I stepped back to let the others have their turn. As the daddy slipped away, I felt a warm mouth envelop my cock and I looked down to see one of the dudes who had been sucking other dudes running clean up on my spent cock. He nursed me until the sensitivity became too much and pushed him off.
I grabbed a paper towel from one of the rolls lying around and wiped off before exiting the theatre.
I had only been there about 90 minutes and decided to stick around to see what else I could find.
I made my way to the gay theatre and relaxed back on one of the sofas to recuperate.
I sat there about thirty minutes and watched a couple of scenes on the screen, but also two different blowjobs that happened close to me. As the second real-life blowjob came to a climax, I felt myself getting aroused again and decided to make a trip around the arcade.
I was leaving the gay theatre as a slim-but-toned, salt and pepper man passed. He had a soapy scent that I find irresistible. He was wearing a black tank with red piping and a pair of shorts that covered his ass incredibly. He had black framed glasses and looked like a hot professor enjoying a sexy summer. We locked eyes and both smiled as we passed.
I continued to the arcade which is arranged in a loop. As I circled around, I passed the professor again. This time he groped his basket and smiled again. I returned the squeeze and kept walking. I made a couple of rounds in the arcade but didn't see anything else that piqued my interest.
I decided to just head out but thought I would take one more look in each of the theatres on my way out.
As I entered the gay theatre, I paused near the entrance to survey the room. There was a touch on my arm followed by an "Excuse me." I turned to find the professor squeezing past me. He took a spot on the wall across from me and began openly groping his basket again. As good as those shorts made his ass look, they really made his bulge stand out.
I leaned back against the wall and watched for a moment.
Throwing caution to the wind, I unzipped and pulled out my cock and began stroking again as he watched. The professor smiled as he went from groping his basket to moving his hand inside of his waist band.
I motioned towards a sofa at the front of the room, the most discrete (if there is such a thing in a public theatre) of all the spaces in this theatre.
The professor moved to the sofa. Before he sat, he unfastened his shorts and dropped them to his ankles. He was wearing red bikini briefs from Papi and his erection was strong enough to stretch out the waist band from his taught abdomen.
With my cock out, I moved to the end of the sofa closest to him. Without any pretense, he simply leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. He must have been a linguistics professor because he flicked, twirled, and wrapped his tongue around my cock head in a way I have never felt. I put my hand on the back of his head and sank as deep as I could into his talented mouth. His tongue danced along the underside of my shaft and sent shivers up and down my body. At one point he sunk deep and I could feel his tongue snaking along the top of my ball sack.
He hooked his waist band under his balls and was teasing his own cock. The large drop of precum twinkled in the reflection of the action on the screen.
By this point, I was on a short trigger. I warned him I was going to shoot soon in case he didn't want it in his mouth. To the contrary, he turned to be on a knee and began vigorously mouth milking my cock. As I instinctively humped his face, he grabbed my ass cheeks and held on. A few men had gathered around and were stroking as they watched the fun unfold.
As I gripped his head and he held my ass cheeks, I blew my third load of the day down his throat. I cannot describe the volume as I never saw the load I deposited in his throat. But the feeling was the best kind of electrocution imaginable. I collapsed against the wall to keep from falling down.
The sexy professor turned back on the couch while keeping my cock in his mouth. He nursed the head while he began to fist his own rod.
I pulled away from his mouth and pulled my jeans together. I took a knee in front of him and buried his cock as deep in my throat as it would go. He had a perfectly-sized cock. About 6" in length with a nice girth and a fat round helmet. I immediately tasted the slick precum his cock was pouring forth. I bobbed up and down a couple of times before pulling off his cock to bathe his ball sack with my tongue.
This guy smelled incredible. Freshly showered but manly. I tried to work my tongue further but his briefs were blocking me from eating that hot ass. I looked up, almost for help, and saw that one of the obervers had moved to the cushion next to him and was now feeding his cock to the professor.
I went back to tonguing his balls and moved my tongue flicking up his shaft and returned to deep sucking his cock.
He went from squirming slowly to full on humping my face. We worked in perfect rhythm as his hips pushed his cock deep in my throat. He was truly throat fucking me and the slick saliva from the back of my throat really began to slosh and ease the effort.
Without ever taking his mouth from the cock he was servicing, he began to moan and I knew he was about to feed me. With one final thrust forward, he held his hips off the sofa and began firing volleys of jizz down my throat. With the first shot, I pulled my signature move of gently wrapping my fist around his ball sack and pulling down.
The cock fell from his mouth as he groaned in ecstasy.
With my other hand, I used my thumb and forefinger to move every last drop of his seed up his shaft and on to my waiting tongue. The guy on the sofa said a quick, "Oh fuck!" as he lost his load down the bicep and forearm of the professor.
Oblivious, the prof had his head thrown back and his eyes closed.
I stood and wiped my chin as I made sure I was zipped and put away.
It was a hell of a day that I won't soon forget, but it was time to go home.
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