I was traveling to a new city for work and looking at the sex listings to find if there was any decent gloryhole action. It's getting harder to find a good ABS anymore. But not in this town. This town was full of options.
The most curious option of all was what was described as a genuine old-school porno theater. A floor full of seats, sofas, even a few beds. And gloryhole booths. Supposedly mostly popular with older men, but couples came in to show off too, and apparently it was a popular spot for trans girls.
Being genderfluid, I decided to dress up and head down for a Friday evening to see what it was like. I'm an avid gloryhole cocksucker, but open exhibition in a room potentially full of people? That would be new, if I could get the nerve up.
I wore my jet black wig, a pink V-neck top, black leggings, and a comfortable pair of black flats. Cute, but practical.
The theater was a big relic of the 1960's when screens got bigger and wider to compete with television. This one had been spared from being split into smaller auditoriums. The marquee was long gone, as was any business sign of any kind short of a notice on the door warning this was for "ADULTS 18+". The lobby didn't look like it had changed from opening day with its globe light fixtures, gold wall paneling, and wood accents, but didn't look worn either. A single man seemed to be working, selling tickets and snacks. Yes, they even had popcorn.
I paid the admission, which included a discount for being trans. That's a first! I paused a minute, then walked in the auditorium door.
It took a minute to adjust my eyes in the darkness. Dark walls with dimly lit sconces and ceiling lighting, set about where modern theaters do when the previews run. The movie was playing in about a 4:3 frame. There was moaning that didn't match what was on the screen. Then I realized the moaning wasn't coming from the movie...a guy was fucking his girlfriend right in the middle of the room. As online reviews had claimed, a bunch of men surrounded the mattress, dicks out, stroking.
I watched with them briefly, but got almost immediate attention when I was noticed. I scurried to the booths that took up the entire back row, which were clearly the gloryhole booths. There were even holes on the outside walls. I entered the second booth and locked the door.
The booth, an empty square space only lit by the light from the auditorium above (no ceiling on the booth), had long gloryholes on every side but the door. A short stool, perfect height to squat on and have your head at cock level, was the only thing inside. You could actually peek out the front and see the movie if you wanted, which was good since there weren't video monitors. At least until somebody stuck their cock through, which happened almost immediately. Somebody followed me up.
It was a REALLY nice looking cock too. Long with a thick head and already hard. The guy was clearly ready to blow his load and go home. I was in my element and anonymous cock was in front of me.
I started the way I usually do, my fingers jerking his shaft, licking the head, and slowly taking him in. But since he was primed already, he started mouth-fucking me at a furious pace. I pressed my face against the wall and took him in deep, gagging, which brought up saliva, wetting my dry mouth. I quickly started bobbing him and he came in no time at all with a large but kind of bitter load. Still, that was probably the fastest I'd ever taken a load upon entering a booth.
As he left, I could see him pointing at the hole to a group of guys, but they didn't seem ready to cum. So I watched the movie and what I could see of the couple fucking on the bed. Another straight couple had come in and were getting attention too. This was fascinating. I was already hard to the point of needing some relief myself.
The door to the booth to my left opened. I peeked through the hole. Is that...another trans girl? Is that...OH MY GOD I KNOW HER!
"Maggie?" I whispered.
