I was on a business trip to New York City. After a long day at work with a high-paying client, I went back to my hotel, had a few before dinner drinks in the bar, and dinner with wine and some after dinner aperitifs. I was a bit tipsy and real horny, so I headed for Times Square. I hit a few book/videostores but got no action going. I decided to walk back to my hotel. On the way I came to a theater advertising porno movies. I bought a ticket, walked through the lobby and into the dark theater, the only light from the flickering images on the screen. Pausing for a moment to let my night vision adjust I saw there were only men in the theater, scattered among the rows of seats. The images on the screen were of a busty woman sucking a cock, taking another one up her cunt, and yet another one in her ass.
I sat on the back row on the right of the theater. Soon the first movie stopped and a new one started. The new movie was all men, not necessarily hunky studs but regular men, sucking cock, licking balls, rimming and being fucked in the ass. As this movie played I noticed in front of me men pairing off or gathering in groups of three. The men were close to each other. From time to time a head would disappear below the level of the seat backs. The head stayed down for some minutes then reappeared. Some times the head of the man or men sitting next to another man would then go below the level of the seat backs. Those guys must be sucking cock I thought. Some men also got up and left their seats, walked up the aisle clutching or rubbing their crotches. Often the men who left had been the ones whose heads had gone down.
Soon I heard the noises of sex in the space behind the last row of seats where I was sitting – slurping, squishing, moaning, mumbled, short phrases, "Yeah," Umnh," "Oh yes," "Suck it," "Take it deeper," Yeah, lick them," "Rim me, baby."
My cock was hard as an iron bar and oozing pre-cum. I looked around behind me, and sure enough, there were several men behind me. Some were leaning with their backs against the wall, their pants and underwear down, white flesh exposed, hairy bellies, thick thighs. Others were kneeling in front of them, their heads moving back and forth. A pair of guys was facing the back wall; one hands up against the wall, the other behind him thrusting his hips rhythmically. Those guys are sucking, and that pair is fucking, I realized.
I could not resist the urge. I got out of my seat and went behind the back row to join this group of men. As I walked slowly down the row of men, I came to one with his cock jutting out of his pants. He was sliding his fist up and down it slowly, squishing his pre-cum over his hard cock, jacking it steadily. I stopped, turned toward him, leaned my chest against his and reached for his cock. He moved his hand for my hand to replace his. His cock was a good size, long, thick, hot, and wet with his juices. I stroked and squeezed it, felt more pre-cum ooze out of the flared head. I brought my hand to my mouth and wet it, tasting his slick, clear juice. I stroked his cock with my saliva and pre-cum coated hand. He leaned toward my ear, kissed, licked it and said, "Yeah, good, please man suck me." I dropped to my knees, face close to his crotch, smelled his musky cock, looked it over real good. The knob was rounding, prominent, well defined from his long, thick shaft. A mat of dark curly hairs over his root, big balls hanging in a curly-haired covered sack.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and leaned forward. I kissed the tip, his slit, the source of his clear, slick juice. I took my tongue off his slit and milked his cock with my hand. I watched a bubble of his pre-cum emerge from the opening in the head of his penis and turn into a string running over the base of my thumb. I licked up the slimy juice getting another good taste of him. I closed my lips over his mushroom crown and sucked drawing more of his natural lubricant into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and slid his shaft over my tongue.
"Oooooh," he moaned, "yeah, suck it man, suck my cock."
I sucked. I moved my head back and forth sliding his cock between my ovaled lips, over my tongue, the insides of my flexing face cheeks, the spongy hard knob rubbing on the roof of my mouth. I held tight pressure on his cock, feeling the veins on the top, side and bottom of his shaft, the big vein along the underside most prominent moving in my mouth, the head going to the back of my throat, his juice flowing, mixing with the saliva dripping down my chin, rolling down my neck, wetting the front of my shirt.
He started flexing his hips, moving his cock in my mouth. His curly hairs tickled my nose. His sack of big nuts bouncing on my chin. I took his balls in one hand and massaged them gently. I let go of his cock with my other hand and reached around to grasp a cheek of his muscular butt. With the hand on his balls I let a finger slide into the cleft of his ass, touch his puckered anus, the tip ease into his hole.
"Oooooh, ungh, ooooh, yeah, gonna cum," he moaned again.
"Muuumh," I mouthed my mouth full of his moving cock.
"You gonna swallow it?" he asked.
"Muuumph, unh," I answered nodding my head up and down in assent.
