I first started going to the all-male theaters when I was about 14. I can remember the first time I ever heard about such things - although I knew I was into guys, I couldn't figure out how you could make a porno movie that was all-male. The one day - I remember the feeling of being struck by lightning - it came to me. Here I was jerking off to whatever straight porn I could find that had guys in it, and there were fucking movies that had nothing but men fucking! The first time I ever went, I remember cutting school - junior high - and going to the first one I could find - the Big Top, which has since gone to fuck-flick heaven. I was so damned nervous, I just sat and watched the movie, actually shooting my load in my pants. I was so fucking naive that I really thought the guys that would sit down next to me just couldn't find another seat!
By the time I had reached my late teens I was a veteran already...and I had figured out that the audience action was often hotter than what was on the screen. Every time I went, I saw enough hot men and hot meat and hot fucking and sucking that I could jack off for weeks just thinking about one visit! One experience, though, stands out in my mind.
The guys name was Jerry, and he went to Columbia University and he was 20 years old. I didn't know any of this at the time though. When I first saw him, he was up in the balcony, feeling up another man, and the first thought that ran through my mind was: he's a hustler. He was just too damned goodlooking. About 5'6", dark hair, dark eyes, trim body, a hairy chest (it showed above the top of his Izod shirt), and a big basket, I figured he had to be a pro...for the life of me I couldn't figure out why a guy this hot would have to come here for action, unless he was after the long green. I felt vindicated when I saw him abruptly pull away from the other man and walk away - evidently the guy hadn't wanted to part with the bucks. But I was wrong.
About fifteen minutes later, I was one of the grope rooms under the stairs, when I saw him come in, dimly lit by the small crack of light from the hallway. Naturally, there were a couple of guys going at it there - that's why I was there, watching and playing with myself through my pants - and he also stopped to watch. In the semi-darkness, I saw his hand running over a small lump near his crotch. Hmmm....What I saw next was kind of strange...he reached over to the men, who were standing chest to chest, jerking each other off, their tongues all over each other's mouths and necks, and reached down to their cocks, and felt them. First one, then the other. And he moved on. On to another small group, this time three guys, one on his knees sucking off the other two... He did the same thing there, just feeling their cocks, and then pulling away when they went for his bulge.
Then it was my turn. By this time, having watched all of this, I was hard as a rock. Not only were there at least five men having noisy, raunchy sex within five feet of me, but this guy was there too...and he was a real turn-on. You know the type that are so fucking hot because they're just so fucking goodlooking you can't believe they're into guys? He was one of them. But I still couldn't figure out what his scene was. He reached for my bulge, and I was determined to get a feel of his. I felt his hand clench around it, and like a shot, I had my hand around his basket, gently kneading the denim-covered crotch. But this time he didn't pull away.
He kept rubbing my dick through the cloth, and I kept feeling him up... we looked at each other, and then I felt his hand go for my zipper...he had some trouble with it, so I reached down and opened my pants and unzipped quickly...his hand plunged into my briefs and closed around my cock, hauling it out into the air...he rubbed it a lot like the way I rub it, and it felt great. By this time, I could hear that the other guys in the tight space with us were getting close...the breathing was more labored, and there was an occasional groan...every now and then a muttered, "Fuck!" I didn't think I could last very long with all this shit going on...so I reached for his fly...found buttons instead, and started pulling them open...he reached over and pulled open the top button, and his jeans fell, down to his knees.
I was expecting briefs, but he was wearing a jock strap...so I was unprepared for what I got. I reached in, under the thick band, and grabbed his rod, pulling down the jock for better access. His cock poured out. Literally poured out. It was still soft...but I'm not even this big when I'm hard. It actually hung a couple of inches below his rather substantial balls. And then it started to get hard.
I had never in my life seen such a big cock...mind you, this guy was only about 5'6"...about five inches shorter than I am...and that made it look even more enormous. I had never seen anything like this in either the movies, magazines, anywhere. I didn't think they could grow that big! To this day, I regret the fact that I didn't have a tape measure...so I can't say it was 14" or whatever...all I know is that I could put both hands around his meat, and still have room left over. It was about average thickness, but goddamn! It was long!
