This is a completely true story that just happened to me not more than five hours ago, and is one of the hottest times I've ever had!
Through Squirt, I learned that one of our local adult stores, the Hollywood Erotic Video, had set up theaters in their upstairs area, and it was becoming VERY cruisy. Reports had come in of various goings-on of the sexual kind, and being a total slut myself, I thought it'd be a great idea to investigate. Action had been few and far between since the city cracked down a few years ago on the adult theaters (all gloryhole booths were totally eliminated, with only one store keeping any sort of movies at all and more than one store closing entirely) so it would be great if we had a bona-fide adult theater again!
Getting in was easy - there was a five-dollar charge at the counter, and then I was directed up a flight of stairs to the theater itself. They had converted three of their rooms which previously contained magazines into theaters, obscured from the hallway by curtains. From the display downstairs, two of the theaters played straight flicks, while the third played a gay movie. Figuring most of the action would be in the gay theater, I spread apart the curtain and entered. A projection TV was set up on a pedestal and was showing a hot twink slurping on a blond's cock. A number of white "deck" chairs (the cheap plastic kind) were in a semi-circle around the TV, which provided the only illumination in the room. Three other guys were in the room with me - an attractive black man sitting in a chair, a late-twenties man with a clean beard and hat sitting next to him, and two somewhat overweight guys standing in the back of the room, still close to them because of the size of the room. The black man and the two larger men stared at me as I entered and took a seat across from the black man.
I checked out the video for a short while but my attention was quickly drawn to the black man, who was alternating between looking down at his own crotch and looking into my eyes. Slowly, he unzipped his pants and drew out a VERY nice cock - I couldn't guess at the size from that distance but it was definitely a mouthful and a half. He continued his furtive glances as I openly stared at his beautiful dick, and after a time, reached over and unzipped the fly of the guy next to him, pulling out his dick and stroking it along with his. That was all the incentive I needed - after taking a drink from my water bottle, I left my chair, got on my knees and shimmied over to rest between his legs. Grabbing a dick in each hand, I began licking and sucking the large black cock in front of me. One of the other men took a hit of poppers from a bottle he had and knelt next to me in front of the bearded man. Both of us grabbed the cocks in front of us and plunged our mouths down on them. There was no rhythm or plan, and soon each of us were in our own world, concentrating solely on the hard cock in our mouths.
The chocolate-colored cock in my mouth had to be at least eight inches, judging by the amount left when my hand was around it, and totally straight - I can usually deep-throat with the best of them, but his dick just wouldn't go past the bend. No matter - I began stroking the base of his dick while bathing the head with my tongue. I looked up at him with my tongue on his dickhead, and his smile and low moan gave me all the acknowledgement I needed. I began sucking more furiously on his dick, corkscrewing my mouth around the shaft. To my right, the bearded man got up, zipped up and left - he had either cum or was just tired. A shame, I thought, but I kept at my blowjob on the man in front of me, increasing my pace even more. The head of his cock frequently bumped against the entrance to my throat as my mouth went up and down on his cock. His cock swelled slightly and his breathing quickened, and right as I brought my mouth up to the head, his dick began spurting its thick load in my mouth. I swallowed once as he was shooting and kept the rest in my mouth, nursing the cock and slowly stroking as much juice out of it as I could. Finally, he lightly pushed my head away and got up, thanking me while zipping up his pants. As he left, the other two men still left in the room left as well - I suppose I stole their prize from them.
