When I think back on my cruising experiences, all the fun times I had in numerous locations across London, there is a lot of joy in those memories, but there is also a little bit of sadness when I remember the venues that have shut and gone forever.
I have seen the closure of several saunas over the years, and I miss each one for their unique qualities. In Particular, I miss the naked swimming in a sauna a short walk from Liverpool Street station, having men watch you gliding through the water naked. Then, I climbed out and walked a few metres into the dark room. At least there are plenty of other saunas still around. The same cannot be said for the adult cinemas, none remain now.
I'm sure each patron of these establishments will have their favourite cinema, and I had mine. I can think of three to be found in Soho, the once bustling sex centre of London, filled with erotic delights, now the haven of the trendy. I admit I did have a few memorable visits to the little underground gay cinema there. But for me, the standout cinema could be found a little to the north in Angel.
It had been a few weeks since I last went cruising. A heavy workload and busy social life had left little time for me. On my first free day, I decided to treat myself by visiting one of my all-time favourite venues. Getting off the train at Angel tube station. I headed down the road to a decrepit wooden storefront, the windows covered and no signage to show what depravity lay behind the door. The anticipation of what I would find inside was building a deep horniness.
Passing through the red door and paying the entrance I headed down the stairs to the basement. The smell was the first thing to hit me, a hint of dampness mixed with sweat and the underlying scent of sex. Next came the sound of sensual groans and moans, soft sounds from the tinny speakers, louder from my fellow visitors. My eyes adjusting to the darkness, I head down the corridor, excited to see what I would find through the doorway to the first screen.
The thing I loved about this cinema was the fact that everyone was welcome with the freedom to indulge themselves however they pleased. Turning through the archway I am instantly greeted by a man having his dick sucked, he was near orgasm and lost to his lust. The place was heaving, at least 15 guys most sitting watching the porn on screen the others prowling the aisle. Finding an empty row of seats, I go to the middle chair and settle in to watch. Not the insipid porn being shown, but the men around me. Looking for the signs, seeing if I can lure a man's cock into my grasp. A couple of the men are just sitting there watching the screen avidly, one drinking a cheap lager. I rule them out, they are not here to play. A few more are doing the same as I am, glancing around for potential action. The prowling stalkers go from area to area looking for someone they like. One of them makes brief eye contact with me, a portly older man wandering past. Breaking eye contact, he carries on his way. A pang of disappointment hits me, cruising quickly teaches you that people have preferences, and you won't be everyone's choice. It is still frustrating when you want a nice cock to play with.
A loud, lustful moan comes from the back of the cinema, the guy I passed getting blown on the way in has just shot his load. Heads turn at the sudden sound of ecstasy, as the sound dies down, I go back to checking guys out. The moment I turn my head back, a man enters from the doorway leading to the second screen as if summoned by the call of orgasmic moaning. He looks to be in his 50s, with black curly hair and wearing a white shirt and jeans. Poking out of the undone flies of his jeans is a thick, chubby cock. Almost at the same time as I look directly at him, he looks at me. Eyes locked on each other he walks over and sits two seats away, as he sits down he undoes his jeans completely pulling them down enough so that his cock and balls are fully on display. Knowing that I am watching, he starts playing with himself, getting himself hard. The cock grows before my eyes, becoming fully erect and I feel the hunger to have it grow. Now fully hard, he leaves it alone and just sits there looking at me expectantly. I can't resist this fat, hard cock calling me and shuffling nearer, I run one finger up the shaft from balls to the head hoping for permission to do more. With no objections, I take hold of the shaft and start to stroke. Looking into the face of this man I see him close his eyes to focus on the pleasure, his breathing deep and slow as the sensation of being wanked takes hold.
The purple head of his prick calls to me, I want to lick it and suck it. I bend down and swirl my tongue around the bulbous head before wrapping my lips around it giving, it a slow hard suck. A long juddering breath of pleasure shows that he wants this, I take half his cock in my mouth and then suck back up to the tip. "Oh yeah, that's nice", he moans. I go down further on the next suck and slowly make my way back up, tongue flowing over the shaft. The next downward motion and I reach the base of his prick, holding it in my throat before once again tenderly returning to the top.
His hand runs down my back in a sensual stroke, rounding my buttocks, and he roams around them playfully. I settle into a slow rhythmic pace as my lips and tongue work the whole of his thick cock, placing my hand on his ball sack I massage his plump ball in my fingers. Soft humming moans come from him as the sensual, erotic sensations take hold of him. The gentle groans attract the attention of some of the men nearby. Sounds of movement come from the row on either side of ours. Looking up and along the seats, I see one man sitting in the end chair watching intently. It appears that some of the guys prefer to watch a live show instead of the on-screen porn, a show that I am more than happy to put on.
Taking the thick shaft into my hand I remove my mouth from his cock, keeping the pleasure going by stroking it with a firm grip. I take a moment to look around at the audience that the sounds of lust have drawn. The man at the end of our row sits watching us, his hand fondling a prominent bulge in his trousers. In the seats behind us, a large-built sikh gentleman is learnt forward intently staring at the cock show, his arm movement gives away that he too is playing with himself. Kneeling on a seat so he can face us, a skinny older man watches from the row in front, he gives me a smile which I return as we make eye contact.
