Down in Louisiana

Chapter 1.

I was working at a Naval Air Station in Louisiana a few years ago. My job as a quality control examiner took me to Naval facilities all over the country. But this gig was in my home state. After work and dinner, I found an adult book store on a back street in New Orleans. I was just killing some time before dinner.

The front half of the store was filled with porn magazines, CD movies, sex toys, and ladies lingerie. They had a brisk business going and and I was seeing both men and women perusing the merchandise.

A young happy go lucky couple was laughing and carrying on as they shopped for the perfect vibrator. She was blushing. He was laughing as he held up several for her to examine. The store had too many sex toys to choose from.

This Adult Emporium had everything from small butt plugs to 10 inch penis shaped dildos that vibrated. They had flesh-lights in all colors and sizes. Even inflatable sex companions for the truly desperate.

I could see a dark closed curtain in the back of the store and a sign that warned you must be 21 to enter the theater. Being well over 21, I decided to see what was back there.

I pushed through the heavy curtains and walked in. A man sat on a stool at the entrance collecting ten dollars from each customer. Luckily I had exact change. It was very dark and it took a minutes for my eyes to adjust. I could see it was a small theater with maybe 50 seats. Scattered in areas mostly dark corners I could make out the figures of people watching the movie.

The movie that was showing featured two porn star quality men with nice bodies and hard cocks working to satisfy a young voluptuous red headed woman in her 20s. The two well endowed male actors were taking turns eating and fucking the red head. She was not yet satisfied and kept demanding more from them. They seemed like rookies compared to the red head. She was in charge and she knew it.

Although the action on the screen was very intense and explicit, I couldn't help but notice a few men standing in one back corner of the theater. They weren't watching the movie but rather seemed focused on a figure of a man in the center of their formation. I decided to walk by and investigate further. In the hazy darkness, I saw four men all with unzipped pants, jerking themselves. In the middle between them was a younger man, probably mid 20s. He was on his knees with his baseball cap turned backwards.

I later learned that this is a signal that cock suckers at this establishment use to attract men who want a blowjob.

The young fella was obviously positioned on his knees for a reason. From my vantage point I could see the younger man sucking a guys cock while holding two other men's cocks in his hands. Thus he could service three men simultaneously!

The men alternated between watching the movie, and watching the hat wearing young cock sucker. I learned that the young man was named Mark and that he was a regular customer there. The theater apparently turned a blind eye to his activity as long as the group behaved and everybody paid the ten dollar admission fee. Mark attracted customers to the theater in his own way. He was good for business. He seemed to be very adept at his job, and the crowd was beginning to grow larger as he sucked cock after cock.

I stood in amazement watching him working hard to satisfy three men at once. I'd always had a curiosity about sucking cock. In a few minutes Mark's head snapped back and customer number one shot his load onto Marks face and shirt. He quickly zipped his pants and left as Mark moved on to the next hard cock. With cum dripping off his face, Mark concentrated on sucking again. This second guy was ready to burst in less than a minute. He groaned and squirmed as Mark appeared to swallow his spunk. By now I was rock hard and rubbing my own cock as I watched. I sat down as Mark serviced two more older men. He did it in silence and the only sounds were his occasional slurps and the predictable groan of the men as they busted loose in his mouth.

Mark was a cocksucking pro. And he was giving these men something their wives had stopped doing years ago. He was making sure that every man left there spent and weak in the knees. His only reward was the cum they left in his mouth and on his face.

My own erection reminded me that I needed to piss badly. I left the theater and went inside the dingy men's restroom beside the front entrance. The dull gray painted restroom wasn't the cleanest I'd ever seen. The room smelled of urine and cigarette smoke. In the far corner stall, a door was open and I could hear the unmistakeable sound of two men grunting. In the dim light, I could see a muscular black athletic young stud standing and gripping a middle aged white guy by the hips. The middle aged white guy was bent over using the toilet for balance. His trousers were lying in the floor beside him.

I recognized the black guy as a car salesman I knew. He owned a used car lot down the street. It was a well known rip off joint that did in house financing for down and out customers. Lonzie was his name and I'd actually known him since high school. Lonzie was intensely slam fucking the white guy who was naked from the waist down.

The moans of the guy being fucked made me wonder if he was in pain or simply loving the deep repeated brutal black cock penetrations. He had his back arched and was giving verbal instructions to Lonzie. "Oh God damn baby, fuck me, fuck me good. Don't quit! Don't quit. Put that big cock all up in me. Breed me baby. God damn this is good." Oh fuuuuuck!

His words inspired the muscular stud to go even harder. His black sagging balls were heavy and bouncing off the white dudes lily white ass in a rhythm that was making the walls vibrate. The black stud shoved deep and moaned, "oh fuck I'm about to come in you dude. Where do you want me to cum."

Before the white man could respond, Lonzie grunted a last time and sent his hot seed deep into the gaping man hole. The white bottom lurched forward and said..."good God baby, give it all to me. Fill me up. Make me your turned out slut! "

Lonzie had done just that. He pulled his glistening black cock out and turned to me as he wiped his cock with a tissue. Cum and lube were dripping from his cut slick cock. My jaw had dropped to the floor and Lonzie stared back at me. I mumbled a greeting of some sort. Lonzie just smiled and said,

"Fancy meeting you here." Did you enjoy the show?" I nodded my head and could finally see the face of the heretofore anonymous white bottom who was trying to find his pants. Cum was running down his legs. His face was flushed and he was panting like a tired distance runner.

Finally I could see his face. To my shock and amazement, It was my coworker Stan Hastings. Stan was an accountant in our business office back in Baton Rouge. He was married to a brunette trophy wife named Pam. She had been a runner up to Miss Louisiana in her college days. Stan was the last person in the world, I'd imagine seeing in this dirty bathroom porn theater getting pounded by a black stud. Stan and Pam were Baptist stalwarts in our small town. They were staunch conservatives active in local politics.

Stan's Dad, Charles Hastings had been a Louisiana big wig at one time owning lots of commercial property in downtown Baton Rouge. Stan didn't recognize me or if he did, he didn't say anything. He was too busy trying to get his clothes back on before a manager walked in on him. I walked over to the urinal to piss with my back to Stan. I heard him zipping up and leaving the bathroom and wondered to myself what his lovely wife Pam would think about his extra sexual adventures with men...especially with a black man deep in the Louisiana Bible Belt. Oh what juicy water cooler gossip that would make.