The Theater With No Name

[Toon]

I grew up in the early 80's in a small town that was only an hour away from a fairly large city. My family rarely went there, but we got their newspaper every day. I never really cared about anything except the comics pages, but I discovered the "Arts and Leisure" section around the age of 10. I liked reading movie reviews and book reviews and I really loved the ads for all the movies they showed in the big city. It felt like such a gyp because my family didn't even have a VCR at the time. there was always one ad for a movie theater that always showed a shirtless muscle guy or some man in tiny shorts. The ad gave an address, but not the name of the place unless "Sizzling Hot Movies 24 Hours" was the name. I was well in to my late teens when I mentally decided to go to that theater one day. The ads were always vague but enticing. For around four straight weeks it showed this pouting, hot guy who I now know was Jeff Stryker. He became my secret fantasy boyfriend in those last years of high school. I knew I was gay, but had no idea how to BE gay. 

1989

When it came time to pick a college, I knew I wanted to go somewhere in that city. And live there. My grades and my family's finances played a big part in me choosing a community college. Despite their somewhat humble means, my parents could be snobs and they thought the dorms were disgusting. "Like tombs made of concrete and painted in hideous colors", my mom declared. Dad thought there'd be too much partying and 'carrying on'. They agreed to put me up in a nearby apartment as long as it was under 250.00 a month and I got a on-campus job to help pay for some of my expenses. Deal! I found a place all by myself...only a few blocks from that nameless movie house. It was a studio in a sort of nice building that had virtually no smell. The neighborhood wasn't great and you could only park on the street, but I had a shitty car with no stereo, so I didn't worry about it being stolen or broken into. I moved my stuff in and nested a bit that week before classes started.

I found a part-time job in the science building taking care of newts, salamanders and frogs. Feeding them was easy, but cleaning their tanks was a smelly hassle. I went to classes and met a few people who seemed nice. The studying and homework took not that much time....high school was tougher. So the weekend came and my only obligation was showing up to feed the amphibians at 11:00 am on Saturday morning. So on Friday night, I decided to go to that theater at last. I was only about three blocks from there and decided to walk. This was a pretty poor area and some of the streetlights were out and the sidewalks were crumbled and littered with broken glass. I didn't have an imposing physique, but I walked like a bad-ass who had been living here for twenty years. It worked because I arrived under the flashing lights of the marquis unscathed. 

There I was. I was at the no-name movie house .... finally. The sign was sloppily arranged with big plastic letters that almost properly spelled out "Deviant Pool Party" and "Leather Dungeon" and "Special Guest". OK. I was ready. The ticket counter was one-way glass and I couldn't see the woman who asked for twenty bucks. I was cool, though -- and acted like I came here all the time. There was no concession stand or the smell of popcorn. Just a simple lobby that made an attempt to look like a cinema entry. There were two doors....one led upstairs and one led downstairs. I could already hear speakers blare out the cheaply-composed music I always figured porn would have. I went upstairs.

It seemed like a pretty sparse crowd down in the theater seating, but the very upper wall was crowded with guys just standing. As I let my my eyes adjust, I saw that some of them were making out intensely and about five were down on their knees giving blow jobs. OK. I just had to find a spot to be. I could lean against a wall as well as anybody. As I looked around, a couple of hands reached out and touched me...and then I was in a tangle of dudes. My crotch and ass were pawed and somebody handed me a full can of beer. I diplomatically removed myself from the impromptu molestation and made my way farther down the wall. I think I said something like "My friends are waiting for me. Be right back." But hey - I had a free beer. I strolled and drank it down. It was warm and tasted a little weird. I found a bare spot against the wall and got to lean back at least. I finally got a chance to look at the screen. Some muscle guy with a perfect ass was drilling a smaller dude on the side of a pool. It was a sunny scene and so I could see a lot of the guys around me. One of them was leaning against the back row of seats but has turned around to look right at me. He was a little chubby, but not terrible-looking. He had a handsome face, but with dark circles under his eyes. I nodded at him and he approached me. 

"Whatcha drinkin'?"

I took another sip and told him that somebody had handed it to me. He took it from me and smelled it. "Well. Don't do that again".

I grabbed it back and finished it off with one swallow. "Why not?" I was feeling just great.

"Well, look behind you. Those guys drugged you so they could fuck you. Are you new to the planet or something?"

I looked back and there was a small gang of shadows slowly moving toward us. "Come with me", this new friend said as he grabbed my wrist with his large hand and drug me away. We went down some stairs and through a door. We were in a whole different theater. I was confused and felt like going to sleep. "This is where they show straight porn movies. We'll be okay here for a while, but I need to get you home".

I was tired but horny at the same time. I held my hero close and kissed him on the mouth. My first kiss. I reached around and caressed his ass and felt his dick grow through the crotch of his jeans. 

"Not a smart idea, friend".

"It's the only idea I have".

Over the speakers, I could hear some woman moaning in a completely fake way. "My cum is hot," he finally said. 

I thought that sounded sexy, so I started unzipping him and making a move to my knees so I could put it in my mouth. 

"Wait. Do you not understand?? I have AIDS! I'll do this, but you need to understand what it means for you".

I had a head full of mud and couldn't really think of anything but sucking his dick. So I did. And he let me. It was nice at first and then he pushed a little too far in my throat and I gagged a bit. "Oh what the fuck", he said as he pulled me up and took my pants down. Before I even knew what was going on, he had his dick in my ass. My instincts ranged from screaming to falling sleep. I let it be. He was thrusting into me and telling me how sorry he was. Sorry? I was on all fours on the floor and hot cum friend was inside of me. He kept going and going. How long did gay sex last? I had to sleep soon. Then he groaned and held my hips to his crotch. "I'm sorry".

I wanted to ask him why he was sorry about everything, but he quickly pulled me up and helped me get my jeans zipped as he did the same. "They're here."

I yawned and said "Who?"

"That posse that gave you the tainted beer. The bearded Mexican guy is poz as are most of his friends. I know at least a few of them carry knives. I have to go. I'm so, so sorry".

I would miss him, but I really needed a nap now. I laid flat on the floor and had crazy dreams about men laughing as they fucked my mouth and ass. I also dreamed I was bleeding. Also hungry salamanders who would go a whole day without food.

 

 

[alexej2]

hot story … thumbs up !

[pozpopperpig]

HOT!  Hope there is more!

[SlampaBay]

One of your best yet

[ilikebadthings]

Awesome, i hope there is more....:-)

[FatFuckPigMA]

I actually let my virginity at a Boston porn theater known only as "The Art" at the edge of th infamous Combat Zone.  I passed by it all the time and was intrigued by the marquee's display of All Male Cast.

 One day when I was 18  I was in town shopping for a birthday present for my mother and decided to see what an All Male Cast was all about.  It was a bit tamer than you described (it was a weekday afternoon, after all) but I did give and receive my first blowjobs.  He was smooth, stocky, blond, and smelled of Old Spice.  

During the 80s and 90s until the last porn theater closed in Boston, I had many adnentures at such places.  Rimmed my first ass, drank m first load of piss, started taking anonymous loads, and became a bug chaser.  

[lynn1964]

mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

I got to go to a "adult theater" once before it was closed and had a really hot time. What a hot memory to have put into words by a writer with the knack of putting me right in his stories with such vivid life that you feel it as you see it!!

Awesome as always Toon!