Thought I�d relate what happened at the Theatre yesterday. I try to go there once or twice a week, sometimes over Lunch, sometimes after Trade School.
To give you an idea what it�s like: it�s long and narrow and has a dozen of Cubes. There�s a Cinema, the bathrooms, followed by the Suckatorium, and beyond, the Backroom, dimly lit, with Sling and private �Viewing Rooms�. Something for every taste.
You get a wide variety of Guys in there, and I look younger than my age�16, maybe 17. I get my choice of Men, since Youth is at a premium. A year ago I came down with Hepatitis B�the Doc says I�m a Carrier.***** The guys here never ask me if I�m Clean; my Baby-Face beguiles them. They briefly ponder how someone so Young got in, and then approach me. They think they�re gonna be the first to SEED ME. BREED ME, maybe�but not SEED ME. They�re a thousand loads too late for that.
Yesterday I went there over Lunch. The guys at the Front Desk know me. I�ve made it with two of them, and when they�re on duty they let me in for free. But yesterday, after paying my admittance, I went into the Suckatorium, a hallway lined with Cubes with Glory Holes. It was deserted�Bummer!
I came across two guys in The Backroom. An Older Fucker spread a Young Dude�s Cheeks. A chill crept down my spine. Anonymous Fucking�s such a Turn-On!
I wandered back into the Suckatorium. Listlessly I fed coins into the Slot. There was a 3-Way on the screen, but I hardly paid attention. My heart jumped a beat when the adjacent door creaked open. It was the Old Dude from the Backroom. I hoped he had a Load left in him. Momentarily the dim red light next door went dark, then his Massive Shaft lunged through the Glory Hole. Oh God! Talk about a Fantasy Cum True�it was the Fuckin� Most Beautiful Thing I�d ever laid eyes on�RED and RAW, FRESH FROM FUCKING, coated with SLIME and SHIT and ASS JUICES. Thank God, he hadn�t cleaned IT off.
So, there I was, staring at his filthy Dick. I wet my lips, inhaling the musky smell of Ass and Cock and Cum, and went at IT.
IT was thicker than I thought. My jaw ached from the distention He rammed IT down my throat. I licked and sucked, and when he THRUST, I gasped for air on the out-stroke. It was hard not gagging, but I did my best�regretting that I couldn�t take IT up the ASS.
10 minutes later, I found myself in love with IT, slobbering on his fuckin� Manshaft like the Slut Whore that I am. I fell into a TONGUING-LICKING-SUCKING FRENZY. I�d have done anything HE wanted!
Some Bozo entered the adjoining booth, and through the Glory Hole behind me, egged me on.
The Old Fart had me tongue his Balls, ranted on about how good it felt�that Sleazes like himself loved working over Youth like me, converting us to Sex Pigs.
Christ, was I a mess! My eyes watered as he rammed IT down my throat, while my enthusiastic Audience-of-One urged me to take the Old Fart�s Load and swallow IT.
The Sleazy Old Cunt asked me where I wanted IT�HIS DIRTY SEED. With one undaunted effort, I took IT all the way down my throat. It was all I could do to keep from gagging. I wanted IT up the ASS; but he said he couldn�t Cum that way again.
I begged Him for his JIZZ. The Old Fart whacked off and sprayed his JISM down my throat, on my face and in my hair. It was POZITIVELY awesome! He�d Cum twice already, mumbled what I thought was gratitude, and left.
So there I was�drenched with HIV and Horny. I used my fingers to cleanse my face and swabbed my tongue to savor the last of his toxic Manseed. I massaged the Venom onto my gums� a trick I�d learned to make the Flavour last. The JIZM in my hair just had to wait, since I�d forgot my comb. I figured it�d dry into gooey gobs before I got a chance to comb it out.
The Bozo in the adjacent booth unlatched his door as simultaneously I unlocked mine. With a finger he pushed my door ajar, and stood there insolently contemplating me.
Except for Us, the Suckatorium was deserted. Compared to Him, I must have seemed a Worthless Piece of Shit, a Male Nymph of slender build, 19, 5�6, 130.
�HEARD YOU HAVE A TASTE FOR DIRTY CUM. YOU TAKE IT UP THE ASS?�
I nodded. He latched the door behind him.
How shall I describe this Bozo? Lumberjack? There are no Lumberjacks round here. Construction Worker was more like it. Grey scraggly beard, 40, 45. Overweight. Noticeable Beer Belly. Flannel Shirt and Dirty Jeans. Muddy Work Boots. Not exactly my preferred type, but Beggars can�t be Choosers.
He undid my pants, pulled down my briefs. My buckle hit the floor with a dull thud. He twisted me about so my Ass faced Him. I knew exactly what was Cumming next, Thank God! He unzipped and dropped his drawers, and pressed his smelly Dick against my Love Canal. I never got a good look at IT, so I can�t describe IT for you, except to say, the way he rammed IT in me, without any Lube, not even Spit, IT was more than adequate.
Damn, IT hurt! I didn�t care.
The FUCKER plowed me furiously, plunging into Me in one fell swoop. His Balls slapped against my Ass Cheeks. He reamed my Ass, sawing in and out, and I was so Horned Up I didn�t care WHO FUCKED ME.
He moaned as he passed his DIRTY SEED to me. I actually felt the POISON spew into my GUTS. He left, not bothering to close the door. It stood agape at 45 degrees. I reached behind and felt my Hole�extremely sore from the Dry Fucking�and�lifted my fingers to the screen�and BLEEDING.
New arrivals mulled around. My Sexual Thirst remained unquenched. I opted to be late for Class. Small sacrifice. I lived to FUCK! That was my LIFE! Pants and briefs around my ankles, my Hole dribbling ManCum, I turned my ravaged Pussy toward the door, inviting any and all Takers. A Cute Business Type in Suit-and-Tie obliged. His Gold Ring glistened in the screen light. His Wedded Shaft invaded Me.
***** Good student that I am, and thorough Motherfucker, I do my homework. About 7% of us who�ve had HEP B are Carriers. If I infect another guy, Tough Shit�he ought to know the risks. And, anyway, it�s no worse than catching HIV or AIDS. 10% of Gays have had it, so I�m not really doing anyone any damage. HEP B is active in my body fluids�all of them�Semen, Blood, Saliva, Urine, even Feces. So for Me there�s no such thing as Playing Safe.