The Cinema

I fiddled with my wallet as I walked down the street. I knew that I had to show an ID to get into the theater itself, but it made me nervous anyway. Earlier this month, I heard from a friend about an adult theater in town. I was mostly zoned out as they talked about it, but then he mentioned that it was only for gay men. That grabbed my attention.

And here I was, walking toward the theater. I rubbed my arm as I neared the front door. There was a bouncer standing outside. He was a larger man with barrel-like arms. If he wanted to, it seemed like he could lay me out. Luckily, he seemed to be in a good mood as I approached. I wasn't a match for him at all. I only wore shorts, a hoodie, and sneakers.

"You got ID?" the bouncer asked. I nodded, and I showed him my ID. He glanced at it, and he read my age. He looked at me for a moment or so, and he stepped out of the way of the door, letting me step inside.

"Thank you," I said softly before moving by him. I put my hands in my hoodie pockets, and I stepped into the building. The inner part of the cinema reminded me of a normal movie theater. However, there were a few differences.

Walking through the theater itself felt more arousing. It was like my body knew what was going to happen soon. I could already feel the eyes of a few men on me. The concession stand wasn't busy aside from a couple men that were buying drinks. The drinks weren't sodas or ICEEs that you could get at a normal theater. They were buying beer.

I walked up to the concession stand, and I put my hands on the encounter for a moment. The man running the stand glanced at me, and he smiled.

"What can I get you today?" the man asked.

"Just a ticket for a movie. Pick any."

"Alright, that'll be fifteen bucks. Want to pay twenty and get a beer for a discount?"

"That'd be perfect," I said, trying my best to quell the nervousness building up inside of my body. It was making my body tingle. It made me feel warm all over.

He handed me a beer and a ticket. He pointed out that the auditorium was to my left. I thanked him, and I strode off. I sipped from the beer as I walked into the auditorium, and I found an open seat in the back of the theater. On the screen, two men kissed. One of them was pushed against a table, and his eyes were closed in pleasure as the other man fucked him.

I watched for a few minutes by myself until I felt myself get a hardon. The tent in my pants was quite telling. I slowly unzipped my pants, seeing the heads of a few men throughout the first rows of the theater. Then, I pulled down my underpants slightly. I started stroking my cock, spitting on my hand first.

The next minutes were a blur as I stroked my cock, sliding my hand up and down the shaft of my cock. I was doing it so much that I didn't realize someone had sat down next to me. I felt someone tap my shoulder, and my eyes darted open in surprise.

A man who appeared to be in his thirties with short black hair, wearing a black shirt and jeans sat next to me. I almost yelped in surprise as I saw him there, and I put a hand on my chest to calm myself down. Then, I felt his hand grab mine, and he guided it to his pants. He'd already pulled down his pants.

My thoughts went wild. This was much quicker than I expected anything to happen. It was much, much quicker. But, it was arousing. Seeing someone else's cock, someone that I didn't even know at all, sent shivers down my spine. I blushed in embarrassment, and I started to stroke his cock.

I moaned as he wrapped his hand around my cock, and we stroked each other's cocks for a moment in silence. Then, I felt him pull me closer after he grabbed my arm tightly. I looked at him in confusion, and he pointed at my pants.

"Drop them," he said quietly. There didn't seem to be room to bargain or even complain as he said this. I didn't know what to do, so I let his words fill my head. I dropped my pants. As I did, I saw him being to lube up his fingers and his cock. My eyes went wide, but the lust spreading through my body immediately seized control of my body's movements. I climbed onto his lap.

I winced, leaning forward against his chest as I felt a finger penetrate my anus. It stretched me ever so slightly, provoking a soft moan from my mouth. He looked at me, and he shook his head, raising a finger to his lips.

"Do I need to silence you, or will you be a good quiet slut." He waited for a response, and I didn't say anything, shaking my head. He nodded, and he inserted the finger again. I bit down on my lip, stifling further moans. As he fingered me with a single finger from his right hand, he gripped my ass tightly with his left hand. I knew that it would likely leave a mark tomorrow, but I didn't protest, staying quiet as he instructed. After all, I couldn't disrupt the movie.

The movie was showing a riding scene, and I was riding his finger simultaneously. Then, my eyes shot open as he inserted a second finger. A moan escaped my lips, and he glared up at me. I looked down at him apologetically. He inserted a third finger, and I felt my cock grow the hardest that it had ever felt as pleasure raced throughout my body.

The man then withdrew his hand, and I felt a different kind of pressure build up against my hole. He suddenly yanked my shirt up, and he pinched my nipples as he thrusted his hard cock deep into my puckered asshole.

The man then covered my mouth with one of his large hands, and he started hammering his cock into me. The movie's volume covered up the sounds of his lap making my ass clap. The wet noise was so dirty, and it felt so good. I went limp in his grip as he pounded his cock in and out of my ass as if I was a fleshlight. I could see that he was glancing around me to look at the movie scene. Just as the top in the movie spanked the bottom, he slapped my ass hard, making it jiggle. The sound from the movie covered up the naughty sound, and I shot my load all over myself. Luckily, I had a hoodie to cover up any cumstains.

He wasn't done yet. He flipped me around as he fucked me, holding my back against his chest, and he started stroking my sensitive cock with one hand as he continued hammering away at my hole. He growled into my left ear, and I felt his hand clamp over my mouth as he stroked my cock as fast as he could, even though I just came moments ago. I moaned into his hand, losing control of my own body.

He continued ripping into my ass, and I felt him pull me completely back against him, dropping his hand from my mouth to around my waist. I stared up at the ceiling in awe and pleasure as I came again, shooting my cum all over my face and chest.

Then, he left the theater, leaving me behind. I sat in the chair, exhausted. My ass hurt from the pounding. I felt bruised. My mouth was sore from being held by his hand. My cock hurt from coming so much. But, my body was awash with pleasure. While it was rough, that sex was incentive to return to the cinema whenever I could.