I started working my hands up and down his cock while he played with my dick...and at only 7" or so, I definitely felt junior league compared to this guy. He was working on mine, too...and the groans from the rest of the guys were getting a little more intense.
All of a sudden, this fucker drops to his knees and takes my cock down this throat in one gulp! Fuck! This hot fucker sucks cock! I looked down and I could see/feel him jerking his own dick while he sucked mine - and he was damned good! His tongue, his lips, his throat - every goddamned part of him was chowing down on my cock! This was too fucking much for me...I started to feel my balls tighten up, and get that chill that runs up and down my spine just before I shoot real hard...I warned him..."I'm gonna cum..." The other guys in there were starting to cream too...I could hear it...I warned him again, but he just sucked my cock deeper and harder...and I couldn't hold it any more...I spurted my load right down his throat, and felt it tighten as he swallowed each shot.
I felt something wet and warm on my leg - his cum...he had jerked himself off while sucking me, and I looked down to watch it shoot out the end of his dick. He shot, again, and then again...and then once more, just a little. I had emptied my nuts down his gullet, and he had jerked off while I was doing it! Shit!
He stood up and we both started putting ourselves back together, catching quick glimpses of each other every time the curtain parted to let in some light. When we were both decent again (apparel-wise), he leaned over to me and asked if I had a cigarette. Sure - if I didn't, I would have found some somewhere!
We went downstairs together, and while we shared a smoke, we chatted for a while, introducing ourselves. I had to ask him what he was doing in a place like this...when he could get whoever he wanted with that piece of meat he was packing. He explained that his turn-on was sucking cock - but with his big shaft - which, he told me, measured 12-1/2" when hard - anybody he got together with wanted to either try and suck him or have him fuck them. That wasn't his scene - he liked to suck, and jack off while he was doing it. And he would only suck guys with thick cocks, like mine. Fine with me!
After the cigarettes, he left, a quick pat on the shoulder the only indication that we had done more than smoke together. I sat there for a while, watching the movie, but after what I'd just done, nothing seemed to compare. I've gone back of course, and seen him a few more times, doing his thing...literally and figuratively. I still jerk off thinking about him.
By the time I had reached my late teens I was a veteran already...and I had figured out that the audience action was often hotter than what was on the screen. Every time I went, I saw enough hot men and hot meat and hot fucking and sucking that I could jack off for weeks just thinking about one visit! One experience, though, stands out in my mind.
The guys name was Jerry, and he went to Columbia University and he was 20 years old. I didn't know any of this at the time though. When I first saw him, he was up in the balcony, feeling up another man, and the first thought that ran through my mind was: he's a hustler. He was just too damned goodlooking. About 5'6", dark hair, dark eyes, trim body, a hairy chest (it showed above the top of his Izod shirt), and a big basket, I figured he had to be a pro...for the life of me I couldn't figure out why a guy this hot would have to come here for action, unless he was after the long green. I felt vindicated when I saw him abruptly pull away from the other man and walk away - evidently the guy hadn't wanted to part with the bucks. But I was wrong.
About fifteen minutes later, I was one of the grope rooms under the stairs, when I saw him come in, dimly lit by the small crack of light from the hallway. Naturally, there were a couple of guys going at it there - that's why I was there, watching and playing with myself through my pants - and he also stopped to watch. In the semi-darkness, I saw his hand running over a small lump near his crotch. Hmmm....What I saw next was kind of strange...he reached over to the men, who were standing chest to chest, jerking each other off, their tongues all over each other's mouths and necks, and reached down to their cocks, and felt them. First one, then the other. And he moved on. On to another small group, this time three guys, one on his knees sucking off the other two... He did the same thing there, just feeling their cocks, and then pulling away when they went for his bulge.
