I returned to the bookstore Friday and Saturday night but it wasn't the same. It was slower. Much slower.
I sucked one dick on Saturday in an hour. One. And when I left, the parking lot was full. I just didn't understand it. I figured everyone was in the theater but I really liked the anonymity of the gloryholes. Why wouldn't they just slip in, get a blowjob, and slip out?
I thought about just going back in and seeing what the theater was all about but I chickened out. I was afraid it would be too much like it was that night on the side of the road. I liked the gloryhole, the anonymity, the thrill, the ability to control the pace. I was afraid I'd lose that in the theater.
But you know damn well I was there the following Friday with a $10 bill in my hand. I couldn't stop thinking about it all week. And I was unable to slip in during the week due to school conflicts so I was in dire need to be on my knees.
There was a pretty decent number of cars in the lot when I pulled up. I sat there for a little while thinking about what I was about to do and if that's what I really wanted.
This was harder than I expected. I might have been forced that first night and maybe I was just exploring in the booths, but this was fully consensual. I was going to be face to face, or face to cock with other guys. Is that what I really wanted?
The raging boner in my pants told me the answer. I took a deep breath and headed inside.
It was dark and the floor was sticky. It was, in fact, a theater, though not a giant one. It would sit maybe 40 or 50 people, tops. The isles on the sides and in the back were fairly wide, wider than in a regular movie theater. On the screen was a movie of a big titted blonde woman getting banged by several guys. The volume wasn't unreasonable.
As my eyes adjusted I looked around. There were little groups of people, 3 to maybe 6 per group, gathered in different areas. Some in the seating areas, the back isle, in front of the screen.
I must have looked really out of place. A good looking guy came up to me.
"Hello, come over and join us!"
He seemed friendly and normal enough. Probably early to mid 30s, strong build, decent looking with brown hair that didn't quite reach his shoulders and brown eyes.
He put his arm around my back and guided me towards the corner where 2 other guys were. His hand was on my ass, gently squeezing it.
Jack, the guy with his hand on my ass, introduced me to Jim and Alex. They were all around the same age, Jim having black hair and slightly taller and Alex with piercing blue eyes. The were standing around one of those round bar tables that's tall and maybe 3 feet around, if that. There were no chairs.
"We're here celebrating Jack finalizing his divorce! Kinda like a bachelor party!", Jim said. "Celebrate with us!"
On the table was a bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of Jose Cuervo. I really wasn't a big drinker but I didn't want to disappoint my new friends so I took a quick sip of whiskey, well aware that a hand was still on my ass.
"What was that?" Alex spurted out. "We're celebrating Jack's new found freedom! Drink up!"
I took a mouthful of whiskey and swallowed it. Almost immediately I could feel my body beginning to tingle from the alcohol.
"Again! Again!", they chanted.
Another mouthful. Then a third.
By now I was standing at the table with Jack behind me and Alex and Jim on either side, facing the screen. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of the alcohol entering my bloodstream.
