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“Ok,” I whisper, my heart thumping, my cock throbbing. Jake turns his head backwards to me as we near the end of the aisle and says in a low voice, “We’ll start some action. He rises and fumbles his way, with me following, to the center of the theater hall, then climbs some stairs to the back of the theater. Second, you can take me to your apartment any time,” but he continues, “however, follow me.” Second, I can get you in action in my apartment. “First, buddy, I don’t even know your name. “Man, I’m already enjoying action right here.” “So are you going to just rub on my dick like this? How do we get some action?” I ask impatiently. Now my sight is getting used to the dimness in the theater. “Glad you like it, bro.” I look around, with Hottie’s hand rubbing my cock through the sweatpants. “Man,” his breathing is coming out faster, “this is one big cock you got!”
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My chat buddy inhales as he grabs my tool and takes in the size. I reach for his hand and place it on my crotch. “You must be very horny to reach here so quickly.” “So, you made it, huh?” I can see his smirk. I prefer slim bodies, but, hey, in the dark, a fuck-hole is just like another fuck-hole. “Same here, friend.” I notice that the guy is quite good-looking, but on the heavy side. “Hey, buddy,” he reaches over and shakes my hand. Hottie?” I whisper back, smiling at his chat nick name. I seem to discern the scent of semen as well.Īfter about 5 minutes, the door opens and a guy walks in and takes the seat next to me. It’s a mixture of dank rot, cigarette smoke (the anti-smoke law in public places doesn’t apply to this establishment, apparently), and body sweat. Shit! This guy has just had a blowjob, I estimate, and my dick gets extremely hard, demanding instant attention. Once in a while, when I notice a single head sitting alone in a seat, another head suddenly pops up in front of him. You can’t tell what their gender is, but according to my chat buddy, all the clientele are male, some gay, some need a quick release, a few curious, like me. I barely make out heads bent towards each other. I see some shadowy figures in the front rows. On the screen, an old, Italian film is running. As my eyes start to get used to the darkness, I look around. I fumble for the nearest seat and sit down. So I buy a ticket from this old man with a stubble, smoking shisha, looking bored as hell. Shit, this is one seedy place! I’ve been in seedy places before, especially when I travel, but that’s for another story. The movie house is where my chat buddy has said it would be. I drive down to the old train station, my cock throbbing, tenting my sweatpants.
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Signing off, full with anticipation, my rod so hard it almost breaks off as I shove it inside my sweatpants, I decide to free-ball. I tell him that I have tried a few times: the beach, the public bath house. We get to talking about having sex in public. I am horny as hell and my erection is starting to hurt. We talk about experiences for a while and move to fantasies. Once in a while, I even visit gay chat rooms, and if I am horny, I role play with others and jack off. I wrote this story before the pandemic hit.