Then it was my turn. By this time, having watched all of this, I was hard as a rock. Not only were there at least five men having noisy, raunchy sex within five feet of me, but this guy was there too...and he was a real turn-on. You know the type that are so fucking hot because they're just so fucking goodlooking you can't believe they're into guys? He was one of them. But I still couldn't figure out what his scene was. He reached for my bulge, and I was determined to get a feel of his. I felt his hand clench around it, and like a shot, I had my hand around his basket, gently kneading the denim-covered crotch. But this time he didn't pull away.
He kept rubbing my dick through the cloth, and I kept feeling him up... we looked at each other, and then I felt his hand go for my zipper...he had some trouble with it, so I reached down and opened my pants and unzipped quickly...his hand plunged into my briefs and closed around my cock, hauling it out into the air...he rubbed it a lot like the way I rub it, and it felt great. By this time, I could hear that the other guys in the tight space with us were getting close...the breathing was more labored, and there was an occasional groan...every now and then a muttered, "Fuck!" I didn't think I could last very long with all this shit going on...so I reached for his fly...found buttons instead, and started pulling them open...he reached over and pulled open the top button, and his jeans fell, down to his knees.
I was expecting briefs, but he was wearing a jock strap...so I was unprepared for what I got. I reached in, under the thick band, and grabbed his rod, pulling down the jock for better access. His cock poured out. Literally poured out. It was still soft...but I'm not even this big when I'm hard. It actually hung a couple of inches below his rather substantial balls. And then it started to get hard.
I had never in my life seen such a big cock...mind you, this guy was only about 5'6"...about five inches shorter than I am...and that made it look even more enormous. I had never seen anything like this in either the movies, magazines, anywhere. I didn't think they could grow that big! To this day, I regret the fact that I didn't have a tape measure...so I can't say it was 14" or whatever...all I know is that I could put both hands around his meat, and still have room left over. It was about average thickness, but goddamn! It was long!
I started working my hands up and down his cock while he played with my dick...and at only 7" or so, I definitely felt junior league compared to this guy. He was working on mine, too...and the groans from the rest of the guys were getting a little more intense.
All of a sudden, this fucker drops to his knees and takes my cock down this throat in one gulp! Fuck! This hot fucker sucks cock! I looked down and I could see/feel him jerking his own dick while he sucked mine - and he was damned good! His tongue, his lips, his throat - every goddamned part of him was chowing down on my cock! This was too fucking much for me...I started to feel my balls tighten up, and get that chill that runs up and down my spine just before I shoot real hard...I warned him..."I'm gonna cum..." The other guys in there were starting to cream too...I could hear it...I warned him again, but he just sucked my cock deeper and harder...and I couldn't hold it any more...I spurted my load right down his throat, and felt it tighten as he swallowed each shot.
I felt something wet and warm on my leg - his cum...he had jerked himself off while sucking me, and I looked down to watch it shoot out the end of his dick. He shot, again, and then again...and then once more, just a little. I had emptied my nuts down his gullet, and he had jerked off while I was doing it! Shit!
He stood up and we both started putting ourselves back together, catching quick glimpses of each other every time the curtain parted to let in some light. When we were both decent again (apparel-wise), he leaned over to me and asked if I had a cigarette. Sure - if I didn't, I would have found some somewhere!
We went downstairs together, and while we shared a smoke, we chatted for a while, introducing ourselves. I had to ask him what he was doing in a place like this...when he could get whoever he wanted with that piece of meat he was packing. He explained that his turn-on was sucking cock - but with his big shaft - which, he told me, measured 12-1/2" when hard - anybody he got together with wanted to either try and suck him or have him fuck them. That wasn't his scene - he liked to suck, and jack off while he was doing it. And he would only suck guys with thick cocks, like mine. Fine with me!
After the cigarettes, he left, a quick pat on the shoulder the only indication that we had done more than smoke together. I sat there for a while, watching the movie, but after what I'd just done, nothing seemed to compare. I've gone back of course, and seen him a few more times, doing his thing...literally and figuratively. I still jerk off thinking about him.
