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I wasn't married yet in the very early 60's when I first discovered the famous Fox Theater on N. Illinois Street in Indianapolis.....but later, when I was married, I still went there! I was actually still in high school, but they let me in anyway......and I had lots of experiences there that will be worth repeating. At that time it was a (very famous, locally) burlesque theater, and just as exciting (for some) when it became a porno movie palace in later years. Real on-stage performances by such 'names' at the time as "Evelyn West and her $50,000 Treasure Chest." But I soon learned that the REAL excitement was down in the basement......a cavernous, giant restroom area that required a very squeaky door and a long stairway to enter. And I soon found out that no one paid much attention (maybe a raised eyebrow or two?) when they heard that door squeak at the top of the stairway. The place was wide open, and many a straight guy, there only to get off by watching the tits of the latest burlesque queen flopping around upstairs, would barely glance to the bathroom stalls to the left as he made his way to the urinal to take a leak. He knew what was going on over there......no one tried too hard to hide the action, and sometimes the activity spilled out to the large floor space in front of the stalls.
Here's one memorable encounter (one of many) to start my literary career: I went down to pee (and did) and then walked over to the three guys (various ages) standing in the stall 'area.' One of them motioned over to an old (seemed damned old to me at the time) man sitting on one of the toilets. He was looking downward toward the floor, but his mouth was open... invitingly. My 'new friend' said "Give it to him, he needs it." I hesitated for a while, but was intrigued by one of the three guys standing there watching the needy old cocksucker. This one guy was younger than the other two, and damned good looking, nice body, big basket. He seemed interested in what I might do, but didn't urge me to partake of the old boy's talents.......but I knew immediately I wanted to partake of the younger guy's talents, so would use the old guy to get what I wanted.
I walked up the the seated cocksucker, dropped my pants (making sure my bubble butt was very visible to the threesome behind me) and shoved my cock into the old guy's mouth. He eagerly took it, and started making love to my 7 inches. He seemed appreciative and I tried not to appear too bored......waiting for what would happen next. And the next move didn't take long......
I heard some whispered encouragement behind me, and then the one.....the ONLY one I had been horny for to begin with......walked slowly up behind me. The young, good-looking stud had his own cock out, and it was a winner......BIG! I will never forget.....can still remember it even today, all these years later......the pure heat I felt against my bare butt as the guy rubbed that monster cock against the crack of my ass. If I had been a woman, I would say I got "wet," but even my young male butt seemed to react the same way a young female pussy would have........by God, I got WET! And in it went, no trouble at all, slipped all the way in to the hilt. The stud never uttered a word, he just slowly (oh, so slowly) fucked me...thrusting in and out while I moved my hands back to balance myself on the entrance to the stall, damn near pulling the old cocksucker off the toilet with me. He wasn't about to let his slippery lips slip off my dick, and just sort of leaned forward almost to his knees in front of the toilet stool.
I got so engrossed in the pounding I was getting that my ass was moving back and forth full force to meet its 'master,' and I actually lost interest in the blow job I was receiving. I'm not even sure the load I finally shot went down his throat...it may have splattered all over his face...but then he wasn't responsible for that big load anyway. That young, big cock up my ass had fucked that cum right out of me.....and I will never forget how grateful I was to my nameless fucker for giving me such a sweet, exhausting release. In fact, I think I did mutter "Thank you" as I pulled up my pants and turned to face him. A few drops of cum were still dripping out of his wonderful dick as he yanked up his own pants, and he seemed embarrassed and muttered "Sure.....any time."
Ah, memories. Now I can't always remember what happened yesterday, but those days at the Fox Theater in Indianapolis.....or I should say, in the BASEMENT of the Fox Theater......over forty years ago are still just as vivid as if they happened a couple of hours ago. And I have a lot of memories from there.....do you want to hear more? Let me know at willingmike@yahoo.com. The Fox has been gone for years.........but I discovered a lot of new "fun" places for encounters after that!