Time for the show to continue, I go back to sucking this thick, juicy, fat cock currently sliding through my fingers. Tonguing the head for a short time before once again taking its full length in my mouth. I pick up a slightly quicker pace than before, not quick enough to get his juices spurting, but enough to excite him more. The guy at the end of the row, a blonde-haired athletic man in his 40s, plucks up the courage to move a bit closer. He now sits with just one seat between us, the bulge in his trousers large. Concentrating on the cock in my mouth, I take my lips from the bottom of the shaft and up to the tip, grasping the shaft in my hand I stroke it firm and steady whilst I french kiss the head. As my tongue is rolling all over the mushroom-shaped tip I feel the body attached to the dick shift slightly. The sound of a zipper being undone and the rustling of clothing can be heard. Looking over I see the hand of the man whose cock I'm working on reaching into the flies of the man who has joined us.
He pulls forth a fair-sized penis and starts pumping it slowly. The cock in my mouth twitches in need of more attention, plunging back down on it I suck it hard. Working up and down with my lips gripping it tightly, tongue flicking around the meaty cock. Hands start to explore my body, someone is stroking my hair as my head bobs up and down. Another hand is stroking my lower back and the top of my bum, moving, I go from sitting to kneeling on the chair, raising myself off the seat and allowing the groping hand to explore more. The unknown hand firmly follows the line of my crack, it reaches deep down and grabs me by the balls, fondling through my jeans.
The sudden shock of sensual stimulation makes me pick up the pace of my sucking, lips running up and down the hard member frantically. Shoving my hand down the front of his trousers, my searching fingers start to rub and knead his perineum. The hand that was fondling my balls so well runs firmly up my arse again, fondling both cheeks on the way. Stopping on my lower back I feel fingers trying to get past the waistband of my jeans, attempting to wriggle through the tight material. Reaching down I unbutton the front of my jeans and unzip them. The pressure released from my cock as the front of my jeans falls away, it swells to full size no longer constrained. The roaming hand swiftly takes advantage of the opening, sliding in and grabbing hold of a cheek and squeezing.
The two other men are groaning with lustful pleasure, my mouth is working hard on the twitching cock filling it. "Uhh, I'm so close" the blonde-haired guy receiving the handjob pants.
Switching the cock from my mouth to my hand. "Cum in my mouth," I say hurriedly, wanting that salty burst of jizz. Quickly he closes the distance, the head of his cock flying towards my open mouth. Tongue out ready to catch the load, I wait as the dark-haired man tugs swiftly on this meat. With a long soulful moan and legs spasming the first jet of cum flies free. Most of it lands on my tongue but a few stray strands cover my upper lip. I close my lips around the bulbous head as more cum seeps out onto my tongue. Warm, salty and musky I marvel at good the jizz of a man tastes, swallowing it down, revelling in the sensation of it sliding down my gullet. "Ohhh, that's good" blonde-hair moans. His cock is spent he dresses and sits back down, his body relaxing from the orgasm.
"I'm close too" the dark-haired man whispers sensually. My hand is still gliding down his penis, so I replace it with my tongue and lips, slow gentle lick and kisses. He may think he's close but I intend to drive him wilder with the desire to come. The thick, juicy cock is now covered in saliva I take the head into my mouth, lips closing around it my tongue swirls and glides around the tip. Someone is tugging at the loose waistband of my jeans, I feel them inch back and then slide over my buttocks. My arse is now fully revealed for all to see a hand runs its fingers up and down my crack, and another makes its way between my legs and grips my bare balls tightly thick fingers grinding them.
I take slow firm sucks on the juicy, fat cock in my mouth, the fingers on my crack have settled on my puckered hole circling it. Gyrating my hips I move against the probing digit, spurring it on. "Please, I want to cum" the dark-haired man desperately. I pick up the pace of my roving lips to the next level, holding him on the edge of orgasm as long as I can. The sensation of a cold spot hits my crack and I feel it dribbling down to my anus, the finger there prodding firmly. Relaxing the muscles I welcome it in, feeling it slip inside knuckle by knuckle. The hand that was on my balls now moved forward and stroked my shaft. With a cock in my mouth, a finger in my gers stimulating my dick, I am in heaven.
With the pure pleasure flowing through me I lose control a bit, my head now bobs quickly on the meaty member whilst my hand tugs fondles his heavy balls. Hips thrusting, cock dancing and a deep moan of "fffuuuccckkk!". Cum sputters out of his tip and into my mouth, coating the roof of my with warm goo. Twitching it deposits load after load on my tongue. With the finger working my arse driving me into lustful bliss, I suck the finished cock until I feel it starts to go flaccid. Releasing it from my filled mouth I finally swallow the tasty deposit. The finger stretching feels amazing on my anus and it now starts to call out to be stuffed. No longer face down in a man's I take the opportunity to take everything in around me.
