on a concrete wall facing the street and talking away, having a great time. The subject of loneliness turned into the subject of horniness. He just came right out and asked me how often I masturbate. I do believe he was attracted to me in some way, probably not sexual, just as a guy to talk with earnestly. Still, I was surprised he wanted to talk with me about such subjects. I mean, well look at me. I'm nothing. [Jst: He's 47 years old, totally bald, medium height, medium weight, with a prominent, sharp nose, full beard with a few whisps just starting to turn gray. Not bad looking at all.] Then Ravi tells about the "theatre." Evidently, there's a place in this town where men go to masturbate, and it is perfectly acceptable. Of course I was curious and asked him about it, in a kind of whispery voice, because there's traffic going by right in front of us - bicycles, and all sorts of motorized things including pedestrians. But he isn't whispering. Evidently without embarrassment, he carries on at full volume about the theatre. He tells me there are recliners, sofas and mattresses in there. It's dark, and light pron movies are playing. Men take off their clothes and do their things. At this point I'm very curious, and he sees that. So what does Ravi do? He invites me to go with him to the theatre right then and there. It is a three-block walk. We're there in minutes. Surprisingly, although I think of myself as worldly, and willing to try anything, exotic foods, strange customs, whatever, this has me nervous. We come to an outdoor ticket counter and I offer to pay. Ravi thanks me. Being typically small-city Indian, he doesn't have much money. I've got plenty. But, the theatre costs almost nothing by American standards. Equivalent to around 75 cents for a ticket. We take our tickets and walk through a doorway closed only by a heavy maroon curtain. Pushing through, it takes me a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. We were just outside in the blazing sun. After a few minutes, I discover it isn't really that dark inside. It is lit by the movie screen. The screen is only an old 25" tube type TV set. Next to it is a VHS player with a stack of tapes, all hand labeled. Anyone can put a tape in when the current one runs out. I don't know who was rewinding the tapes. Maybe an employee does that on another old VHS player somewhere. Anyway, I scooted over and looked at the labels. I couldn't read them. They seemed to be written in pen and pencil handwriting, perhaps in Hindi. The current movie looked like a Bollywood flick, except the current scene was a whole lot of dancing women, all topless, but wearing cloth wrapped around their waists like skirts. Ravi explained that all the porn isn't very good in his opinion. He said it is all light porn. You seldom see a penis, and if you do, it is always flaccid. You never see vaginas. You see the breasts and butts of lots of women, and many fully clothed scenes. Oh well, for 75 cents, what can one expect? But, I should tell you about the rest of the scene. As my eyes adjusted to the theatre, I found that it was quite small. About the size of an average American living room. There were two old sofas, a few mattresses on the floor, and a single recliner. Everything was covered with tattered old sheets. There was a slight odor in the room, sort of like old paint. It seemed a bit dusty. There were around a dozen men crowded into the room. As is so typical for India, their skin tones ranged from jet black to lilly white. All were thin. Not a fat guy in the lot. And, here comes the good part: All were stark naked, with their clothes in piles on the floor near where they stood, sat or reclined. Most of these men were proudly displaying erections without a care in the world. How cool is that? These guys were wanking right in front of each other, and totally enjoying the experience. None were touching each other. Ravi explained that these were all straight men in his opinion. Evidently, they wouldn't dream of touching each other, but were absolutely fine with jerking off their erect penises within inches of the other men. A man came up to me, the only man wearing clothes besides Ravi and I, initially speaking in Hindi, and then switched to English. He explained that the only rule was that we couldn't leave cum on the furniture or the floor, and handed me a half-used roll of paper towels, and a roll of toilet paper to Ravi, and pointed out a trash can in the corner. He then said something that sounded like "Ramastihi." I didn't know what it meant. Ravi said it was "Have a grand time!" Ravi and I took off our clothes and piled them on the floor just like the other guys. I was briefly worried that someone might try to take my wallet, then I let that concern evaporate. I noticed some eyes on us. Several of the men had looked away from the TV set and were staring at us with more-or-less looks of approval or acceptance, you might say. That did it for me. I was rock-hard in a minute. As was Ravi. He's a good-looking fellow, and it was a real treat for me to see his long, black, uncircumcised penis, as well as all the other beautiful genitals in the room. I wanted the experience to last forever, but alas, it did not. We wanked. Everyone wanked. Evidently, some of the men in the room were very good at edging. They may have been there for hours for all I know. I tried to hold off, and did manage for a half-hour or so. But then I slipped over the edge, almost forgetting to catch my cum in my paper towel. I noticed looks of approval from the crowd. Evidently, I was a better show than the topless women on the TV. Slowly, I softened, and became ready to leave. But Ravi hadn't cum yet. I felt it would be impolite to just up and leave, even though I had met him only an hour ago, so I stayed. At first, I averted my eyes from everyone. Even though they had watched me intently, staring at them felt weird, invasive maybe? In time, I brought myself around to enjoying the show, and even stared at Ravi long and hard. And speaking of 'hard,', I became hard again! What a delight! That seldom happens to me - that I can get erect again shortly after ejaculating. So I started rubbing, expecting I might stay hard but not cum again. Not so! I squirted again almost immediately. Then I was done. Really done. You know how when you lose the mood, you really lose the mood? That's what happened. I think Ravi knew. He came over to me, and said he didn't mind if I left. Since I was getting hungry, I accepted his invitation to leave, went back out into the bright sun, and looked for a food vendor. It was an experience I'll never forget.

Comments

2 comments -

You must be logged in to post wall comments or like a story. Please login or signup (free).

Other Stories You May Enjoy



Recommended For You