I sat back down in the chair, watching more of the film briefly while I caught my breath and chugged down a good portion of the water in my bottle to clear my throat of the black man's thick cum. After a few minutes to collect my thoughts, I left the gay theater and wandered around the corner to the other two theaters. Entering the second one, I sat across the room from a somewhat disheveled man rubbing his crotch in a chair, watching a blonde getting plugged by a hot Latino. The two of us stayed from each other as I pulled out my own half-hard six-inch cock and stroked it, hoping to start something again, but the other man wasn't paying much attention to me, only to the movie. I finally tired of waiting and walked over to him, sweetly asking him if he'd like a blowjob while he watched the movie. To my surprise, he answered yes. I dropped to my knees and fished his cock out of his jeans - and to be honest, it was almost comical - it was nearly fully hard and was barely two inches long, but anything short of a monster would be a disappointment after the black man's eight-incher. Not being a choosy slut, I sucked it into my mouth, and within twenty seconds, was rewarded with my second load of cum in less than fifteen minutes. He quickly stood up and walked past me, quickly zipping up - he was either straight and feeling guilty about another guy giving him a blowjob, or was embarassed about his "performance" and cumming so quickly. I didn't care either way - I had his cum and that's all that mattered.
After being left alone again and downing the rest of my water, I went into the first straight theater again and sat next to one of the two overweight men that had been in the gay theater. We sat down and laughingly "critiqued" the performance of the guy and girl on the screen, which was rather pathetic, especially the dialogue. We discussed our sexual preferences (both bi, both bottoms, thus no action between us) and watched for guys walking by. We both heard footsteps from people coming up the stairs, and after nobody passed the door, it was safe to assume they went into the gay theather. Sensing fresh meat, I waved to him and exited the theater, going back to the gay theater. There, I saw another black man, in a flannel shirt and baseball cap and much lighter in tone than the other I had already sucked, sitting down fondling himself, while the other overweight man from before was standing there with his small but fat dick sticking out of his pants. I had barely gotten to even sit down before the black man pointed to him and, in no uncertain terms, told me to suck his dick. I shrugged my shoulders and chuckled, then got back down to my knees and began mouthing my third cock of the night. I opened my own pants and lowered them to below my ass, allowing me to stroke myself as I sucked on the large man's cock, which slightly stretched my mouth due to its girth. The black man reached over and rubbed my ass, reaching down to stroke my cock for me as I continued sucking. My forehead bounced off the big man's pudge on every downstroke, actually helping me somewhat in my actions, as I ended up bouncing off slightly and back up, then back down. The black man eventually tipped his cap down and left, as the fat man snorted a hit of poppers and I continued to suck. The man ran his fingers through his head as I continued to suck, eventually shooting a very thin and watery load in my mouth. The short fat dick filled my mouth with surprising quickness, forcing me to swallow twice to keep up with it. I withdrew my mouth from his crotch and made a scene of wiping my mouth clean and smiling as he tidied himself up and left.
Having nearly cleared out the theater, I went into the two theaters, finding the black man from the gay theater stroking his five-incher in one of the straight theaters. I quickly dropped to his knees before he told me to suck his cock, which I did with furor - I wanted another load to finish the night. As I pistoned my mouth up and down, up and down, up and down on his cock, with him talking dirty to me the whole time, his moans and my slurping mixing with the groans coming from the TV. Every once in a while, a guy would walk in and watch us for a brief period and then leave again, apparently having seen whatever they wanted to see. My motioning to them to join in with me went unheeded, so I returned my attention to the man in front of me. He grabbed my head in his hands and pushed it down into his lap once, driving his cock into my throat, before releasing and pushing me up. As I backed up on my knees, he stood up and shoved his cock back into my mouth, fucking my face as I knelt there and accepted it like the cockslut I am. He stopped moving and I took over for him, my chin slapping against his balls as I worked over his cock harder and harder. His cock, which hadn't become fully hard, hardened slightly, and he drove his five inches completely into my mouth, with his head entering my throat. He forced my head to stay in his lap for a full thirty seconds, moving in and out slightly and shooting my load all the way down my throat, past my gag reflex. I never even got to taste it - I simply swallowed and accepted his load. Finally, he released me and looked down into my eyes, my body nearly bent over my legs. He very lightly slapped my face with one hand, smiled, then zipped up and left.
I took a deep breath and rested. Finally, nobody was left in the theaters. I gathered myself and left the theater, totally satiated and hornier than ever. Four cocks, four loads, in only one hour. What a night!