The door jangled as I pushed through, getting off the street as quickly as I could before someone saw me go into the adult movie store. After all, people only went into these places for one reason and that was exactly why I was there. I had been sporting a painful hard-on all day and I was going to have to get off soon or go out of my mind.
But with only fifteen dollars until the next day, going to my usual rub and tug was out of the question. Hell, the forty I would have to pay just to get naked wouldn't even have bought me a happy ending. I would have to tip at least twenty for that and that twenty might have been a million for all my chance of getting it.
This porno theatre would fit the bill nicely though. Ten bucks would get me a nice dark room all to myself, with a video of my choosing. I had been a semi-frequent customer for some time to watch some movies and blow my load into a paper towel. They had some dark and dingy private viewing rooms with comfy if not especially clean or well cared for armchairs for me to add my ass sweat to the hundreds of others before me. I kind of liked the idea though and it kept me coming back.
I wondered through the racks of cocks and cunts graphically displayed on the video boxes before I made my selection, a pregnant lesbian flick with really low production values and even lower artistic merit. I grabbed the empty box and brought it up to the counter. I had been here a million times but the guy who took the box never once showed any signs of recognizing me.
"Got a two for one deal today. Ten gets you into both theatres. You can go back and forth as much as you want," he said into an open drawer of videos as he tried to find my tape. I had never gone into the theatres before. There were two, a straight and a gay. They occupied the back half of the second floor and were located directly across from each other. I knew where they were and had seen people going in and out because the closet without a door that passed for a bathroom here was down that end and I always washed my cock after jerking off, especially in this place.
I had thought about it in the past but never gone in. Jerking alone was one thing but doing it in front of other men was something totally different. I was only partially surprised to find my already throbbing cock was trying to get even harder in my jeans at the thought. Going with the same inner voice which always seems to get me in trouble, I said, "Ok, I'll take a ticket for the theatres. Are there many people in them?"
"Dunno. People come and go pretty regularly. There will probably be a few. Ten please." I passed the bill I had fished out earlier and took the little piece of cash register tape which served as my theatre ticket. The stairs were right beside the counter so before I knew it, my aching cock had lead me up to the second floor and to the closed doors of the two theatres, gay on the left, straight on the right. The choice stopped me in my tracks.
I identify myself as bisexual to anyone who will listen, but the straight side of bi, always wanting a nice wet pussy on my face, if given the choice, than a nice hard dick in my mouth. But I did get cravings for cock. Oh yes, there were cravings. I loved having a dick in my ass and roughly being pumped into. I always came really fast when having someone or something inside me, which almost made it not worthwhile to put out all the effort. I loved fucking ass too, but not as much as being fucked myself.
