A gay sex stories: Theater Slut
This is a true account of how hooking up happens in an adult theater, typically located inside a XXX Bookstore. This is how things worked in Miami Florida in the mid 1980’s.
Enter the store. Look around and decide whether to go to the labyrinth of stand-alone booths in the darkened depths of the store, many of which sport the infamous Glory Hole, or to pay a separate fee to enter the theater of choice. there are usually two, in Miami.
One shows strictly Hetero movies and the other gay. The titles used and the themes are largely left to the whims of the store clerk on duty each night. If you call ahead they’ll give you the titles and you can tell if it’ll be a fun evening.
Since the store and theater in Miami is open 24/7, there’s a specific time window for maximum action. I usually had a ritual as a young 26 year old stud, fresh out of the army and looking to reconnect with submissive beginnings in the distant past.
First, I’d go to a nearby strip joint. In Miami, these were always all nude. I get pretty horny and pretty blitzed. I think to myself that I need to sober up before driving home and there just happens to be an adult bookstore with a mini theater just two blocks away. I drive there (carefully) and go inside. It’s about 1:00am. Before I pay the clerk for a ticket, I go to the bathroom and latch the door behind me. Then I sit on the toilet and remove my underwear completely and bury them in the trash. I want to have total, easy access for anyone bold enough to do as I require. I’ve already removed my belt in the car.
I pay the fee and I enter the mini theater when the clerk buzzes the electronic lock. This serves as a split second warning to those within to get their clothes straightened up in case the folks entering sre wearing badges.
It’s pitch black inside. Even the walls are painted black. The films are shown via video projection. There’s not many seats inside. Maybe eight rows of two seats on the left, as you look at the screens and ten rows of four seats on the right. Because of the electronically operated door there’s a wall behind the last row on the left that creates a blind spot in the rest of the room. That was my target seat. If it was occupied when I entered, I’d sit elsewhere until the occupant went to the bathroom or better yet, just left. Then I’d jump up and scurry over. Once seated, the first action is to slump down and unbutton my pants. (Note: My cock is growing hard just remembering the events of forty years ago).
I watch the movie. If I’m lucky it will be kinky and rough. Coercion. Hetero. I always fantasized that I was the one being used. Just as I had been used by my Scout Masters so many years before. They taught me that I was truly a submissive little slut.
A part of me that never was released in the Army. When I served my country, I was what I was trained to be: A professional killer. That’s why I never worried about the freaks. I could always go from submissive and passive to Armageddon in an eyeblink.
Now, it was a waiting game. I had standards. Requirements. I was looking for a guy older than me and white. Sorry, I ain’t woke or an equal opportunity slut. That’s just the way it is, baby.
I always sat in the pocket in that last row. That left the seat to my right empty. A man would sit beside me. I’d ignore him. Some guys expected me to make the first move. uh-uh. That wasn’t for me. But I was willing to “dance.” That meant that a nudge with a knee was met with a nudge back. But otherwise I would ignore him.
See, I wanted to be TAKEN. I wanted to be used like a piece of meat. That requires a sense of boldness. Risk. Because I looked like a cop. I was a soldier. The looks are closely linked.
Many guys would be scared off. But as the hour grew late, maybe past 3:00 am, the crowd would thin and the serious men would roll in. As I said, I wanted to be TAKEN. If a guy was bold enough he could have anything. I’d let him fuck my naked ass in front of the entire theater. But he had to take control.
Once in awhile it happened. An older guy, maybe 50’s, would plop into the seat. He might look at me like a cat looks at a mouse. My breathing would quicken and my heart start to hammer. We’d exchange the knee nudge. Then he’d put his hand on my knee. Firmly. Then he’d start sliding his hand firmly up my leg to my rock hard cock. Once he saw that my pants were undone and my fly partly down, he might look at me and sneer. Whatever he TOLD me to do, I’d do. Usually that meant dropping my pants to my ankles and spreading my thighs. Then he wanted me to be his cum keg. Cum on tap. Sometimes he’ll want to shove a finger up my ass to demonstrate dominance. I loved that. often, such action would draw a crowd.
The movie was ignored in favor of the live action. If my master of the moment so decreed, I’d do as ordered. So, if indicated, he would signal a random man to come forward and stand in front of me. I’d have to unzip him, haul out his cock and suck it… usually the moment of orgasm would see my face blasted with hot cum. It would continue until my own balls were drained by HIM.
A really good night would see me forced to walk through the store with hot cum drying on my face and perhaps the aftertaste of cum on my tongue and my own balls drained dry.
Sorry if this wasn’t more erotically oriented. It is literally the way hookups in XXX Theatres happened in Miami Florida in the 1980’s.
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