After purchasing porn videos at a local sex store, I slipped into a cinema and sat in the back. Guy after guy entered, totaling eight. One sat on a chair across, two in front, and the others grabbed a seat in a row near me.
Next to me, the fellow stroked his cock with a round silver ring pierced through the head.
“It’s called a Prince Alfred,” he said, meaning Prince Albert. But, because of him, I called the cock piercing a Prince Alfred into my thirties. “Have you ever seen one?” I shook my head.
A muscled man jerked his enormous ten-inch cock while staring at me and grinning, his face tired, as if he abused drugs for years.
The guy with the Prince Albert asked, “Do you like big cocks?”
“I don’t like them in me,” I replied, and five guys left.
A skinny silhouette walked toward me. The guy’s face focused as he stepped closer — thirty with long blond hair, dressed in a white vest and light-colored, short jeans.
“Do you have a big cock?” he asked in a feminine voice.
“What do you want to do with my enormous cock?”
“Suck it, and you can fuck me.”
The man beside me rubbed his hands across my package and ass as I passed, and I slapped his hands.
“Follow me,” the fem said and led me to an empty straight cinema with a bitch moaning.
I sat in the back row; the fem kneeled and sucked my knob hard. Guys lined by the door and gawked. One man walked in and stood at the end of the row and stroked his dick.
As with the older biker in the gay club toilet, the fem soaked my pole with spit. He spat on his hand and smeared saliva on his asshole. He positioned his ass on my cock and fell on my shaft with his back toward me. The guy’s hands held the sides of the chair, and he hoisted his arms, driving his ass onto my boner.
He benched in gentle strides on my cock, and I thrust, pushing my ass muscles. With little room to move, I struggled to cum.
“Are you gonna finish?” the fem asked.
“I don’t think I can cum like this. Why don’t you bend over the chair, and I’ll fuck you? That will make me cum.”
He bent, rested on the chair. I pulled on a circular object protruding from his ass, and a piece popped out of his hole.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“I dunno,” and I chucked the plastic to the floor.
I pushed into his dry ass, spitting several times on my cock, until I screwed him hard. He never complained as I fucked my bitch.
I pounded as I approached orgasm, hard in, and slow out. As I came, the fem’s ass soaked in cum, and I continued thrusting.
My head became oversensitive, and I slowed to a less painful rhythm. I accumulated speed until ready to cum and cycled gently in his ass as I blew my last time in his hole.
Holding my cock still for a moment, I pulled out of the fem’s ass.
I dressed, tapped the fem’s butt, and left the cinema.
Not a memorable story, but learning that fucking slower gave me better control over my orgasms became a turning point in my sex life.
